I got a review, so here is chapter three. This chapter is my longest yet, and Magnus is now in the story! Yay!
Thanks to the anonymous reviewer and Mrs Hatake Itachi I'm glad you like my story!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, whom all belong to the wonderful Cassandra Clare.
Chapter Three: Wake Up Call
POV: Magnus
Buzzzzzz. Buzzzzzzz.
Magnus groaned, turning over on his Egyptian cotton sheets. The incessant buzzing of his doorbell had awoken him, and boy was he pissed. It was half four in the morning for Christ's sake; this was the last thing he needed. He'd taken the break up hard. Harder than he thought he would. But, then again, he'd also fallen harder than he thought he would.
He laughed without humour. Alexander Lightwood. The name sent pricks of pain through his body and he shuddered. Yes, he'd fallen hard and fast for that adorable blue-eyed shadowhunter. He'd never loved anyone quite like he'd grown to love his Alec.
But Alec had betrayed him. It wasn't a small betrayal either. To even consider shortening some bodies life, someone that you loved, without consulting them, was unforgivable. And though it broke his heart, he needed to get Alexander Lightwood out of his life for good.
He stood in the hallway, and shouted through the intercom, "WHO DARES DISTURB THE HIGH WARLOCK AT THIS GOD FORSAKEN HOUR. AND THIS BETTER BE GOOD, FOR I FIND MYSELF SHORT OF PATIENCE." He growled. He was not a morning person, and his current situation didn't help his mood.
"Isabelle Lightwood." Said a tense voice that he knew oh so very well.
"Alec isn't here, if that's what your wondering. In fact, for future reference, he shan't be here again. Go home, Isabelle."
A voice spoke, yet this time it was not the lovely Isabelle. "Listen, warlock, we know full well that Alec isn't here, and you better open this fucking door before I kick it down myself and strangle you to death,"
"Jace too. What a fortunous morning this has turned out to be," Magnus retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Magnus, please," It was Isabelle again. "It's Alec. He's missing, gone." Magnus froze. Alec. Gone. Because of him? No... Maybe... Possibly? Oh God...
"When did you last see him?" Magnus inquired, attempting to keep his tone nonchalant, though his panic seeped through.
"Well he's been hiding in his room all week, but I heard him crying in his room this morning, but when I got Jace to help, and we finally got the door open, Alec was gone and the window wide-" Magnus had already buzzed them in, swinging his door wide open for the shadowhunters to come up. Isabelle's face was a mask of barely controlled panic, whereas Jace simply looked absolutely infuriated.
He stormed in, grabbing Magnus by the collar and holding him up against the wall, "You had better have a bloody good explanation for what you did, warlock." He growled, eyes savage. Magnus' eyes narrowed, and he wrenched Jace's hand away roughly. Jace's eyes glinted angrily, and he looked about to pounce when Isabelle jumped inbetween them.
"JACE! Stop! What about Alec, hm? How is this going to help find him?" Her face was frantically searching Jace's. Jace met her eyes for a few seconds before his mad expression thawed out, but only slightly.
"Fine. But know this, downworlder. The only reason I don't kill you where you stand is because without you we have no chance of finding Alec, is that clear?" At the mention of Alec's name, his heart ached, but he ignored that and glared into Jace's eyes.
"Crystal." He replied.
POV: Isabelle
Isabelle Lightwood was afraid. She had fought greater demons, infiltrated evil vampire haunts, and seen her brothers sent to the infirmary more times than she cared to remember. But she'd never been more scared than she was right now. Right now, when she didn't know where her brother was, and was worried for both his physical health and his mental sanity. Right now, all she knew was that her brother had run away, in a completely out of character and reckless act, in all his despair and hopelessness. Right now, he could be risking his life all alone while trying to deal with the pain of his broken heart.
Magnus' tracking spell had lead them to an old abandoned warehouse with blacked out windows and that eerie feeling that you get when watching horror films. Snow covered its roof and the ground around it.
She hadn't realised it was snowing.
There were traces of demon activity everywhere, though there seemed to be no demons there right now. That left Isabelle feeling ill at ease, with a horrid sense of foreboding creeping up her back...
POV: Magnus
Something bad was going to happen. Magnus could tell that much simply from the location in which the tracking spell had lead them. The place stank of demon.
Alec. What have you got yourself into? Magnus thought frustratedly. He started towards the warehouse warily, praying that nothing bad had happened to his blue-eyed-wait, no. He wasn't his blue-eyed shadowhunter anymore, shut up Magnus.
He continued until he heard the blood-curdling scream of Isabelle Lightwood.
POV: Isabelle
Alec. Alec was lying there, in the snow, surrounded by a pool of his own blood. Isabelle screamed at the top of her lungs, and felt rather than saw the warlock run over to her. She couldn't take her eyes off of Alec's delicate, ghostly-pale face.
She heard Magnus suck in a breath and sunk to her knees next to Alec, not giving a damn that it was ice cold.
Oh by the Angel no...
POV: Magnus
Magnus stared at Alec's angel-like, beautiful face. He was so still. Magnus was frozen in shock and pain, knowing that his standing here doing nothing wasn't helping Alec at all.
His skin was so pale it blended in with the snow around him, though most of that snow was now tinged with crimson.
Suddenly Jace came sprinting round the corner, snapping Magnus out of his trance while shouting, "WHAT HAPPENED? ISABELLE?!" Magnus sunk down by Alec's side, calculating the best thing to do, ignoring Jace's presence completely.
"Isabelle. We need to get him inside, somewhere warm," He advised, holding back his despair at the slim chance they had of saving Alec.
Isabelle looked up, dazed, then blinked, her expression turning hard and determined in an instant, "Jace, help me lift him will you?" Though it wasn't really a question. Magnus held up his hand to stop them, and gingerly picked up the blue-eyed shadowhunter himself, taking him straight back to the car.
POV: Isabelle
Isabelle sat on Magnus' leather couch, chewing on her nails impatiently, which she never did. Wouldn't want to ruin a good manicure. But right now, Isabelle couldn't care less about her nails, not while Magnus was in the bed room desperately trying to heal her brother before it was too late.
The worst part was just beginning to form in Isabelle's mind though. If she looked at all the facts, well... The place had stank of demons, and Alec had had his sensor and seraph blade with him at the time... He had jumped out the window... Gone on his own, and when they had arrived had been laying in a pool of his own blood. All the facts pointed to one thing. Alec had purposely gone to find the demons. On his own. Without telling them. He was... No. NO. He couldn't be. Could he?
Alec had always been the easiest person for Isabelle to read. His innocence of the world made every emotion appear plain on his face, and it had been clear that her brother was in love with Magnus. This fact had been a dream come true for Isabelle when she first found out. Her brother could finally be happy! But then Magnus had to go and break his heart.
Alec was already damaged emotionally; he'd long been insecure about being accepted and loved and cared for. Magnus was the one and only for him, and when Magnus left him, Alec probably felt like he had nothing left to lose. So he tried to kill himself.
Or at least, sent himself into ridiculous battles on his own that he couldn't possibly win, so he'd at least die in battle. This realisation struck Isabelle so hard, and her heart broke for Alec. Her baby older brother Alec.
Alec, who'd always tried to protect her from everything and everyone. Alec, who'd always been the mature and responsible one. Alec, who'd never allowed himself any fun because he's always looking after her and Jace. Alec, who was now possibly dying because of one warlock that broke his fragile heart.
POV: Magnus
Magnus stared at the shadowhunter for a long time. He had done it. He had saved him. He was now, of course, completely drained of strength and energy, but it was all worth it. Anything for his blue-eyed nephilim.
Except he wasn't. His, that is. Not anymore. The thought sent a pain so intense through Magnus' heart he thought he'd scream aloud. He had to remind myself why he'd made that decision, and remind himself why it would do no good to take Alec back. Would it? No Magnus, he chastised himself.
He should tell Isabelle and Jace that Alec was okay, but he simply couldn't bring himself to do it. He stared at the boys features. The soft, silky black locks that fell into his closed eyes and curled round his ears. The smooth, pale skin that contrasted perfectly with his ebony hair. The slight flush in his cheeks, and his prominent jawline. Magnus' eyes travelled down to his bare chest, with was wrapped in bandages and covered with scars and faded runes. His perfect imperfections.
There would never be another Alexander Lightwood.
Okay, there's chapter three. Hope you enjoyed reading it, and please review and tell me how I can improve!
~Dreams Of Oblivion