Magnus felt a surge of magic and his heart almost stopped. He ran even faster, towards the source and saw Alec standing, but barely conscious, and a man looming over him.

"ALEXANDER!" He screamed, but the Nephilim didn't budge. Instead, the man turned to face him, an evil grin on his face, and Magnus froze.

"You…"

"Hello little brother. It's been ages. Don't I get a hug?"

"What have you done?" Magnus said, seething with rage.

"Nothing." He answered non-chalantly "I just wanted to see if I could make your pretty boy-toy scream. You should be thankful I only broke some bones, when there are easier ways to achieve that." He said touching the unconscious Shadowhunter's face and leaning closer, to make his point.

Magnus saw red, his magic flaring out of control, surrounding him.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!" He roared, attacking the man with a ball of blue fire.

The Warlock stopped it easily and taunted him. "Are you sure you want to do this? I don't care, but something could accidentally hit your precious Alexander."

Magnus growled at him. "Don't you dare speak about him." He said waving his hands and Damien laughed at him when he saw nothing happening.

"Is that all? All bark and no bite, Ma-"

His words were cut short when Magnus attacked him, pushing him back, and suddenly they were passing through a portal behind the other warlock, ending up to the other side of the warehouse.

They collapsed, to a tangle of limbs and Magnus was so furious, he actually punched him, not caring about using his magic at the point.

"What did you do?" He demanded still punching him. "What have you done to him?"

Damien raised his hand and stopped the next punch coming to him. "Why don't you go find out?" He smiled making Magnus' blood freeze. He couldn't even tell if his lover was breathing and he was going crazy with worry.

Before he had time to think of his next move, the other Warlock released a pulse of magic pushing him off, tossing him to a nearby wall. Magnus groaned and got up slowly. The other man was already on his feet, dusting himself off as if nothing had happened, even though his bloody face was proof of the contrary.

"C'mon then. Your chosen one is bleeding out on the floor."

Magnus growled at him and attacked him with his magic, infuriated. The other Warlock was older, but Magnus was still the High Warlock and his desperation made him even stronger, so soon he had pushed Damien back and had the upper hand.

All the while, the man kept taunting him and after a particularly bad jab, ("I'm going to have so much fun with your precious boy once you're out of my way.") Magnus screamed, his magic blazing, and blue flames enveloped the other man, burning him alive.

He fell to the floor still smoking and Magnus walked to him, leaning over him to make sure it was over.

Even dying, the madman kept smiling. "Our father would be proud of you…" He told Magnus before he drew his last breath and left Magnus staring at him in shock and dread.

The ominous dead silence pulled him out of it a moment later, though.

"Alexander…" He muttered and ran again to reach his beloved.

~o~

The last thing Alec remembered among the blinding pain and the sound of his own bones breaking, was Magnus' voice, screaming for him, and then oblivion took him.

What brought him back was Magnus' voice calling his name once again. He groaned softly hurting everywhere and tried to focus on his Warlock's voice.

"Alec? Alexander? Can you hear me baby?" Magnus' voice was frantic but soft.

"Mags…" He rasped, and felt his lover's trembling lips on his forehead.

"Yes… I'm here, I've got you sweetheart. I'm here…" The Warlock answered worried out of his mind. What if he had been too late and his horrible premonition had come to life? "Alexander…" He added, unable to take it any longer. "Can you open your eyes?"

"Yeah…" The Nephilim whispered obeying, as Magnus kept his breath.

~o~