Summary: The second encounter.
Caelen should never have been so stupid, his hand was stuffed into the wound he'd been given but he had no way of escaping.
A scraping noise made him look towards the darkened corner of the warehouse and his heart became pained because there was the little Homeless Shadowhunter he'd been keeping an eye on.
"You okay?" The boy asked and Caelen wondered why he didn't recognize him before remembering he'd chosen dark hair for today and green eyes, with pale skin.
"No, I'm in a bit of trouble."
The boy glanced at where he'd entered and noticed the large demon that he'd been running from.
"Looks like." The boy offered, "Need help?"
Caelen hesitated, he did not want the child in danger not for him, this was the result of his own stupidity, he never should have tried to fight a Demon on this day, he was never at his best, not today.
When he looked up the boy was gone and then he heard the Demon scream in pain and a grunt and the crash of a body impacting a wall.
He stumbled across the room and saw the second time the child hit another wall.
"No!" He shouted as the Demon stalked toward the child who was trying to pick himself up.
The Demon turned to him and began towards him and then it was dissipating into Ichor.
"Are you alright, child?" Caelen asked.
"I'm fine, how about you?" The child asked.
"I'll be fine in a day or so." Caelen assured the boy, "I'm a Warlock."
"Oh." The boy said, "Well, I better find a new place to sleep."
Caelen opened his mouth to offer someplace for the boy to stay but he was already gone and Caelen was left alone in the dark, with nothing but the memory of his lover's death that had happened this day so many centuries ago.