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One month later

Magnus glared at his phone screen. He'd woken up in the morning with a killer hangover, seven new texts, and ten missed calls. It had been his routine every morning for the past month-checking all of his new alerts with the hope that one of them was from a certain shadowhunter. And like every morning of that month, none of them were. Tired of looking at the lit screen, Magnus threw his phone and collapsed back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

The day he had broken up with Him, Magnus refused to even think of his name, he'd been gone from his apartment, like he'd said. Anyone who knew him probably expected him to have spent the day drinking away his problems before going off with some downworlder like he'd done hundreds of times before.

But he hadn't.

Instead, Magnus had spent the day going to all the places he and the shadowhunter had been. The restaurants, parks, stores, clubs, and movie theaters. Every single one of them. When he had finally made it back to his apartment that night, he'd expected to see the key on the table and some note from Him. He found no note or key. In fact, all of His stuff was still laying around the apartment. A book on shadowhunter history was still laid out on his table, His coat was still on the coat rack, spare shoes still by the door, and clothes still in their-Magnus' room.

Angrily, Magnus had stormed to his kitchen, grabbed a nice, big bottle, and retreated to his room, drinking himself away. This had become a routing of his. He would leave for the day, come back to find nothing had changed, and end up drinking the night away.

Sighing, Magnus got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he was disgusted. His hair was sweaty and hung down straight to his shoulders, devoid of colour and spikes. His face was smeared with the make-up he'd worn yesterday with big, purple bruises beneath them. His teeth were yellow and his breath was rancid.

Yelling in frustration, Magnus slammed the door shut and stripped down before retreating to the comforting warm water of his shower. No one had ever made him feel or act like this before-even if they had left him or even died. Who was He to make the Magnus Bane feel like this? Magnus angrily hit his head against the shower wall before sighing. Finishing his shower, he headed to his room to get changed.

After getting changed he went to the kitchen to grab the holiest of drinks, coffee. Sitting at his bright green table, Magnus looked down at a notoriously mischievous orange and white fluff ball by his feet. Reaching down, he picked up his kitten and plopped it down on the table in front of him. Cat eyes stared into cat eyes for a few moments before Magnus blinked.

"What should I do Chairman?" Magnus asked. The cat stared at him for a second before tilting its head to the side and letting out a high pitched, "Meow.". Magnus nodded.

"You're right Chairman, I have to talk to him. Today." And either tell him to get his stuff out so I don't have to be reminded of Him every second or just plain get him back. Hopefully the latter. Magnus said, thinking the last bit to himself before downing the last of the coffee and getting to his feet. Grabbing his coat, he gave a finally nod to his kitten before shutting the door behind him.

Magnus walked up the stairs to the doors of the institute. Reaching out a purple gloved hand, he knocked on the door. A few moments later he heard some rather loud banging and a few curses before the door was thrown open. Magnus blinked, staring at Isabelle whose make-up was smudged around the eyes. Her clothes were also less than their usual fabulous as she was wearing what looked like one of Alec's hole ridden sweaters along with a pair of black leggings. That's not a good sign.

Magnus cleared his throat, "Well hello Isabelle I was wondering if I might see a certain brother of yours-"

"Why in the world have you and Alec," Magnus flinched slightly at his name but she didn't notice or just didn't care, "not answered your phones? What have you been doing?" she demanded angrily. Magnus frowned.

"Has your dear brother not told you? Well as much as I hate to be the bearer of bad news we broke up a month ago. Which, I indecently came to speak to him about since he obviously does not know the meaning of 'collect your things and leave your key'." Magnus said, inwardly wincing at how harsh that sounded. "Now if you would so kindly call him out here or direct me to him-"

"What do you mean you 'broke up a month ago'? That can't be true." Magnus sighed.

"Well if your brother has been saying that he's been with me he's a liar. You should probably figure out what he's been doing." Magnus said. Instead of getting angry like he had expected, Isabelle's dark eyes had widened.

"We thought he was with you, that's why we haven't gone looking." she started mumbling.

"What?"

"Magnus, Alec has been missing for over a month. We thought he was with you…" Isabelle trailed off as Magnus' own eyes began to widen.

"When was the last time you saw him?" he demanded. What if it was then…

"I don't know, it was after the fight. The night he went to spend with you." she said, as close to tears as he'd seen her sense Max's death.

'Damn it was' Magnus thought to himself.

"It was what?" Isabelle demanded, causing Magnus to realize he'd been speaking aloud.

Magnus cleared his throat, "That was the day Al-Alec and I broke up." he said, stumbling on Alec's name since it was the first time he'd said it in a month. A month…

Isabelle stared at him for a few moments before her face immediately closed off to him. Her voice was cold and sharp when she finally spoke, "Take me to where that was right now." Magnus nodded before quickly beginning to chant. After a few moments he successfully conjured up a portal.

Isabelle walked up to it, not bothering to change into gear. She paused right before the glowing portal, "If anything happened to him Magnus Bane I swear by the angel…" she said without turning to look at him, her threat trailing off.

"I know." Magnus said before they entered the portal.

"You broke up with him on a platform in an abandoned subway station?" Isabelle asked. Magnus would have laughed had it been any other situation.

"No, I broke up with him a little ways away from here. This is where he was supposed to meet Camille." he said. Isabelle turned to him with a questioning expression. He ignored her, brushing past as he began to head up the stairs. As they neared the top, a rancid odor invaded their senses. Magnus covered his nose with his hand while Isabelle made a slight gagging noise. Grabbing the handle of the door in front of him, Magnus began to push it open while he heard Isabelle unwrap the ever present electrum whip from her wrist. Once the door was opened, they cautiously walked into the fluorescent-lit room.

And nearly lost it.

Magnus inhaled sharply while he heard Isabelle let out a faint gasp. Clearly the blood filled room was gruesome even for a shadowhunter. Shadowhunter…Al-

"Alec!" Isabelle screeched before darting past him. Looking to where she was running, Magnus froze. On the floor were two, broken figures. One was Camille. Even disfigured and bloodied, Magnus would be able to tell those blonde curls anywhere. His eyes trailed over to the other figure, wondering who could do such a thing to an old, powerful vampire like her.

His heart not only stopped but shattered.

Into a million, bloody pieces.

Magnus dropped to his knees, not caring that the blood beneath him was staining his pants, just as Isabelle dropped to the ground beside the figure, sobbing.

Alexander Gideon Lightwood laid bloody, beaten, and broken on the ground before them.

A/N: Sooooo please don't hate me for this, I promise it'll get better!...well not better per say but at the very least "it'll get(?)" ;]