Chapter seven.

Alec didn't feel too much different. He just felt a strong pull on his chest, like he was missing something that he desparately needed. Perhaps that was why he didin't feel so different, he always felt that way around Magnus.

They were stood behind Saphie's house, finishing the incantations. Alec felt useless, just standing there, watching Magnus. Though Magnus had reminded him at least five times now that his mere pressence meant that he could work.

Magnus felt utterly guilty. Had he not been completely, undenyably head-over-heels in love with him, he never would have tied himself to Alec. He could envision a future where Alec and his Shadowhunter wife were called out to a demon disturbance, and were forced to be joined by him. How awkward it would be when he was stuck in the hotel room next door whilst Alec was on his honeymoon. It was going to absolutely kill Magnus to see that day.

Saphie was inside the house, curled up on her sofa, hugging her knees. This was all her fault! If she'd have just had a little bit of self control, none of this would've happenned. Magnus would still be in Brooklyn, pining over his love and lexander would be training, oblivious to his friends feelings!

Dawn was threatening when Magnus finally re-entered the house, Alec in tow. Both looked tired as niether had slept in about 12 hours. "Done." Magnus confirmed before flopping ungrcefully onto the sofa across from Saphie, in the lounge.

Alec leaned on the arm of the sofa, his eyes narrowed at Saphie. "What haven't you told us?" He asked edgily.

"I don't know what you..."

"You didn't invite me in case of a demonic disturbance. Why am I here?" Alec interrupted her when she spoke.

She sighed and tears began to fall from her eyes, "I'm a monster. I hate myself, everything is my fault. I get so so angry, I can't control myself!" She sobbed. "I want to die. I'm ready. I need you to do it."

Alec's eyes widened. She surely wasn't being serious! She did know that if he did, he could be arrested, have his runes taken? She did know how much he would be risking should he do it? She must know!

"Absolutely not!" He exploded, standing up too quickly and feeling a headrush.

"Please! Please do this one last thing for me!" Saphie cried. It was an awful sight. This vampire that looked so graceful, with tears streaming down her cheeks, with snot running from her nose. Her hair hanging limply, looking greasy and lifeless.

"Alec, can I talk to you." Magnus finally spoke. He had been watching the conversation with interest and now knew that if Alec didn't do this, she would just stand in the sun, turn to ash and come back to haunt them both!

Magnus walked into the kitchen, Alec following him. Alec had his hands clenched into fists and anger radiated from him.

"Don't ask me to do this." Alec said fiercely.

"Why?" Magnus asked, though he could list ten reasons why Alec shouldn't kill Saphie.

"Because I don't know if I'd be able to say no." Alec answered softly, unclenching his hands and breathing heavily. All the andrenalin running from him.

Magnus looked at him carefully. This sweet, innocent boy who had traveled cross country into the unknown for him. Who had hurried to his apartment at three a.m. because he had burt himself, because he had asked him to. Who had stayed for him. Who had sacrifised his freedom for him.

"Please, this one last favour!" Magnus pleaded.

He could see the internal battle on Alec's face. On the one hand, he knew that if he did this, he could be removed from the Clave. He could be disowned by his family. His entire life could be ruined! But I'm asking him to, begging him to!

"Can I call Clary?" Alec asked

Magnus nodded reply and handed him his cell-phone. "Do what's right." Magnus warned before returning bak to the lounge, he was asleep within minutes.

"Saphire." Alec called.

"Huh?" She asked as she reached her kitchen.

"You are telling Clary what I'm about to do." He ordered, firmly. Saphire nodded, before going into her bathroom to make the call.