Chapter 4

A/N: It's been a two days sines I last updated! Not bad! Hope you all like this chapter!

Alec pov

We spent the day laying in bed, watching a movie, and cuddling. It was nice, for a change, not to have to worry fighting demons. I was relaxed in Magnus's embrace, but while watching the romantic comedy that he had picked out, I found that I couldn't focus on it. My thought kept wandering from my dream, to the surprise I was planning tonight, to Magnus.

The warlock's fingers were tracing patterns along my spine at the moment, making me shiver. I was leaning into his bare chest, his skin burning against mine in a way that made me hungry for more contact. I tilted my head up and watched him as he shook with silent laughter at something the movie said. I smiled softly. Sometimes I couldn't believe how I had gotten someone as gorgeous and flawless as him to fall in love with someone as plain as me. Back when we were just starting to fall for each other, I didn't believe it, but every time I had voiced my opinion, he denied it over and over again. Beautiful, he had called me. Adorable. Sexy. Perfect.

Magnus caught my eye, snapping me out of my thoughts. He gave me a smirk and I blushed, only a little, before leaning up and kissing him lightly. He grinned into the kiss and drew his tongue along my upper lip, demanding an entrance. I kept my lips tightly shut, playing with him. I felt his scowl, and I smirked. then, I nibbled his bottom lip slightly, causing him to gasp. Quick as lightning, my tongue was inside, exploring his familiar mouth and tracing his teeth. He gave in, and I pushed him down on the couch, hands on his chest. His hands flew to my hair, his fingers tangling inside the thick black strands. I placed my hands on either side if him, keeping my weight off him.

We made out for a few more minutes, nearly rolling off the couch. I pulled away first, hair hanging into my face. I stared into his exquisite green cat eyes, before gently biting his earlobe. He moaned as I placed searing kisses down his neck, nipping and sucking where I knew he liked it best.

When I felt myself starting to get hard, I stopped, placing one last lingering kiss on his lips. He whined in protest, but I shushed him.

"If I continue, we're gonna end up having sex again, and I have to go soo- oh hell, I have to leave now," I exclaimed, glancing up at the clock and jumping off the couch. It was 5:15.

I shoved on a t-shirt at random, relieved to find that it was mine.

"I'll be in town, nearby," I said.

"At least tell me what street," Magnus sighed in defeat. I amended, telling him the street name. Then, I turned back to him and kissed him again, before rushing out the door, an unfinished "I'll be back in less than 30 minutes!" on my lips.

I jogged down towards the street and started walking. I reached my destination in less than 10 minutes, and picked up my surprise. My heart thudded in excitement as I looked at it, before placing it in my pocked. Step 1: get the surprise. Check. Step 2: give it to Magnus. Grinning from ear to ear, I paid and flew out of the store.

Just down the street, in my rush, I crashed into someone.

I stumbled back and glanced up, mumbling a sorry. And I froze.

"Well, well. Look who turned up. If it isn't dear old Alec Lightwood."

"Logan," I hissed.

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He grinned, his all-too-familiar dirty blond hair shimmering in the setting sun. His cold, ice-blue eyes glittered with hate and glee.

"Me," he said.

Some of my old fear started to gnaw at my insides, but I kept it cool.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked calmly. I knew that Logan moved to Hawaii, but I wasn't sure where. And the chances of him finding me the one time I was alone in an unfamiliar state was minimal.

"Warlocks do have their uses, I learned," he mused. I bristled at this, but he didn't notice, examining his fingernails. "I was hanging out the other day, enjoying my own company. I happened to look up, and I saw, of all people, you. You were just turning a corner, walking behind somebody. At first, I couldn't believe my eyes. What was the great Alexander Lightwood doing here in Hawaii?" His voice was thick with sarcasm, and it irritated me even though Magnus used it on a daily basis. "Just to double check, I called up a warlock and asked him to track you. Sure enough, you were here, and in my town too! So I paid the warlock some more - speaking of, did you enjoy your little dream last night?"

I sucked in my breath at the memory. "That was you," I stated shortly, slowly connecting the pieces.

Logan grinned. "Ding ding ding! And I also used the warlock to track you here tonight." He looked straight into my eyes for the first time that night. I couldn't stop a gasp from escaping my lips, buried memories rising to the surface of my brain. "Although I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out why you were in a jewelry store of all places."

I scowled. "None of your business, Logan," I snarled. "Why am I even wasting my time talking to you?" I tried to lift my foot up so I could leave, but I found that I couldn't. I was frozen in place.

Now, a complete different fear started to grow inside me. It wasn't a ghost of fear anymore, it was a deep fear that I wasn't going to make it out of here alive.

He didn't miss my panicked expression. "Like I said, warlocks have their uses. Now, this whole evening can go without violence." Something in his face made me highly doubt that. "You see, I was just curious. After my parents brought me here, I couldn't stop wondering. I hated you, and that hatred just multiplied when I found that you were gay." His voice turned sour at the end. I kept my face neutral. "I wanted to know if what I did worked. If I had managed to stomp the gayness out of you." This time, I couldn't stop the bitter expression that crossed my face. He wanted to know what?

"Well it didn't," I spat. "It's not even possible. You just delayed the inevitable."

"And what would that be?" he drawled.

I laughed, an empty sound. "Wouldn't you like to know, Logan."

Something flashed across his face. "I could tell the whole clave about you, you know," he threatened.

I snorted. "Been there, done that. Not to mention most of the Downworld population," I said indifferently. If I was going down, then I was going down with dignity. Magnus would be proud, I thought, smirking a little.

His eyes widened just a fraction. "You what?"

"You heard me. I kissed the love of my life in front of almost the entire Shadowhunter and Downworlder population. And you know what, Logan? It. Felt. Great." I couldn't help the smugness that entered my voice.

His eyes glazed over with fury, but his voice was calm. "Love of your life?" He snorted. "Yeah right."

"Yeah. I'm right. I love him with all my heart, and he feels the same. And guess what? No one cares." That wasn't exactly true, but there was no need to mention that. "Everyone supports me. And I still have my marks. Everything you ever said were lies. Flat out lies."

"It's not right," was all he said. Then his expression cleared. "What are you even doing here, in Hawaii?"

I bared my teeth in a feral grin. "I'm on vacation. With my boyfriend." I emphasized the word 'boyfriend', drawing it out. He snarled.

Before I could react, he opened his jacked zipper, revealing a row of shining metal daggers. Long and needle sharp, the kind we used in demon fights. My heart constricted in fear. He pulled one out and stroked the blade. It reflected the fading light of the sun, blinding me for a second. When my vision cleared, Logan was right in front of me, holding the dagger.

"I loathed you, you know. I still do. The whole time I was staying at your place, I wanted to find a way to let you know that. But then I realized you were gay, and that created the perfect opportunity for me to torture you, in my own way. We had fun, remember?" He grinned, and I shivered, wanting nothing but to be with Magnus right now. Magnus would take away all the horrible memories threatening to break the walls that I kept them in.

"What are you doing, Logan." I stated shortly, fear gripping at my heart. Although I already knew.

He didn't answer, instead, he let the blade trace my arms. My muscles flexed, but I still couldn't move.

"You would injure another Shadowhunter just to prove a point?" I asked in disbelief.

"You don't deserve to be called a Shadowhunter. You disgrace the name. And besides," he grinned evilly, pressing the blade down hard enough to draw blood. It trickled down and dripped off the knuckles of my clenched fist, leaving a stark red line against my pale skin. "you'll be dead before anyone finds out it was me who did it."

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Magnus pov

I had had enough. It had been an hour, maybe more, since Alec left. I shoved on a shirt that was lying on the floor, ignoring the fact it was Alec's.

I strode to the nearest wall and began creating a portal to the street he was on. Finally it was done, and I stepped through.

I didn't have to walk long before I saw him. He was laying on the floor, curled up in a tight ball. I started running, and my breathing picked up as I saw that the ground around him was soaked with blood.

"Alec!" I gasped, dropping to the ground. "No no no no no!" His face and torso were badly bruised, his cheek and lips swollen. Cuts, scraped, and stab wounds decorated his body, from his legs to his face. He was covered in blood, his clothes drenched in it. A layer of sweat covered his face. His eyes were shut tight, and his breathing was uneven. But he was breathing. Barely, but still.

"Alec!" I moaned, magic already sparking from my fingertips. "Who did this to you? I'll kill them!"

Alec made a noise. I paused and leaned closer.

"Magnus," he sighed, the whisper barely leaving his lips. "You're here."

"Yes, baby, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, I'll heal you." I tried to comfort him. He opened one eye; the other was swollen shut.

"It was Logan," he whispered. I froze in shock. Alec continued in the same hoarse whisper. "He sent me the dream too. He lives here."

"I'll kill him," I growled. "Right after I heal you." The sparks danced from my fingertips and into his body, healing his major wounds. "Stay awake, love. Don't close your eyes."

Alec nodded sleepily. "I'm sorry," he said suddenly.

"For what, darling?"

"For being afraid to come out. For not spending enough time with you. For not telling you I loved you sooner. For not trusting you, in the beginning. For ever talking to Camille." He let out a small laugh, but it was bitter. "The list could go on and on."

"No, love. I'm sorry."

Alec looked genuinely surprised. "You never did anything," he said in confusion.

I let out a small laugh. "I did. But nothing matters now. I love you, you know."

He smiled. "I love you too."

I moved onto the next deepest stab wound, having already closed two. But there were so many more. I already felt my magic fading, slowly ebbing away. The portal had taken some from me, and his wounds were deep. Alec seemed to sense it too.

"Magnus, stop." His voice was a little stronger, but not by much. His sweat-soaked hair fell into his eyes. I pushed it out of the way, gently.

"I can't, baby, I can't. I have to heal you. You still have to show me that surprise, right?" My energy was slipping, but I didn't stop. I closed the third one and moved onto the fourth.

Alec, on the other hand, looked horrified. "Your surprise!" he gasped.

"Shh, it's ok, you can give it to me after I heal you." The blue sparks faltered, and my heartbeat sped up in fear.

"No, Magnus. Look - look in my front left pocket. Please," His chest rose and fell rapidly. I did as he said, sweat slipping down my forehead.

I reached in his pocked and pulled out a small velvet box. My heart started pounding in anticipation as I stared at it. Excitement fluttered in my stomach, and just for a second, it overtook the fear.

"Open it," came Alec's whisper.

I opened it. Inside was a simple black and silver band. Simple, but beautiful. It was beautiful.

"Magnus Bane," Alec gasped, his breathing labored. He propped himself up on his elbows, causing his wounds to ooze blood.

"Ale-"

"Shh. I've been preparing this speech for a while. I love you more than anything in the world, I love you more than life itself. You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me, and I want to make it official. I want the world to know you're mine. So will you marry me?" he asked. He managed to stay propped up for a second longer before collapsing back onto the ground, face paler than normal.

It was then I realized that I was crying, the tears dripping down into the blood soaked ground below.

"Yes," I managed. "Yes."

Alec smiled, one of true happiness. And then his body slackened, and his eyes closed.

A/N: Cliffy! Sorry 'bout that, I couldn't find a better cutoff spot. Anyways. What did you think? Is Alec dead ?Right after they get engaged :(.

Or can Magnus save him still?

I hope Logan's appearance wasn't too sudden or ironic or too predictable after Alec's dream. I think I explained everything ok, but if you were confused about anything, let me know! I would be glad to clear it up!

And I also hope this whole story isn't moving too fast. It wasn't *fluff fluff fluff BAM angst* was it?

Reviews = faster updates! And I know you want another fast update!