Chapter 3.
Magnus stalked across the room. He placed his hands on the sides of Alec's face. He pulled him closer until their lips met. Soft at first, like maybe if he was too rough, Alec may break. But soon their gentle embrace became hard and rough. Magnus pressed Alec against the brick wall of the room-one niether man recognised-his hands roaming the other's body. Alec on the other hand, had his hands buried in Magnus's hair, pulling on it lightly.
"Bedroo..." Alec managed to mutter against his lovers lips.
Never parting, the two men made their way to a bedroom neither had noticed before. Inside was a large double bed-doused in glitter and black blankets-a small bedside table and a glamorous sofa.
"Are you sure?" Magnus asked Alec, pulling away and looking into the other man's eyes.
"No." Alec uttered, "But I want to anyway." He then pressed himself back against Magnus, trying to feel every inch of him. He left wet, open mouth kisses along his neck as his hand wandered down and grabbed...
Magnus awoke to a loud ringing sound. It sounded destinctly like his landline, but in his half-asleep, arroused state it took the High Warlock a few seconds to realise it was, indeed, his landline.
Even so, Magnus didn't hurry to clambour out of bed and answer the phone. When he finally reached it he lazily lifted the reciever and croaked, "Hello." Into the speaker.
The reply was rushed and scared, and most definately female.
"Magnus, please, we need your help!"
Magnus froze in horror. He recognised the voice, but it was impossible. How could she still be alive?
"Saphie?" He muttered in disbelief.
"YES! Magnus, it's me and I'm in trouble and I need the help of a High Warlock, please!" Saphie replied, hurridly.
"You're in NORTH CAROLINA, get your own High Warlock to help!" Magnus replied edgily.
"NO! Magnus, please, you don't understand! I need you to come. Quickly. Use a portal. Bring a shadow hunter! Goddamn it! JUST GET HERE, please." Saphie pleaded. Then the line went dead. Nothing. Not even the irritating drone that plays when the person on the other end hangs up.
It was only 7 when Alec was awoken to a grumpy Clary mumbling something that sounded vaguely like 'visitor'. It had been two days since he had last seen Magnus, and his heart sank. Had he actually been stupid enough to visit him at the Institute? Around people?
Alec hurried out of bed and half-ran to the foyer where Jace, Clary, Isabelle and Simon were all crowded, stood in a perfect semi-circle. They were facing a very disheveled looking Magnus. He wasn't glowing, his hair lay flat and colourless on his head and he had clearly rushed to get dressed.
"What's going on?" Alec asked, concered.
"Magnus wants to take one of us to NORTH CAROLINA to help out one of his buddies but refuses to TELL US WHY." Jace explained, leaning heavily against the wall next to him.
"She wouldn't tell me, but she sounded scared and afraid." Magnus spat venimously.
"Who?" Alec asked. Even he could hear the faint jelousy in his words.
"Saphie, and old friend of mine." Magnus said, not quite looking at Alec.
"Well, don't look at me. I refuse to go if Simon isn't!" Isabelle said decidedly. She had become close to the poor Vampire who looked more shocked than anyone at Isabelle's statement.
"Yeah and I've not even started teaching Clary about Shadowhunting, we can't go." Jace explained. Clary leant against him, dressed in one of his black sweaters-that was far too big for her-and some shorts.
"Alec?" Magnus asked almost pleadingly.
Alec had never seen him this way, never seen him so vunerable, so human. It was confusing and painful.
"Erm.." Alec began. All eyes were on him but he was looking directly at Magnus, "When do we leave?"
Magnus broke into a grin, "Now." Was all he said before clicking his fingers. Immediatley he looked like his old self and two gym bags sat at his feet. Alec had also changed. He was wearing all black and he could feel the weight of the concealed weapons. He quickly drew his runes and nodded at his friends.
Isabelle and Clary both hugged him and Simon and Jace shook his hand, then he left. Gym bag slung over one shoulder, following Magnus into the unknown.
Magnus was scared. Not for himself or for Saphie, but for Alec.
If anything happens to him, Magnus thought to himself, someone will pay.