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First story – constructive criticism welcome, let me know if I should continue the story!
Chapter 1: You have reached a now frustrated warlock
Jordan's hands shook as he dialled Magnus Bane's number on his mobile. As he waited for Magnus to pick up, he felt yet another bead of sweat run down his temple.
'You have reached a now frustrated warlock – how may I help?' Magnus answered, his tone reflecting the annoyance he clearly felt.
'Magnus, its Jordan' he replied hastily – he had no time for games.
'Ah, Jordan, what brings you to interrupt a warlocks alone time with his beautiful boyfriend?' At this reply, Jordan could hear stifled giggles through the phone. However, any unwanted images were prevented from entering his mind by the sound of Maia retching in another room.
'Magnus, its Maia. There's something wrong with her. She's been quiet since the night of the battle, but I thought she was grieving for the pack members she lost – but she's sick Magnus, she's really sick. I need your help. I don't know what to do -.' Jordan could feel desperation leaking into his voice as he explained what was happening to Magnus.
'I'm on my way now. Stay with her, Jordan' Magnus replied, all joking aside. The phone clicked off.
Jordan dropped the phone and rushed along the corridor of his and Simon's apartment to the bathroom. During the time he had been calling Magnus, she had gotten worse.
'Shit, Maia...' he let slip as he worked his way round pools of black-green vomit to reach Maia, who was leaning on the side of the bathtub. Her skin had taken on a ghostly pallor and her eyes a disturbing dark sheen. Jordan tried to ignore the worry planted in his stomach as he gently mopped at Maia's face, ignore her resistance.
'Jordan, please, I don't want you to see me like this.' That was what scared Jordan the most. Not the poisonous liquid that seemed to be buried deep within her, or the unnatural, demon-like shade her eyes had adopted: it was the sound of defeat in Maia's voice that terrified Jordan. This was not his Maia; his Maia was strong and determined. This Maia had already given up.
'Shhh, Maia, its ok. It's going to be ok.' Jordan murmured tenderly before planting a kiss on her forehead.
A few seconds later, Magnus appeared in the doorway. He must have portaled here. One look at his reaction confirmed Jordan's fears. He swallowed as quietly as he could, trying to keep the familiar taste of bile at bay. Magnus stayed put but sunk to his knees to reach Maia's eye level.
'Maia, look at me.' She obeyed.
'Do you know if there is any way the dark shadowhunter's blood could have got into your system?' Magnus asked, spelling the words out slowly to a barely conscious Maia. She didn't reply, but locked her gaze with Magnus'. They seemed to be having a silent argument – one that, Jordan felt, was not intended to involve him. Before Maia looked away from Magnus, she glanced very quickly at her stomach. Not quickly enough for Jordan not to notice the dark patch of material covering the area she caught with her eye. Instinctively, Jordan reached out and pulled up Maia's top to expose her stomach. What was normally a gesture associated with love and passion took on a whole new meaning when it revealed what appeared to be a relatively small gash surrounded by black pus and scab. Jordan could feel the heat radiating off the severely inflamed injury. Magnus' breath caught in his throat momentarily.
Magnus shuffled closer to Maia – attempting to avoid the pools of vomit that patterned the floor –and grabbed at her right wrist. He turned it over and, using his fingernail, etched a rune onto her bare skin.
'Before you protest, male werewolf, this is not a rune drawn with a stele, therefore there are no seraphic alliances. Basically, it won't kill your girlfriend. It should ease the pain' Magnus said plainly. After he had finished, Jordan bundled Maia into his arms and carried her to his double bed. He laid her unconscious figure on top of the sheets and left for the living room. When he reached it, Magnus was perched on the edge of one of the sofas, a grave look upon his face.
'What is it, Magnus? What's wrong with her?' Jordan asked, not even attempting to hide the fear from his voice.
'To summarise, what Maia has suffered is rare but deadly. Upon receiving the wound on her stomach, some of the dark shadow hunter's blood has entered her body. What happened to the shadowhunters as they drunk Lilith's blood is happening to Maia, as Lilith's blood courses through the veins of the dark shadowhunters. However, because Maia is a werewolf, it is a mutated form of the change. Jordan, it could change Maia into a demon.' Magnus explained quietly as Jordan's face twisted in horror at what he was saying.
'Another worrying prospect is that other werewolves may have had contact with the dark shadowhunters blood the same way Maia has. This could begin a new breed of demonic werewolves – nigh on impossible to kill.' Magnus continued, although Jordan was barely listening now.
'We h-have to do something. I can't-Maia, I can't lose her' Jordan managed through ragged breaths. Magnus' reply was cut short.
It was Maia. She was screaming.