Chapter 14- Revenge

"Magnus, you stand by the stairs and cover them when they come back up, everyone else spread out evenly around the warehouse," Alec began giving orders,

"Why should we listen to him?" moaned Grace.

Magnus hadn't taken a liking to any of the James' apart from Stewart. Grace would complain like a squeaky rat, as she obviously thought she was one of the best Shadowhunters; little did she know that she was in the presence of who Magnus knew was one of the bravest and most brilliant Shadowhunters ever.

"Because, he's a Lightwood who has literally been to hell and back; I wouldn't mess with him," Magnus said and he saw Alec smirk in the corner of his eye,

"Come on Grace," Grace's father commanded and they went deeper into the warehouse.

It was strangely quiet. Vampires were known for being good at sneaking up on people, but even then, you'd be able to hear them sniggering. Magnus stood with Alec and at least fifteen vampires in a large room with damp boxes that were falling apart in the corners, splatters of fresh and dry blood as well as old stains covered the floor and the walls had been painted black. The windows were smashed and boarded up on the outside or they were boarded up on the inside, either way, the only light came from four hanging lights bulbs that ran down the middle of the dark ceiling. Alec slid his arrow into position on his bow and scanned the room, before looking at Magnus in the eyes with a question in his face. Magnus nodded, knowing what he was asking and stretched out his hand to sense where the vampires were in the warehouse.

"Don't worry," Magnus whispered, "they're swiftly on their way," he pointed to an old dark brown door that was towards the back of the room.

Alec stood with his arrow pointed at the door. Magnus couldn't help but take a moment to take in how handsome and irresistible Alec looked in such a manly position where he could see the muscles in his arms clearly and his tightened jawline that made him slightly melt. When he bit his lip, the door creaked open. Magnus waited for vampires with fangs of blood to jump out at them like in a scary movie, but instead, a load of vampires came piling through the door, all of them snarling. The first vampire quickly had an arrow in his head and fell to the floor like a rock.

"Why can't you all just be nice?" Magnus complained as blue sparks began to surround his hands.

Any vampire that came towards Magnus was instantly encircled by blue sparks before turning into ash or falling unconscious (or possibly dead) on the floor. Even though his priority was to protect the staircase, Magnus couldn't help but search the crowd for Alec and make sure he was okay. Obviously, he was more than fine. He moved gracefully, switching from using his bow and arrow to his seraph blade effortlessly and dispatching vampires with such ease. Watching the vampires was confusing as he would constantly forget which vampires were on the same side as him and would end up rooting for the wrong ones.

As Magnus turned another two vampires into dust, he was shoved forwards. Eleanor ran in front of him, holding her stomach and blood covering her hand. She was moving slow for a vampire, but she was still fast which made focussing on her hard as Magnus began to spin freezing sparks around his hand. He was about to throw the spell at her, when he was pounced on by a vampire, knocking him onto the floor with a frenzied vampire snarling in his face.

"You should invest in mouthwash," Magnus said as he punched the vampire in the face and then used his magic to push the vampire into the ceiling.

Before he could begin to think about getting up, Alec was standing over him with his hand held out. Magnus could imagine a halo spinning around his perfect boyfriend's head and wings spreading from his back as he took his hand and was pulled up on his feet. They looked into each other's eyes for a brief moment, before Alec quickly span away and was lost in the fighting mass again. Magnus scanned the room for Eleanor, but she had completely vanished and he soon became distracted by the sound of arguing coming from the stairs.

"I can use a sword with or without your permission," Silver complained,

"You are still weak, I don't want you tiring yourself out," Nathaniel replied,

"Stop being such a grandma."

Magnus turned to see Silver holding a sword and despite how pale she was, she was standing up straight in between Nathaniel and Jamal. She didn't look as strong as a Shadowhunter should; her hands were slightly shaking, she looked like she could happily sleep for centuries and there were faint marks of deep cuts on her bare legs. There were fresh runes on her skin which only highlighted how pale she had become, but made her look ready to fight at the same time.

"Shall we get you out of here?" Magnus smiled.

Silver looked at Magnus for a second as if trying to digest what he had said, "Sure, I can miss one fight."

Magnus stretched out his arms in the direction of the exit and when he parted them, vampires were pushed out of the way to create a clear path to walk down. He took a step forward and turned to see if Silver was following. She was at first. But then vampires began to hurry towards her. Jamal and Nathaniel were pulled into the crowd as they fought, leaving Silver to fight for herself unless Magnus closed the path. It was obvious she was too weak to fight more than a couple of vampires and she would need Magnus's help, even if it meant not having a clear path to get out of the warehouse. Magnus dropped his hands and stood with his back against Silver's as vampires came towards them. As he flung vampires against the walls and ceiling, he would turn occasionally to check up on Silver. Although her strength must have been fading, she fought vigorously and had bodies at her feet with the first five swipes of her sword.

Silver didn't know where her energy was coming from; she could only put it down to all the runes she had drawn on her. She liked the feeling of having Magnus behind her as it made her feel protected and now and again she'd lean her back onto his to get her breath back. She could see Nathaniel in the corner of her eye and her father in the other and the number of vampires who were on the opposing side was decreasing. The more she fought, the weaker she got to the point where she wasn't sure if she could hold the sword anymore. Eleanor had drained her of so much blood and even the runes couldn't restore all of the energy she had lost. She began to stumble forward and her vision became blurry.

"You Shadowhunters don't know when to call it a day," she heard Magnus tut as she was lifted and rushed out of the warehouse.

The crisp air almost stung when it hit her legs, but it was mainly a blessing and when she opened her eyes, she could see the jewel speckled sky and smiled at the thought of finally being safe.

"You can put me down," she said softly.

Magnus put her on the ground delicately and they were soon joined by Nathaniel, Jamal and Alec. Her father had only one scratch on his face which didn't even need a plaster- the complete opposite of the state that Silver was in. Alec's hair was a mess and he was breathing heavily, but he too looked as if he had just gone for a run instead of fighting a load of vampires. Nathaniel, on the other hand, had a gash on his arm and a bruise was forming on his cheek, but he still looked perfect. In silence, she looked from her father to Nathaniel- the two men who bravely fought to save her and the most important people in her life. This was the one time they had been around each other without in some way insulting each other. As Magnus hugged Alec, she saw the look in Nathaniel's eyes which meant he was preparing himself for her to run into him.

"How about we go home?" Jamal smiled.

Silver took a single step towards them. A blur darted from the door of the warehouse to behind Silver and before she could turn her head, she was being held tightly by Eleanor with a dagger being held up to her throat. Silver dropped her sword on the floor.

"I don't think she'll be coming home with you," Eleanor snarled, "take one step forward and she'll just die quicker."

Silver looked into Nathaniel's eyes and shook her head, knowing that he was about to run towards her. She had been in this position before, but she had had a weapon in her hand and it wasn't a blood thirsty maniac of a vampire holding her. It was better than being tortured, but at least if she was still in the storage room, her father and boyfriend wouldn't have to witness her death. She wasn't as scared as she expected to be, instead she began to accept that this was going to be her last day alive and started to take in the features of Nathaniel's face.

"You don't have to do this, Eleanor," Nathaniel attempted to reason with her,

"You Shadowhunters kill vampires like we're a disease. I have no one that I love left to hug or kiss and now I have the chance to make you feel exactly how I feel," there was pure anger and hatred in Eleanor's voice.

As Eleanor talked, Silver noticed a dagger in Alec's pocket. She waved at him subtly and after a few attempts, she got his attention and pointed at the dagger. He started patting down his trousers until he realized that it was the dagger that she wanted. Once he took it out of his pocket, he already knew what Silver wanted him to do. She held her hand out, telling him to wait as she prepared herself. Her heart was beating so hard and it was a struggle to breathe and think clearly.

"If I cannot get revenge on all of you disgusting Nephilim, I can get revenge on at least one of you," Eleanor spat the words at Jamal, "but I won't be using this," Eleanor waved her dagger in the air.

Silver gave Alec the thumbs up and he threw the dagger at her. Once she caught it, she felt a searing pain her neck. She attempted to ignore it as she kicked back at Eleanor, turned around and plunged the dagger into her chest, before picked up her sword and freeing Eleanor's head from her shoulders. She dropped the sword as she put her hand to her bleeding neck. Eleanor's lips had blood covering them and Silver began to feel her blood boil. She had been bitten.