Author's Note: Hello, guys! After a very long hiatus, I finally post something. It is not another chapter of "Letters...", though, because I think I ran out of the ideas for this fic. So, here it is, my new story: "Break Me". I hope you will enjoy it, and please let me know whether you did or not :) I don't know if I will write another chapter. It all depends whether it's good or not, and I tend to get moody when it comes to my stories...

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or any character in this story, they all belong to Cassandra Clare.

It was dark and more quiet than usual. Magnus was walking the streets of Brooklyn on the way to his apartment, back from work. He was really busy today and all he wanted was a good night's sleep. It was clearly visible if someone got to take a look at his face – dark circles around his cat eyes showed that the warlock was exhausted and could just pass out any moment.

He was perfectly aware of the time – it was almost 3am, so he did a little math and realized that he's been awake for over eighteen hours straight. The assignment he had to work on today was tough, but he had been paid handsomely, too. After all, summoning several demons and imprisoning them was not something, that could be done by some ordinary warlock. But Magnus was The High Warlock of Brooklyn, and with the title always come consequences. Some worse than others.

When he got to the door to his apartment and reached for the doorknob, he realized it was open, even though he remembered closing it before he left. He stepped inside, warily, and saw a dim light coming from the living room.

That could only mean two things – someone tried to rob the warlock, or…

"Alexander," he said, as he stepped inside the living room and saw the Shadowhunter asleep on the canary yellow couch. All the exhaustion and distress dismissed in the moment he saw dark-haired boy. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful, dressed in his black pants and sweatshirt. He must have been waiting for me, Magnus thought and smiled at that thought. He took his velvet scarf, black jacket and shoes off and sat on the couch next to Alec, positioning him the way that he could hold his head on his lap. Slowly and gently he stroked the boy's hair and couldn't get enough of staring at his beautiful face. He bent over and kissed his boyfriend's forehead, and when he returned to his previous position, he was met by two deep-blue orbs staring at him.

"Hey there, sleepy-head," Magnus said and Alec chuckled, reaching his hand to caress his boyfriend's cheek. Warlock snuggled against Shadowhunter's palm and smiled brightly.

"I thought we could spend some time together, since I have to go hunting with Izzy and Jace tomorrow," Alec said and looked at his watch. "Well, today, I guess."

"Tell me you don't have to leave soon," Magnus pouted and Alec couldn't help but give him a little peck on the lips, he just looked so adorable.

"Sorry," he shrugged. "I was waiting for you, but then I remembered that you had this appointment set for today…"

"Ah, it's okay," Magnus said. "As long as you come back fast, angel," he smiled and they kissed again.

It was supposed to be just a normal kiss, but it soon became something more, an act of pure love and bliss, such irresistible desire working them up and making Alec get up and straddle Magnus on the couch, never breaking their kiss. Magnus purred into a kiss and grabbed Shadowhunter's shirt just to bring him closer. He requested his entrance by licking Alec's lower lip and moaned when they could finally taste each other.

When they finally broke apart they both were breathless and their eyes were glowing with happiness. Alec's cheeks were flushed and he shivered slightly, when Magnus rested his head on his shoulder. He held him for a little moment before standing up and picking up his weapons from the floor where he left them earlier.

"Don't go," Magnus groaned, but he knew that it was pointless. Alec was a Shadowhunter and he had his duties. Besides, Jace was his parabatai and he wouldn't stop complaining about Magnus taking all of Alec's free time. He knew they would never have an opportunity to enjoy peace, because there was always something standing in their way – the Clave, Magnus' clients, demons, the Law…

He could never really shake the feeling that he sees his boyfriend for the last time, when he leaves to hunt. Alec's mortality was what frightened Magnus the most. He was so scared that one day he will not come home from the fight. That he will have to see his lover's cold, lifeless body and won't be able to do anything because it will be too late.

"Magnus?" Alec interrupted Warlock's grim thoughts with a worried look on his face. "Everything okay?" He asked, frowning.

Magnus just shook his head and faked a smile, just like he did every time Alec was leaving.

"Just be careful, okay?" he said. Alec bent down to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Always am," he answered and turned around to leave, as always giving his boyfriend the one last look before he walked out of the apartment leaving Magnus alone with his thoughts and worries.

Warlock soon moved to the bedroom and lay down in his bed, which seemed just too cold without Alexander. It has always been this way. Ever since the first night they slept together in this bed. They both got used to it and couldn't really sleep well without one another.

But Magnus was too tired to stay up, so he gave up and fell asleep soon.

After a few hours of sleep, Magnus was interrupted by an insistent ringing and knocking on the door. He got out of the bed, cursing whoever was behind that door who dared to disturb his rest. He knew it couldn't be Alec, because he was probably still hunting and besides, he had his own key.

Warlock put on his pink robe and went to open the door. Apparently, someone standing behind them was not willing to stop knocking and ringing the bell, so he had to see who is it, and then smite him with blue sparks if it's not important.

But the second he opened the door, all the color was drained from his face. The person standing there was tall, had a black hair like Alec's and his mouth was pressed in a thin line. Robert Lightwood.

"Finally," he said. "Didn't you hear me knocking?!"

Magnus rolled his eyes. "I heard you. Just didn't feel like answering."

"We don't have time for this, Bane," Alec's father hissed. "We need to go."

"Well, last time I checked I do not belong to the Clave and I shall not be available for all their stupid requests," Warlock said and attempted to close the door, but Robert stopped him.

"Wait!" he said. "It's Alexander."

There. It was all that Magnus needed. Alec. Alec was hurt.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice hoarse. He couldn't help but play all these terrible scenarios in his head. Alec lying on the floor in the pool of his own blood. Alec looking at him for the last time before giving up the ghost. He couldn't bear the thought of losing him. It was impossible.

After a few seconds that seemed like years, Robert spoke.

"There was a Greater Demon, it was a trap. It tried to kill Isabelle, and Alec got in the way. He is dying." Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no. Please, God, no, Magnus pleaded in his mind, it was a desperate prayer, like a mantra. Please, let him be okay, please… I can't lose him.

"Let's go, quickly," Robert said, waking Magnus up from his shock. Warlock put some clothes on and ran after Lightwood, with only one thought, one little wish, little glimpse of hope that it's not too late.

He can save him. He's done it several times now. But each situation like that was like a nightmare that had no end.

The men ran across the streets, ignoring traffic and everything else around them. Magnus wondered if Robert really cared whether his son lived or died. After all, he was the one who called him a "disgrace to the whole Lightwood family". But he didn't have time nor desire to think about it, because he would have to fight the urge to just get rid of the other man.

Finally, it seemed that they reached their destination, because when they got to the old warehouse, Robert waved for Magnus to come inside after him, which he, of course, did.

He didn't cry. He couldn't. He had to be strong for Alexander.

"Alec?" He cried when he came inside the warehouse. He was just about to ask Robert what is going on, when he heard stifled laugh and someone's footsteps.

"Finally, the Great Magnus Bane, what a pleasure," he said and laughed again. When Magnus tried to use his magic on him, it occurred to him that it's not working. No blue or red sparks, no nothing. He felt terribly human, terribly mortal without his magic.

"Robert," he growled. "What is going on here? Where is Alexander?"

At the mention of his son, Robert glared at warlock, and said:

"Starting today, you will have nothing to do with him. You will never see him again. I tricked you. I win."

Magnus could just stand there in complete shock. How could he get tricked by this appalling man who hates his own child? How could Robert Lightwood outsmart him? That's easy. He knew his weak spot and he used it. Effectively.

"I will kill you," Magnus spoke with a venom in his voice.

"No, you won't," Robert hissed and then raised his hand to call for his subordinates, creatures that could only come from Hell. They grasped Magnus by his arms and even though he was struggling to break free, he was unable to. One of the demons hissed into his ear in their ugly language:

"Hello, brother."

Magnus felt something hit him hard in the back of his head and then there was nothing but darkness.

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