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Chapter II

"A slave"

Tonight's night was almost too peaceful. There was no car honking heard, no screams of mundanes, hell, even no one was walking through the park, when Magnus and Raphael were lurking in the bush, waiting for Emil Pangborn to come here, like he had been coming for the past three months. Santiago was observing him every night, he knew, minute by minute, what the shadowhunter has been doing for the two hours that he spent in the park. He even knew with who, he's doing it.

Every Tuesday night, Pangborn was supposed to patrolling St. Vartan's Park, for two hours, between 6 and 8 pm., then he moved to the East River's docks, and stayed there for twenty minutes. Of course, during his patrol in the park, he had been doing even more. He met with a blonde haired woman, looking around mid-thirty, with hair always made up in a perfect bun. They always sat on the bench in the park, talked for a while, then, they always went to the dock, where an old, broken boat has been docking. They only went there for fifteen minutes, and the woman always left the boat first.

Magnus knew, of course, what they have been doing there. Raphael too, especially that he could hear it very clearly with his super sensitive vampire hearing.

They observed how he met with that woman, how he later went with her on the boat, like they expected them to do. They saw how she left first, and when a few minutes later, he stepped off the deck, they began their plan.

Arela was wearing a crimson dress with a long cut cleavage that showed most of her pale chest off. The dress was ending at the front just before her ankles, and at the back it was longer, lying softly at the green grass now, as she stood, contrasting with it. Her long hair was loosely falling over her shoulders. As she moved, the rich scent of Chanel no.5 followed her; Magnus had to buy the perfume and literally pour the whole bottle on her to mask the horrible reek of seaweed and sea that lingered on her. She looked perfect in the outfit and make-up that Magnus had done to her. She could woo any man, even without using her mermaid's skills.

She sat onto some big rock and turned her eyes at the dark river and she began chanting, as she heard Pangborn's footsteps.

"Block your ears," Magnus whispered to Raphael, handing him the cotton plugs for his ears. Santiago was dead, his brain wasn't functioning like human's anymore, but who knows if the mermaid's singing won't work on him, somehow. Magnus plugged the cotton into his ears and looked into the direction of Pangborn and Arela.

'Oh where is my beloved hunter?

The one who's my heart's ownerr.

The one who will kill for me,

My enemies will be doomed,

My beloved hunter will save my soul,

He will come and make me whole.

He's my beloved Shadowhunter,

Once he'll come, we won't be anymore sunder.'

Magnus observed, as moment by moment, Emil Pangborn was slowly walking towards Arela. That's how Bane knew that the chanting is working.

The Shadowhunter was closer to the mermaid and soon he stood next to her. She turned her head to him, looked at her from under her thick, black eyelashes. Nor Magnus nor Raphael could hear them, but Raphael could read their lips.

'Are you ok, Ma'am?'

'Now I am, my beloved hunter.'

She rose her pale hand and the man took it, gently. He helped her to get up from the rock. The half woman moved her hand upon his wrist and whispered a few words to him, though Santiago couldn't understand this. It had to be in Mermaid's language or some demonic, and even though he spent years among Ragnor and Magnus, he could never learn every language they had known.

Magnus saw the light, green haze that filled the eyes of Pangborn, as Arela moved her hand to the man's cheek. She caressed it gently, looking straight at his chapped lips. A moment and she will kiss him, and that was the big moment that Magnus has been waiting for. The mermaid pressed her lips to Pangborn's ones and kissed him hungrily. Her nails started to grow from the small rounded to the claws, as they were kissing. Suddenly her eyes turned black. Her skin was glowing. The Shadowhunter was becoming paler and weaker in her arms.

She was sucking the soul out of him.

Magnus and Raphael shot out of their hiding place and ran to them; Raphael was faster, of course. He grabbed the woman and threw her off the hunter. When Magnus got there, Arela was laying on the grass and Emil Pangborn was standing in the same position as before. His eyes were hazed, his mouth parted, his body still.

"Magnus do your thing!" Raphael screamed, blocking Arela from jumping at the Shadowhunter to suck the rest of his soul out of him. His fangs were slid out and he was growling at the mermaid, being ready to attack her. He wanted his plan to succeed, and nothing could stop him from it. He will be succeeding, even if some of the downworlders will have to die in a process.

After all, there's no success without victims.

Magnus walked to stand before Emil Pangborn and placed his hands on both sides of his head. He whispered the old spell of connecting to his brain and could see that there's nothing but the emptiness. The warlock could do everything now, he could change, morph the hunter the way he wanted and said man would have no idea about it. He could order him to go and slaughter Valentine in his sleep and the hunter would do it without asking. Ah, such a tempting option, but unfortunately Raphael had other plans.

"Magnus!"

"Oh, shut your mouth. I'm working," Magnus replied with an annoyed tone and turned his focus back on the Shadowhunter. "You will lead me into Valentine's home. You will hand me over as a slave, for him. You will tell him, that you captured me, when I had my magic bounded by my previous master…" he turned to Raphael for some idea on a Shadowhunter's name.

"Adam Ravenscar?" the vampire offered the name he had heard once. Magnus just shrugged his arms and repeated this name in his low tone.

"My magic was bounded by my previous master Adam Ravenscar."

"Adam Ravenscar," Pangborn said emotionless. "Your previous master."

"Yes, he was killed in an attack in his household and you took me, because you recognized Magnus Bane in me," the Shadowhunter was nodding, involuntarily, to whatever Magnus has been saying. "And, you want to give me to Valentine, as I'm a precious slave and his old enemy."

"I give you to Valentine," the hunter stated, looking into Magnus's cat eyes.

"Yes, you'll give me tonight, to Valentine, so he would keep me in the New York's Institute," the man agreed with those words. "You will forget about the woman, who approached you in the park and about the vampire. You will forget about us enchanting you. You will only remember that you took me from the ruined home of Adam Ravenscar in... Seattle."

"Yes," a small whisper escaped the hunter's lips, before the darkness engulfed him.

…

Emil Pangborn was blinking a few times, before he moved forward with his prisoner. His head was slightly hurting, but he had a feeling that it may come from the travel from Seattle. Just as he heard of the sudden death of his friend from the past, he immediately went there to avenge him. Unfortunately, he only came upon the dead body of the man and his oldest son. The whole home was covered in their blood and insides, and the reek of demon's poison was lingering in the main room, where the bodies lay. But this view wasn't the thing that surprised him the most. It was who he found there as well the biggest surprise. There, in the main room, he found Magnus Bane, shaken up by the state of the house. He immediately recognized the old warlock; once the most powerful warlock in the entire world was nothing more but a slave in his friend's house. Suddenly an idea formed into his mind. He could take Magnus to Valentine and give him as a slave to him. He could finally become his only right hand, he would have a higher position in Morgenstern's world, higher than Blackwell and Lightwood. This could be his way to become more important than them.

He had to do it.

That's how he ended walking with Magnus Bane in shackles. The warlock had his magic bounded and was branded with a mark, by some other warlock. Emil didn't even try to find out by which one, he just assumed it had to be Kasandra.

"Move faster, Downworlder, we don't have the whole day!" he snapped at the man, behind him, pulling the chain stitched to the shackles. Magnus almost fell to the ground because of it. They were near the Institute already and the Shadowhunter couldn't wait to give Bane to Valentine.

"I can't, those boots won't let me walk faster, you imbecile," Magnus huffed at him and didn't even try to move faster.

Ten minutes later they were standing in front of the Institute. Magnus could see the building with no problem, seeing as he's a Downworlder. Plus, his father was an angel himself, once upon a time.

"Move along," Pangborn said again, pulling the chain one more time. Once they were standing before the big, old, wooden doors with black runes on them. If Magnus recalled good, those were protective and hiding runes. The Shadowhunter raised his hand and the door opened wide. "Come."

He led the Downworlder inside.

Ah, the Institute hasn't changed a bit since the last time Magnus had been here, back in 80's. The same sad, white walls without a trace of soul. No pictures, except for the big painting of the Raziel with the Mortal Instruments. A dust lingered on the floor as they were moving towards the library, at least it used to be a library. They met an old, grayish-bluish cat on their way. Magnus smirked, so Church was still alive and kicking. The cat recognized the man and started to meowing at him in his way.

"Who's that?" some boy's voice spoken up behind their backs. They turned around and approached ten years old looking boy with big glass on his nose. The boy had black hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a white T-Shirt with some black drawings on it. His green jeans had washed stains on the front.

"Max," Pangborn breathed out, turning his focus on the little boy. "Where are Valentine and your father and mother?"

"Mr. Valentine is in Idris, along with Dad, Mom and Mr. Blackwell. Jonathan and Alec went with them. Hodge is in the library," Max answered, looking suspiciously at Magnus. "Are you a fairy? You shine like one in those old books."

"I'm not a fairy, boy," Magnus replied, moving his wrists in the shackles. With every next minute he felt a pain in them. "I'm a warlock."

"But warlocks are bad," the boy said in a small voice, taking a step back.

"Fear not, Max," this time it was Pangborn who spoke, giving Max a crooked smile. "This Downworlder has his magic bounded already."

There was a loud trembling coming from the direction of the library. It was followed by three voices, two males' and one female's. Pangborn smiled honestly and pulled Magnus's chain again, forcing him to follow him as the man started to walk towards the room. The big wooden door opened and four Shadowhunters stepped out of it.

"Valentine, Robert, Maryse, Hodge," Emil greeted them all, they offered him a simple nod in return. "I have a gift for you, Valentine."

"A gi…" the man cut himself off, as he spotted the man behind Pangborn's back. "By the Angel…" Valentine came closer to them, giving a sing with his head to Emil, so he steps away. The man eyed the Downworlder from head to toes and held his breath in a surprise. "The great Magnus Bane is here, in my home. What a surprise."

"I have collected him from Adam Ravenscar's house, when he died," the rest of Shadowhunters looked at him confused, as they didn't recognize the name. "An old friend of mine, he was always quiet and shy, didn't like the life in the light. He died two nights ago, a demon attack. He was living in Seattle and didn't have enough time to call for help. I got there once I heard about the attack and found Bane there. I thought that you'd like to have him as your servant, Valentine."

"Did we know about this attack?" Morgenstern directed that question to Hodge and Lightwoods, but they just shook their heads. "Ah, never mind. It's a great loss that we've lost a brother. But what a great gift he had left me," once again he turned to Magnus. "My, my, Magnus Bane, you are going to be my little slave from now on. My own personal slave."

A/N: Did you like it?

The next one will be in two weeks, because now I need to focus on ending the story I'm writing in Polish.
In the next one Malec will meet for the first time ;)

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