Alec panted, leaning against cold alley wall, clutching his chest. He had only narrowly escaped death by Maureen. How could she, a fledgeling vampire, be a formidable oppenent for him, a nineteen year-old Shadowhunter? Or Camille, for that matter? He had seen thousands of gruesome and bloody sights as a Shadowhunter, and held his stomach, but after recalling the blood all over Maureen, he couldn't do anything but paint the insides of a dented metal trashcan with the colors of his insides.
He struggled to level his heart-rate, but in the end, he did. He had to tell Magnus. He had to tell Jace. Hell, this news was worthy enough to be told to the Clave.
He ducked out of the alley and plotted a course for Magnus' apartment. He could tell Magnus, and call Jace from his phone, which he'd foolishly left on the nightstand. He knew his way to the loft, as it was branded onto his brain after the countless times he'd snuck his way into Magnus' bed.
He leaned on the buzzer, waiting to hear the click of the front door being unlocked. But no such thing had occurred. He pulled the key from his pocket and unlocked the front door. No one was home. Then he remembered.
I'll be out all day. Come and get your things out of the apartment. Leave your key on the dining room table.
Tears welled in Alec's eyes, recalling Magnus's parting words. It's over. I don't want to see you again, Alec.
Alec fell to the floor, sobs rocking his whole body. He ran into the bedroom, getting his phone. He dialed Jace's number and beginning to pack his belongings while he waited for Jace to pick up.
Eventually, it went to voicemail. "Jace, it's Alec. Magnus...Magnus and I br-broke up." He started sobbing. "I'm at Magnus' apartment now, packing my stuff. Camille's dead, and you'll never guess who-"
He heard a hisssssssss from the living room. Marching out of the bedroom to investigate, he was quickly greeted by a Seraph blade entering his leg. Alec fell to the ground, his leg collapsing beneath him, his scream carrying through the walls and scaring the Chairman under the black sofa. He looked up, seeing only a flash of long blonde hair. "Jace! Get here now! It's Seba-" he tried to finish when Sebastian's boot stomped on Alec's hand and phone with a sickening crunch.
Alec didn't know what made the sound-his phone or his hand.
