False perceptions I bleed the night dry
I complicate beautiful lies
Can you see motion turn to cries and I see
Bloody wishes on the floor
Can you see me fading out
Can you see me
Can you burn everything
That once pertained to my lost soul
Let go
And I caught fire in the sunlight
Burning like a candle at night
No shadows to hide my eyes
I caught fire in the sunlight
Broken pictures I close my eyes
I circumvent innocent life
Here I am tattooed to the wall and I am
Blowing kisses toward the door
Plastic heart melted in the shape of knife
I won't let you down

-Ashes To Ashes

Vampires Everywhere

Outside the structure of stone lay the trees, the grass drinking in the moonlight. A sweet sigh breezed through limbs and leaves, a soft rustling emanating from all around the solid building. Al lay in shadows below the trees; hues of blues cover the blanket of grass, shadows darker, pushed away from silver, light blue light.

The moon lay overhead, bright against a blackened sky, starts seeming dim in comparison. It casts the land in her long lost blue to end the darkness in her black night.

Black.

It filled the hollow halls, its companion, only silence as Magnus slinked through the night, not daring to make a sound. If valentine hadn't shown himself during the fight then he had to be cautious. He didn't know if they were heard or not, either way, silence was headed. Valentine's stench was everywhere, masking any other scent Magnus could use to find Alec.

The silence, although it kept his presence hidden, concerned him. Even if Valentine was able to remain hidden as well, Magnus should be able to hear Alec's heartbeat.

Magnus hoped that he just wasn't close enough to be able to hear it.

Passing a room, a scent hit him like a wave. He stopped in his tracks, opening the cracked door immediately.

The room was bare, he knew that, but the unmistakable scent of Alec covered the room entirely.

A vision from blood flashed before his eyes.

Alec curled against the wall, bleeding and cold, nearly blending into the torn wall paper.

Alec being dragged out of the room, by different vampires, not always Valentine, but Alec is always struggling, fighting.

Valentine's grin.

Blue.

Stepping back out of the room, he pushed away the blood stains on the floorboards and followed a new trail.

Valentine drew back, blood painting his lips, dripping slightly as he looked down on Alec. Watching his chest fall unevenly, his throat decorated with his mark. Smirking he drew his wrist to his bloody lips, puncturing the thin skin into his vein.

He drew back, placing his wrist over Alec's lips, pale from blood loss. Alec struggled weakly, trying futilely to avi9oud the warm liquid seeping from the wound.

Valentine chuckled deeply, "Now, now, it's no use to resist, your body needs this to survive, the instinct is too strong, "he pushed his wrist closer, hovering just above Alec's lips, and he knew there was no way to fight the urge.

His smirk twisted into a scowl when Alec still refused.

Valentine's strong hand gripped Alec's black locks, gripping tighter than necessary and forced his blood wrist to his lips, gasping when the pull of his veins bit harshly into his flesh.

Magnus found himself being lead down another hallway, and another, and another. The sent grew stronger with each turn and twist, the visions the blood gave off were strong, accidental even. He was sure Valentine hadn't even noticed the blood that trailed behind as he led Alec down to their destination.

The visions grew stronger as he walked down a long strip of hall. Emotions radiated from what he was able to see. Alec's fear was most predominant. Something was familiar yet somehow wrong. Alec knew the routine, but the new anxiety was there. Those feelings were what Magnus tried to push away. The visions were helpful, he knew he was on the right path; the emotions were what stalled him.

It felt like a way to carve out his heart, chunk by chunk.

There was a door at the end of the hall; it was thick with ornate carvings etched into the cold stone.

Magnus opened it.

"Ah, Magnus," Valentine hummed, straightening himself from his position on the couch, not even trying to block Alec's wilting body from view.

He looked pleased.

"So glad you could make it, though I'm afraid you're a bit late."

All Magnus could do was stare, wide-eyed, his mind emptying of all emotion, all thoughts ceased to exist. There was just Alec, lifeless on the red velvet couch, black hair matted around his pale face. Though he was breathing, it was weak and barely holding on.

Valentine tried to turn him, and now he was dying.

"Unfortunate really, his body is rejecting my blood," he spoke with placating sympathy, his face spread out in mocking delight, watching as he saw Magnus' eyes spark with rage, and he knew Magnus was going to attack him right then.

Out of rational judgment, that's what Magnus did, Valentine easily dodging the foreseen attack, loosing footing only when Magnus shifted and cut Valentine's face, momentarily distracting Valentine, leaving him now open for another quick cut.

Valentine, attempting to remain unfazed, came back with a vengeance, and made an attack of his own, locking into a hand to hand fight.

"How do you keep getting these boys tangled into your mess? You should have known that I would have found you sooner or later," he taunted, laughing as his back hit the wall, Magnus' grip tight on his jacket.

"You're insane. Haven't you had your revenge all those years ago? Why Alec?" Magnus demanded.

"Why? You destroyed my coven," Valentine growled.

"They were on a rampage."

"And you think that one lost boy makes up for what power I've lost," Valentine paused, and gained control of himself, "And I never got to play with the last one and this boy was such a delight to watch write. His eyes are my favorite," he grinned a Cheshire grin, "They always showed just how much pains and torment I was causing him."

Valentine laughed at Magnus' death stare and drew the knife out of his hidden pocket, driving it into Magnus' gut. Another laugh as he watched Magnus fall to his knees, hand gripping the dagger.

Magnus gasped, the sharp pain cutting into his stomach, as he pulled out the knife with shaky hands. Pure silver.

"Not a stake, but it should weaken you enough, it shouldn't take much longer for the silver to flow through your blood stream entirely," he kneeled in front of Magnus, "Kind of romantic really: two lovers, parted in life, reunited in death, that would be-"he gasped, looking down at his chest where a wooden stake was driven through his heart.

"I think this ending is a little less tacky," Magnus chocked out, the silver completely weakening him as Valentine ghosted into dust all over the bloodied carpet.

"Alec."

Magnus staggered to where Alec still lay, one hand gripping his stomach, blood still flowing profusely from his wound. The silver affecting his healing.

He dropped onto his knees, hands shaking as he brushed Alec's matted hair from his face, wary of the bruises that marred his skin. Alec was still alive; somehow his body was still pushing to live.

He couldn't lose Alec; he knew he would never have been able to let him go. But he didn't want Alec to never have a choice. Now there was no choice. Just a fading heartbeat struggling in the background.

Magnus cut his wrist, the blood drawing out, and placed it to Alec's lips, letting out an unsteady breath as he felt the unfamiliar tug of his veins.

Author's Note: So, it's done. I wrote an epilogue, which is all written out, and will be posted next weekend.

For future fics - I have three one-shots I have written, that need to be typed out. Debating an angel/demon fic, but I need a more solid plot, so not sure what's going on after the oneshots.

Thank you all for reviewing I read them all, and it really does inspire me to try and stop my writer's angst.

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