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A/N: Heres the next one… enjoy it guys… ;)

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Alecs eyes met Magnus' across the room, as they slid onto bar stools at the other end of the bar, Ragnor leaning and kissing Raphael in a way not entirely appropriate for public viewing.

Though the way Magnus was obviously eyeing Alec was not exactly innocent either. Alec blushed and bit his lip as Magnus winked and licked his lips, ordering a drink and smirking as he turned back to his friends.

Alecs group were all staring in hatred as Will started bitching.

"Can we seriously not get away from them for one fucking night?"

Jace groaned. "I know. Maybe we should poison their drinks."

Izzy giggled. "Or we could just shove more cake in their faces, eh Jace?"

They all laughed began making jokes in reference to their enemies. Mainly about gay pirates, rainbows and unicorns and fairies. Alec didn't want to laugh, as his Magnus was a victim of their ridicule, but damn if he wasn't in absolute stiches.

Though after a few drinks, Ragnor turned to them spitefully.

"So, what brings the whore parade to our sacred lounge?"

Jace snorted. "I'm sorry? You're calling us whores when you were practically fucking the bartender on top of the bar he was meant to be tending? Classy, Fell. Real nice."

Clary and Simon giggled as Will snorted. Even sweet little Jem cracked a smile. Alec bit his lip to hide his laugh and his gaze met Magnus' again. This time, he winked at Magnus and made a kissy face. His friends passed it off as a piss take, but Magnus knew it was so much more. He smiled and cocked an eyebrow, winking and popping the buttons of his shirt, before pulling a provocative pose and making Alec blush.

Though no one noticed this because Ragnor started shouting again.

"Shut up Herondale! You can all suck my dick you fucking wankers! You think you're so much better than everyone else just because you're hot and have money but let me tell you-" He cried, his arm flung out as he gestured rudely.

As he stretched his arm out, Alec grabbed his wrist and glared at him with an icy stare.

"That's enough Fell. If you cant watch your language, you can leave. And i think you've had enough to drink. That's what? Your fourth glass of scotch? You're not even of age."

Ragnor snorted derisively. "And i suppose you're gonna stop me drinking, Lightwood."

Alec shook his head and shrugged. "I wont. But this will."

He said with a sweet smile as he slipped a luminescent red band around Ragnors wrist.

Alecs friends all laughed as Ragnor fumed. The red bands were given to people who aren't to be served for fear of over-intoxication and potential alcoholism and they can only be cut off, not simply removed.

Alec smirked as Ragnor glared at him, Raphael laughing at his boyfriend playfully. Magnus stared at Alec and thought to himself that his little secret was the hottest, most beautiful, amazing boy to walk the earth. And that smirk on his face was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Aside from seeing those luscious red lips wrapped around his dick anyway.

He pulled out his phone with a wink at the boy he loved and giggled as Cat whispered something in his ear. Alec watched their little interaction with a smile, as Ragnor started sulking. He vaguely heard Cat say something about going to the bathroom, when his phone beeped in his pocket.

He pulled it out and grinned, leaning back against the shelves behind the bar.

That was hot. You are amazing.

He bit his lip and smiled over at Magnus, who was openly staring at him. He was about to reply when he felt a sudden heat begin to wash over him.

Not a sexual heat. Not an internal rise of temperature in his body. An actual, boiling, heat. He turned to Raphael and spoke.

"Hey, Raph, does it seem a little warm to you, behind here today?"

Raphaels brow furrowed. "It actually does. I guess De Quincey put the heating on."

Alec loosened his tie and fanned himself with his hand.

"I'm gonna get him to turn it off. Its fucking boiling. Its beginning to feel like a furnace."

Raphael nodded and they turned towards the office door. Alec sighed and knocked hard, only to reel his hand away with a hiss.

"Its hot." He moaned, rubbing his knuckles.

Raphael scoffed. "No its not. Don't be ridiculous."

He said as he banged on the door, only to hiss loudly and wrench his hand back. Alec gave him an 'I told you so' look and shrugged in bewilderment.

Gingerly, Alec knocked again, the heat scolding him once more.

"De Quincey! Open the door!" He shouted.

Raphael knocked hard again and moaned in pain. They shared a bewildered look as both Will and Ragnor, in never to be repeated unison, called out.

"You guys alright?"

The looks they gave each other were really quite comical. Alec and Raphael nodded and turned away, sharing looks of apprehension. Alecs spidey sense of things about to go catastrophically wrong was back in full force.

He grabbed an old towel and jiggled the handle, hissing as his hand seemed to burn. That's when realised.

There was a small waft of black coming out from under the door and behind the bar was heating up by the second. And the door was locked. And De Quincey hadn't left the office all day.

"Raphael." He said cautiously. "Has De Quincy left today?"

"No." Raphael replied in equal fear.

Alec swore under his breath. "The doors locked. He hasn't left. And I'm pretty sure that heat isn't coming from the heaters. Stand back, I'm breaking the door down."

In other circumstances, saying that would have been funny, but the fear inside them made it horrifying.

He pushed Raphael back and cast a self-conscious look over his shoulder before slamming his foot into the door hard. The bang resonated through the bar area and both Ragnor and Magnus, as well as Alecs group turned towards them.

As his foot hit, a billow of black came out from under the door. He gasped and slammed against it again and again, his leg burning with strain as he hit.

"De Quincey! Damn it! OPEN!"

He yelled as he hit it a sixth time and it flew inwards. Alec practically screamed as a billow of black swarmed out, stinging his eyes. Then came the flood of heat, searing and orange and bright and burning. He heard people screaming his name as he felt someone drag him back, as he felt something hot lick his neck in a searing movement. He screamed as it touched him and Raphael dragged him away, tipping ice on his neck.

They turned back to the door, and saw the glowing curtain of orange and whispering black and grey. And there, hanging from the rafters by a frayed tie, amongst a flurry of flickering flames, was the lifeless body of Alexei De Quincey.

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A/N: .Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun. Bet you didn't see that coming. ;) Next chapter is full on pain and chaos and screaming and heart-breaking desperation. Its gonna be great. ;)