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Magnus stood in the center of the square filled by endarkened, his hands glowing with blue sparkles; Alec had his back against Magnus'. He held his seraph blade close to his chest and his eyes scanned the surroundings like the endarkened that were getting closer and closer were just a prey to their hunger for the hunt.

They got there right before they overcame the Burren; Magnus in combat boots, leather black pants and a trench coat over a white tank and Alec in his usual black gear that somehow made his eyes bluer. Magnus had seen Alec in battle but Alec hadn't seen Magnus yet. The speed, ferocity and power that came out of his hands were completely amazing. Magnus attacked the endarkened with range spells that injured three or four each time while Alec ran quickly slaying them with his seraph blade.

They were able to see Jace holding Clary in the distance and what seemed like a pale hair indicates that Sebastian was beside them. Isabelle attacked the endarkened furiously with her whip sparkling both silver and gold; Simon was running towards Clary, Glorious firmly held by his pale hands.

Magnus attention was turned entirely to the battle since he knew Alec was just behind him safe - as safe as one can be in a battle against a new race of powerful shadowhunters. His magic danced in the square as lightnings, his eyes being able to spot enemies from afar. One of the endarkened was able to approach him beyond his pretection spell and she had Luke Garroway's eyes: Amatis. She stabbed him before he could defend himself, as quick as the enderkened were.

Magnus fell and felt his energy flow through the injury trying to heal it. His vision was blur but he could see his beloved hunter coming to his rescue. Alec's blue were dark with worry, his hands, however, were steady as rocks. He reached for Magnus and ripped his shirt trying to see the scar. Magnus eyes closed because of his lack of energy and he could hear Alec gasping in agony. He wanted to assure him that he was going to be okay; that everything was going to be okay. However, his intentions and his actions were taking different paths: he stood still instead of making any kind of sign that he was fine.

Alec started mumbling, his hot body on Magnus'. When their skins touched, Magnus could finaly move his eyelids long enough to look Alec in the eyes.

"It's just a scratch" he said smiling as much as he could.

"Oh, by the Angel, Magnus you're alive!" Alec said astonished. He rushed his way to Magnus' lips without giving a thought about how Magnus' was really injured and just, finally, was able to talk to him. Their lips touched briefly, a eletric vibe flowing through the kiss.

"Of course I am. However, darling, I think I might need to ask for a favor." he said right before bursting into a cough crisis.

"For Angel's sake, say it!" Alec said desperately.

"I need some of your energy Alexander." Magnus said serious.

"Take it!" he answered looking for Magnus' hand.

Their hands glowed together like a fireball. The battle even seemed to go into slow-motion. Regardless of how they felt abut it, though, the battle was still brutal and happening. The bubble they were in was just in their heads; they were lucky that no one seemed to notice them while Magnus healed himself with Alec's energy but it didn't take long for the battle to happen to them.

Magnus was starting to feel better when he noticed Alec's expression: it was a mix of surprise and pain. The blood got to the warlock before the realization that Alec was hurt. Deeply hurt. His blue eyes started to tremble, his hands reaching his chest where a dagger was buried. Numbly, Magnus could hear Isabelle's scream as she abandoned her fight to try and save her brother. The stele in her hands worked fast in iratzes but he was losing too much blood.

After a while, the energy Magnus had just caught from Alec started to kick in and he finally was able to move but it was too late. Isabelle was crying over Alec's body. Magnus stood up and stared at that scene without being able to move. He could feel tears bursting from his catlike eyes but his feet simply did not obey.

Alec's life was slipping through his fingers and he wasn't able to do anything but stare as he lost his hunter. His tender and honest love dying from his eyes while the life left Alec's body. Magnus was hurt and confused and crying in a battlefield. Flashbacks jumping in front of him: Alec mumbling about how it had been just a mistake; their last kiss on the sewer; he saying that it wasn't working anymore; he didn't wanting to see him; he walking away leaving Alec alone in the dark and cold solitude. And now, Alec's darkness and coldness were no longer from solitude as they were from death.

Magnus woke up sweating and breathless. His eyes scanned the room for a brief moment to make sure he was where he was supposed to: in his bedroom at his loft. Chairman Meow jumped on his lap as he sat on the bed. Beside him was a dark haired boy sleeping peacefully. His backs marked up and down with runes, some permanent some temporary. Alec was safe.