A/N: I'M ! It's been a month since I updated but I have a good fucking reason! I was going to update on April 5th, but the day before that I got a really RUDE private message from some sick bitch, saying I am the worst writer on fanfiction and i should just give it all up! Gee thanks... that REALLY makes me want to update now, don't you think! So i went on strike for a while and I considered just dropping this story all together... but then I went back and looked at all the wonderful reviews I have gotten over the past few months and I decided that I am going to finish this story... for the sake of you guys! Not idiots who send me messages saying I need to go die and take my trash of stories with me. Anyways there should only be about 2 or 3 more chapters left and then by the summer I'll put up my new MagnusXAlec fanfic. Its an AU if you would like to read it.

anyways... here's the chapter... whatever... i don't even care. it's all "worthless trash" anyways! thanks for ruining my writings you jerk.

Disclaimer: I still do not own anything from the mortal instruments.

"What was all of that about?" Jace asked Isabelle as the two looked down the hallway at Alec's closed door.

"I have no idea… Something's not right…" Isabelle pondered.

"Uh… you think?" Jace replied sarcastically.

Isabelle glared at Jace before giving him a swift punch on the side of the arm.

"Hey! What was that for?" Jace pouted.

"For being an insensitive ass." Isabelle spat. "I'm going to go see what happened. Maybe he'll talk to me about it."

Jace just shrugged, deciding that was the best thing to do since his sister wouldn't listen to him anyways.

Isabelle waved Jace away and started to make her way to Alec's room. She had no idea what was going on with him lately and when he had stormed out of the house and entered it in the same way just now, she had to know what the deal was. As she reached his door, Isabelle softly knocked on the wood and waited for an answer.

When no answer came from the other side of Alec's door, Isabelle cautiously nudged it open. She peaked her head inside and observed the surroundings. There were a few pieces of clothing strewn across his floor, seraph blades littered Alec's rather bland desk, and in the middle of his bed, was Alec, lying face down and breathing lightly. Isabelle sighed and walked around the corner of his bed and knelt down in front of him. She lifted the strands of hair hanging in his face to find his eyes closed and dried tear tracks on his cheeks. Alec didn't even stir when Isabelle gasped; he was too deep in sleep.

In all her years of being his sister, Isabelle had never seen Alec look so broken. She had no idea what had happened but she decided that it would be better to let him rest and figure the story out later.

Isabelle leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the top of Alec's head, feeling like her mother at that moment. She straightened up and gave one last glance at Alec's sleeping figure before turning and making her way back into the hallway.

Magnus tried to scream when Vladimir grabbed him by the back of his shirt, and dragged him out of his closet, but nothing got past the gag in his mouth.

Vladimir chuckled at Magnus's attempts to wiggle out of his grasp; instead his grip just tightened. He kept his hold on Magnus as he drug him out of his bedroom and into the living room. Once in there, Vladimir ripped the tape from Magnus's mouth and listened to him scream in agony.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! LET ME GO RIGHT NOW BEFORE I FUCKING SLIT YOUR THROAT AND… MPHHH!" Magnus's insults were cut short when Vladimir clamped his hand over his mouth.

"Would you shut that fucking moth of yours before I shut it myself?" Vladimir barked in Magnus's face.

Before Magnus could answer, Vladimir threw Magnus up against the wall and cast a spell to bind his wrists and ankles to the walls. Magnus winced at the impact, but stood with as much pride as he could muster.

"Now my sparkly warlock…" Vladimir drawled as he slowly strode towards Magnus, "With that shadowhunter out of the way, we can have all the fun we want."

Magnus glared him down then tilted his head forward and spit on his shoes. "Go to hell!"

Vladimir growled low in his throat before he grabbed Magnus's neck and slammed his head back against the wall. He pulled a knife from one of his belt loops and held it against the bare skin of Magnus's chest.

"Don't test me Magnus. For the outcome may not be so….. Pleasurable…"

Magnus winced as Vladimir pressed the blade harder into his skin and a small sliver of blood formed underneath the cold steel.

"Now; are you going to be good for me?" Vladimir purred as he trailed his fingers down Magnus's exposed stomach.

Magnus kept his mouth shut; afraid that if he opened it then some sarcastic comment would come out of his mouth.

"Hmmm?" Vladimir pressed on but Magnus remained quiet.

When Vladimir realized Magnus wasn't going to talk on his own free will, he used his free hand to grab Magnus's nether regions with enough force to make the warlock cry out in pain.

"YES! OKAY, OKAY I'LL BEHAVE!" Magnus screamed through his pain filled haze.

Vladimir smirked and released his hold on Magnus's pained nether regions. Magnus gasped a sigh of relief and he relaxed his body.

"Good; now that I have your attention, maybe you'll be a little more cooperative." Vladimir hissed and lessened the pressure of the blade.

He leaned his head down and began peppering kisses on the underside of Magnus's ear and down the side of his neck. Magnus clenched his teeth together to keep from killing Vladimir right then and there. His kisses weren't like he remembered, nor did they even begin to compare to Alec's. Alec's kisses were sweet and passionate and welcoming, where as Vladimir's were harsh, cruel, and uninviting. Magnus just didn't understand what he saw in his ex in the first place.

Magnus hissed through his teeth when Vladimir began to nip and suck on his flawless skin. It took all he could to hold his tongue and keep his insults to himself. Magnus couldn't help but think of Alec at that moment. What was he doing? Did he hate him? No he couldn't hate him; Vladimir was the one who broke them up. But if he ever got the chance, how was he ever going to explain all of this to him?

Magnus was snapped out of his thoughts when Vladimir started to grind their hips together. He couldn't take it anymore. Usually when he and Alec were in the same position it was quiet enjoyable; but now that it was Vladimir… it was just revolting.

"Get off of me!" Magnus bellowed at the top of his lungs.

Vladimir stopped his ministrations and looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes.

"Now, now Magnus. I thought you were going to be a good boy." Vladimir tapped the blade against his chest. "Looks like you're going to have to be punished."

An evil grin spread across Vladimir's face as he moved the blade to the left side of Magnus's chest. Magnus screamed as the blade was pressed hard into his skin and sliced downward, almost all the way to his elbow. Magnus looked down to see blood pouring from the huge, crooked gash that ran all the way down his arm.

"You could have had me Magnus…. And none of this would have never of happened."

A/N: Pathetic chapter... I know. excuse me. but whatever. anyways rate and review! (be nice if you don't mind) and maybe I'll consider finishing this!

P.S- Sorry, no review responses this week. I am just not in the mood since a douche bag ruined it... you all can thank him.