A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! I didn't think my story would be all that good, but the readers want it, so I'll provide it! The last paragraph or so seems a bit vague to me, as I was in one of my 'I don't want to write but I need to' phases so I skimped a bit on the detail. Expect Chapter three later tonight or early tomorrow!
"Alec?" Magnus asked curiously, looking at his favorite blue eyed Shadowhunter. He had not taken a drink of Holi y Meddwl. It didn't look very appetizing or exotic. He wasn't sure where he'd gotten it from, but because of the dust and cobwebs that adorned the old bottle, the warlock could tell that it was many centuries old. Alec had slumped backwards on his chair, falling onto the floor and into a spasming curled ball, foam dripping out of his mouth like a rabid dog. Magnus rushed over to his fiancée's side, where Alec gripped his blue shirt, the same blue as Alec's eyes. He opened his mouth, but no sound came from the young mortal.
"Alec, stay with me baby. Come on, stay awake." Magnus said hurriedly, gently grabbing Alec's face. What was happening to him? Never in his 800 years of life, had Magnus seen anything like it. He'd see his share of odd and peculiar things, but nothing of this sort. Magnus saw the blue eyes, the same eyes that were the first thing he saw when he woke up, and the last thing he saw before he went to sleep. The blue eyes showed tremendous fear and worry. And then, the clear, stained glass blue rolled into the back of his head, showing nothing but glassy white.
"No!" Magnus shouted in emotional pain. He held the pale boy in his arms, cradling his head. Alec was completely still, no signs of life showed. "Come back, Alexander. Please please come back." Magnus sobbed into the boys shirt. His makeup ran down his tan face, making him look like a striped raccoon with silver glitter stuck to his face.
"Isabelle," Grunted Jace, clearly affected by Alec's turn for the worse. "What the hell… did you… do?" He panted, gripping his Parabatai rune. Instead of an inky black, it was now mortar grey and had the appearance of a shriveled apple. For once in both their lives, Magnus wanted Jace to live, because if he lived, so did Alec. Maybe. He still didn't understand Parabatai runes.
"I- I- I- I don't know!" Cried Isabelle, her hand over her mouth, her black mascara running, leaving trails down her cheeks.
Magnus gripped Alec's pale and lifeless body as if it were a lifeline. Thoughts of please don't be dead and don't leave me with these idiots, Alexander were running through his head at an alarming rate. Of course, he didn't mean Isabelle was an idiot, he quite liked her.
"Well you must've done something, because Alec is dead!" Yelled Jace, jabbing a finger at his sister.
Magnus's head was laying on Alec's chest. Where a strong prominent heartbeat was once, there was now a soft and slow thump. But it was enough. Alexander was alive, and that gave Magnus hope.
"Not dead. He's breathing." Whispered Magnus. He whipped his head around to face the siblings. "Isabelle, don't blame yourself. Jace, take Izzy and go home. I'll take care of Alec. Don't breathe a word of this to anyone or I will personally see to it that that will be the last sentence you ever say." Said the Warlock, taking matters into his own hands. He put his capable hands under the boys thin and unmoving form. Magnus lifted him up, taking note on how frail he looked, small bubbles of foam and spit falling out the corners of his mouth. His eyelids were a pale blue, showing the slight veins underneath.
Magnus hurried down the hallway, ignoring Jace and Isabelle. He had to give his undivided attention to Alexander, or his precious life could slip away like smoke in the air. Magnus loved Alec too much to let that happen, and if it did, he'd never forgive himself.
He laid his boyfriend down on the canary yellow bed just as the front door slammed hard, signaling Jace and Isabelle's leave. Blue sparks flew from Magnus's polished fingertips drying his wet and worried eyes. It was his fault. Not Isabelle's. he cleared Alec's airways as best he could, pulling up a modern black leather chair and slumping down in it.
He look down at Alexander's body. His breathing was shallow and short, but it was there and that's what mattered. He was done spasming and had stopped dripping foam out of his mouth like a rabid dog. His black hair was plastered to his paper white forehead. It was sweaty and stringy in many places, and had lost its luster and shine. Magnus sighed a shaky breath. No one was there, so he was free to cry, free to let out his emotions as he wished to do so. But yet he didn't. Magnus just sat in that chair, watching his young and mortal Shadowhunter battle for life.
"God damn you, Alexander," Magnus hoarsely whispered, leaning forward to put his forearms on his thighs and his head on his arms. "why couldn't you pick something like red wine or champagne?" It wasn't Alec's fault, he knew. The boy was inexperienced and Magnus should have told Isabelle no. He didn't know what language the bottle was written in, but he knew that he didn't buy it from your normal over the counter alcohol store.
There was a faint knock on the door and Magnus shook his head whispering the word 'no'. But he got up anyway, not caring for once about his appearance. He's taken off his black laced shoes in the bedroom when he had tried in vain to heal his Alexander, the one he loved more than anything. He now shuffled barefoot across the hall, as if every step was getting harder and harder because he was tied to a cord that would only go so far.
The persistent knocking grew louder as Magnus passed the bar where the shattered glass was sitting on the floor. He got some stuck to his foot, but he was too numb thinking about what happened earlier to notice. The Warlock looked at neatly (for the most part, Jace didn't bother to make his present pretty.) wrapped presents. Magnus had gotten him two scarves, one green and one gold. He blinked hard, willing the hot tears not to well down his face. He twisted the finished brass doorknob.
"Mr. Bane does not conduct business proposals at such hours. I am open from 8-5 Monday through Friday and closed on the weekends." Magnus said in a monotone voice, shutting the door.
A hand stopped the door from shutting. Magnus Bane, the voice said in his head. A silent brother. I do not come here pursuing your help. I come here to help you.
"Brother Enoch," Magnus said, running his hand through his gel spiked hair. "I have no problems that have to do with me and my boyfriend." He was pretty sure his eyes were big and red and puffy, washed away of any and all glitter.
Jonathan Christopher Lightwood and Isabelle Sophie Lightwood had sent me a fire message, telling me of Alexander's dilemma. The voice echoed through his head, a thing Magnus was still not used to, though over the many centuries he'd been alive he had felt with them more than once. Magnus was going to have to kill Jace and Izzy later when he was less stressed and worried.
Magnus cleared his throat. "Nothing serious. Just a heavy sleeping potion I believe. Alexander will wake up in a matter of hours. Thank you for your concern, Brother Enoch." He went to shut to door again, and again, the robed figure stopped it from shutting. Magnus looked up and rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed.
Then I wish to see what Mr. Lightwood drank this evening. Just for investigative purposes… you understand, don't you, Mr. Bane?
Magnus nodded slowly, allowing the Silent Brother to enter his humble abode. "Follow me, and don't touch anything. Warlocks can be quite tricky with their possessions, including me. The last person who touched my cat got a finger blown off." Magnus smiled pleasantly at the memory of Jace touching Chairman Meow when he specifically told him not too. Of course, he didn't actually take his finger off, merely burnt them.
Brother Enoch moved eerily silent over the broken glass, reminding Magnus of the times that Alec had used his soundless room to scare the Warlock. It didn't work. A pang of sadness hit Magnus. What if Alexander didn't wake up? He inwardly scolded himself, he would wake up, Magnus would make sure of that.
The Warlock picked up the Holi y Meddwl, Isabelle's swirly fingerprints prominent among the brown dust. He gave it to the Silent Brother. "This is what he drank. I don't know the language it is written in. Perhaps you do?"
If Brother Enoch has eyes or a mouth, Magnus was sure that they would have been the size of tennis balls. Where in the name of the angel did you obtain this?! A sense of urgency had crept into his hypnotic like trance of a voice.
Magnus snatched the bottle back with a flash of blue glitter. "Never mind where I got it!" He almost shouted. In all honesty, he didn't know. One day it was just there, and Magnus had accepted it without further question or authority. When you were the High Warlock of Brooklyn, you didn't ask where, when, or how something came to be. "I want to know what the bloody hell 'Holi y Meddwl' means!" He stamped his foot like an impatient 5 year old, angry at his mother for not buying him Lucky Charms or the newest Hot Wheels car on the market.
In English, it means nothing. In Welsh, it means 'Interrogation of the Mind'. It was used as a form of torture and execution long ago. I have only seen it used once in all of my years serving the brothers, and trust me when I say this, we have never used it again, for the experimentation went horribly wrong.
If this was a comedic play, Magnus would have slapped his head and said something witty, making the audience laugh. But it wasn't. It never would be. This was reality, and Magnus was smack dab in the middle of it. "Just out of curiosity, is there a cure if someone ever drank this?"
Alexander drank it. This I can figure out by your eyes, worried and concerned for him. I will not tell a soul living or dead, not including my colleges. But they will be under secrecy. I wish to see Alexander.
Magnus pointed a finger at Brother Enoch. "If you so much as pluck a hair from his head, I will burn you until you are nothing but a charred mess of bones. Alec is my responsibility and I will take care of him as I see fit." He flicked his head towards the hallway. "This way, Brother Enoch." He walked down the carpeted hallway, his bare feet making imprints on the soft fabric. Magnus's companion glided sentry beside him, the reddish brown runes seem to dance on his parchment colored robes.
They reached the master bedroom, the canary yellow bedspread as bright as the sun in the black room. Alec looked so pale against it. Yellow as bright as this was not his color. No shade of yellow was his color, really. Magnus shook his head and inwardly scolded himself. Now was not the time to think about fashion when your boyfriend could die.
You say he was the only one that drank it? Consider the rest of you lucky. The cure is not pleasant and is usually non-successful.
"Tell me what it is anyways," Said Magnus, absentmindedly touching Alec's wrist. As he did so, Brother Enoch lifted one of the unresponsive mans eyelid. His blueberry colored eyes were whizzing around in his sockets uncontrollably. Magnus tried not to gasp in horror and surprise. It looked like a white film had been placed over his beautiful eyes, the whiteness of death.
My colleagues and I know of one solution. I can perform it alone. It would require me to go inside Alexander's brain and retrieve the chemicals that he drank from his mind. But I warn you, Magnus Bane, this procedure is very risky, one slight mistake and Alexander will be gone from this world.
Lose his Alec? Magnus shook his head, pretty sure that if he had his hair spiked up, glitter would rain on the carpet in a metallic rain. "No. No, absolutely not. Not in a million years." He pushed the Silent Brother out of his room and headed for the door. Brother Enoch stopped with such a force that Magnus ran into the robed man, knocking him to the floor.
Are you sure? I would be as careful as I-
Magnus narrowed his cat eyes. "I'm positive, Brother Enoch. Please get the hell out of my house."
Then perhaps a bit of advice for you, Magnus Bane. Alexander can hear what is going on, though he cannot respond. You can try to talk to him, as I have seen miracles happen to comatose patients when their loved ones talk to them. It is very rare that Alexander will wake up, but you can try.
He didn't bother getting up and showing him the door. There was no point in it. The Silent Brother had vanished in thin air, leaving the faint scent of burning leaves. It was then, among the glass shards and memories, did Magnus Bane break down. He sobbed. It was a slim to none chance that Alec was coming back to him, and even then, he didn't know if he'd be the same or completely different.
This wasn't a comedy movie. This was reality.
Magnus Bane was going to get his fiancée back. He would talk and talk and talk until his voice was sore. Of that he was sure.
A/N: That line. "I'm positive, Brother Enoch. Please get the hell out of my house." That line may be the best thing I have ever written. I don't know, it just seems like something Magnus would say, and I am in love with it. Reviews=More Updates! Every time I see that someone has followed or favorited this story, my face lights up like a child on Christmas. Oh yeah! If you review, I'll have Magnus deliver you some glitter and I'll make Jace bring you mangoes!
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