Chapter five.

Saphie led the two men inside and immediatley entered a room very close to the door. Magnus and Alec shared a look. Saphie didn't come back out until dusk. In that time, Magnus had read through the entire phone-book and Alec had checked every weopon he had on him over. Twice.

"I'm not gonna lie, I'm in deep, deep shit!" Saphie began after a while.

"Hurry up then, some of us aren't immortal!" Alec said edgily. He chose to ignore the glare that Magnus gave him in response.

"I was turned a couple hundred years ago. By some guy called Sean. We'd ben dating and, well, he wanted to keep what was his. 'Didn't tell anyone though. Everythings been pretty OK since then. Sean left, with this other Mundie-don't know what happened to her," Here Alec sighed, bored, "Then a few days back, this guy starts causing trouble at a night-children bar. Had to escort him out. Then he attacked me. We fought and I won."

Both men gasped. "Did...Did you change him?" Magnus asked tentatively.

Saphie nodded in reply, tears falling down her face.

Just then they heard a bang from one of the rooms.

"He's here?" Alec asked exasperatedly.

Saphie nodded again. "Magnus, please, you have to put it to sleep! No ordinary shadow hunter weopon could do it! Please. Use your magic!" She begged.

Magnus sighed. Doing this would make him a criminal. Not to mention it would totally drain him. But the only other option was to send Alec in, send him to his death. He sighed again and nodded.

"Wait." Alec commanded. Magnus turned on him with sad eyes. Alec held out a seraph blade. "It's called Ritzva." He said. Magnus took the blad nodded and walked to the source of the banging-a room leading from the kitchen near to the front door. Alec sucked in a breath as Magnus turned the door and stepped into the room.

Then there was only silence.

For a few minutes it felt as though the earth stood still. Alec and Saphie both stood in the kitchen, watching the door to the room like hawks. They were both scared that the thing would tear Magnus apart, that the last thing someone said to him before he died was 'It's called Ritzva'.

It was a huge sigh of relief when Magnus walked back out of the room with a mere scratch.

"I cut myself on a blade again!" He pouted, looking down at the gash on his hand.

Alec laughed.

"Is he dead?" Saphie asked nervously.

"Yes. He will need to be buried with the right incantations, though, in order to stop him from coming back to life." Magnus explained, thoughtfully.

"Thank you." Saphie said, clearly relieved. "D'you want me to dig the grave, or to carry the body?"

"I have to dig the grave myself, but I would be grateful if you would carry the body out for me." Magnus said.

Saphie nodded and only two minutes later she was carrying the dead half-breed out to an appropriot spot.

"There's more to it." Alec said, mostly to himself, whilst Magnus fixed them both a coffee, the mundane way.

"What do you mean?" Magnus asked, handing a cup to Alec.

"Well, why would she tell you to bring me, risk the clave finding out she made a half-breed? If all this could be resolved with just a warlock." Alec shrugged, taking a sip of the coffee. It was strong, without any milk in it.

"I don't know." Magnus admitted. But I'll find out. He added to himself.