Malec Tales Series 1: Nephilim and the Warlock- Chapter 5: Another Minute.

Alec pov- By time I got to the study room, it was already twelve thirty. This castle was huge and I kept losing my way at every corner I turned.

Magnus seemed annoyed when I finally got there but relaxed once I sat down on the floor in front of him, leaning on some of the pillows scattered around us.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming," he said, looking at me questioningly."

"If you must know, I got lost again. You need to put maps up on the walls around here. I can't tell my left from my right."

"There has never been a map of the castle made. When I built it, everyone who it was intended for had a spell placed on them that would direct them to any room they wanted to go. You don't have such a spell placed on you, so of course you get lost."

"Could you maybe put that spell on me then? I'm tired of being so turned around all the time. If I'm going to live here forever, I need to know where i'm going. Wouldn't want to accidentally wander into your precious forbidden wing of the castle now would I?"

"You know the painting so if you see it, you are on the wrong wing. I'll be nice though and put the spell on you. Tessa would give me an ear full if she found out you asked me to and I rejected it."

"Are you afraid of Tessa or something? She seems to be the only person you listen to."

"Fear? No. Respect? Absolutely. I respect her more than anyone else in the world." He said grabbing a book sitting next to him.

"Why her? Don't you respect anyone else in the castle? What about Ragnor or Catarina?"

"You ask a lot of questions. Of course, I respect Ragnor and Catarina. We havr been through a lot together but not as much as Tessa and I. There's a bond with her that I don't have with anyone else."

I thought about my next question carefully for a moment before asking, "is it because of Will Herondale?"

Magnus looked up from the book. "Talking about Will is the same as talking about the war. We don't talk about the war so next question."

I sighed, wondering why I even bothered. There was no way he would give me a clue to who the author of the journal was. Tessa is the only one who can help me with that.

"Fine, you win. What book are you holding?"

He held it out to me. "This is a book about warlocks. You said your library didn't have a lot on the subject so I thought we would start there."

This surprised me. I thought warlocks would be the last thing he would want to talk to me about.

I opened the book, skimming the pages, and the first thing that caught my attention was the phrase 'Demon Mark'.

"What is a demon mark" I asked looking up at him. Hw frowned, staying silent for a minute before answering.

"It is the mark that identifies you as a warlock. Ragnor's green skin, white hair, and horns arw his demon mark. Same goes for Catarina' blue skin and white hair."

"Are your cat eyes your demon mark?"

He nodded "it's part of it. I also don't have a belly button. My demon mark isn't as bad as the others and can be easily hidden."

"Why hide it when you live with your friends? They all know about it already right," I asked confused.

He nodded. "Yes but it's for my own benefit. Fourty years ago, I found something out about my demon mark that I didn't like."

"What would that be?"

He stayed silent not answering me and after five minutes of silence I got the hint that he wasn't going to answer.

"Fine you don't have to answer. Though, I don't know why you bothered bringing it up if you weren't even going to tell me about it."

I turned the page and read the whole chapter on demon marks. Magnus sat quietly, watching me and answering questions when I asked.

"Does Tessa have a demon mark," I asked, hoping that wouldn't be a taboo question.

Magnus shook his head no. "Tessa is half Nephilim, so she doesn't have a demons mark. The only magic she posseses is the ability to transform into another person. She needs to be holding something of theirs for it to work."

"I bet that came in handy during the war," I thought aloud. Once I realized I said it, I quickly looked at Magnus.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to say that out loud. You don't have to comment on it."

To my surprise, Magnus seemed thoughtful. Like he was actually thinking about giving me an answer to my question.

"It came in handy sometimes. I remember once, she got ahold of the Inquisitors necklace and used it to look like her and trick a brigade of Shadowhunters to stear away from where our hideout was."

At first, I was shocked that Magnus actually revealed something about the war. Then, what he said caught my attention and I was even more shocked.

"Wait a second. Necklace? 'Her'? Are you saying that the Inquisitor at the time was a woman?"

Magnus nodded. "Why do you seem so surprised?"

I glanced away, not knowing what to think about this new information.

"My father told me that there has never been a female Inquisitor before. That is the reason why he is pushing me so hard to get the role, because my sister can't have it."

"Your father is either a liar or he doesn't know about her. The war went on for a thousand years. A lot of Inquisitors came and went throughout that time. I believe she was the only female that took the position and it was most likely because so many men were fighting."

Magnus frowned at himself, seeming shocked that he so easily told me all this. I was shocked too. There's no way I was getting any more out of him now so I changed the subject.

"My father wants me to be an Inquisitor because every Lightwood man has become one. He doesn't think Max will be strong enough to do it so he hopes I will."

"That's what your father wants. What is it you want, Alexander?"

Magnus kept surprising me. I never expected him to ask such a question. No one has ever asked me what I wanted. Not even Jace and Isabelle.

"I... I usee to dream of traveling. Seeing the world. All I have ever known is New York and Idris. I want to see so much more."

Magnus nodded, leaning back on the pillows behind him and looking up at the ceiling. "I traveled the world a thousand years ago. It was still so new and there wasn't much to see. Sometimes I dream of leaving this castle and seeing how it all changed. See how much I changed with it. I was a different man back then."

"Why don't you leave and see the world? What's keeping you here?"

The far off look in Magnus's eyes was saddening. There wae regret and pain in those eyes.

"Let's just say, none of us can leave this castle for any reason. The furthest we can go is the garden."

"Why is that?" I asked frowning.

He just sat in silence, once again not answering. Thinking I should give him a break, I crawled over to his side of the pillows and sat down next to him. Our elbows brushed from how close we were.

I didn't mean to sit so close but he was hogging all the pillows on his side, so I had no choice if I wanted to be comfortable.

Magnus looked surprised and a little dazed by the fact that I was sitting so close to him.

"Tell me about your travels," I said leaning back into what little pillows I did have. Magnus scooted over to give m more room but our arms were still touching.

"What do you want to know about them?"

I shrugged, "where was your favorite place to go?"

"Peru." He said immediately with no hesitation.

"Really? Why Peru?"

He thought for a moment and smiled a true genuine smile. I don't think I've seen him do that before. He was kind of handsome when he smiled.

"I got into a lot of trouble every time I vacationed there. It got to the point where the Peruvian Warlock Committee banned me from ever coming back."

"Would you still be banned if you went back today?" I asked innocently. It must not have veen such an innocent question because Magnus lost his smile and now looked sad.

"There is no longer a Peruvian Warlock committee to keep me out, so I guess I would be able to go if I really wanted."

"Do you want to," I asked softly.

"There are a lot of places I want to go, Alexander. I'm sure you know the feeling."

"I've never been to those places. You have, so you already have a taste of what they are like."

"Not in this day and age I don't," he sighed. We would be seeing it through the same eyes."

"Too bad we are both trapped here forever," I sighed softly, making Magnus glance at me.

"If you think you can guilt me into letting you go, you're wrong. I won't let you leave just because we want the same thing."

"I wasn't trying to trick or guilt you. I was just stating facts."

He stared at me skeptically for a moment before nodding. "Enough about this subject. Ask me another question before I change my mind."

I looked through the book hoping something interesting would pop out at me but nothing did. Instead I closed the book and turned on my side, looking at Magnus.

"What is your favorite color?"

Magnus looked baffled.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I want to know what your favorite color is. My favorite is gray, though Isabelle says that such a dreary color couldn't possibly be my favorite. I think it's a warm color and I like warm colors. What do you like?"

The long pause of silence told me that Magnus didn't know how to answer this question. That or he was just really surprised that I was asking it.

Finally after a few minutes he said, "I've never had a favorite color. I love all of them equally. Though I do perfer brighter colors to darker ones."

"Most people do," I nodded in agreement. "What's your favorite book to read?"

"Why are you asking me all these pointless questions? I thought you wanted to know about Downworlders?"

"I do, but I also want to learn more about you. We are going to be stuck together for a long time, right? Might as well get to know each other."

Magnus stared at me like I was crazy. I ignored his look, leaning back against the pillows and hugging my knees to my chest, looking up at the ceiling.

"The most I have read are Shadowhunter sories and the few Downworlder books I found in the Idris library. My parents never let me read Mundane books when we lived in New York. I always wanted to though."

"I am under the impression that you do everything your parents tell you to do." Magnus guessed, making my face flush.

"I don't do everything they tell me to do."

"Okay then, give me an example of when you ever told them no for any reason. Not counting not wanting to be inquisitor."

I opened my mouth to counter with a whole list of examples but nothing came out. No such situation has ever occurred because I have never defied my parents. Especially my father. Not being Inquisitor is really the only thing I fount him on. That and reading Downworlder books.

"That's what I have always hated about Nephilim parents. They always push their ideals onto their children. Molding them into emotionless drones."

Magnus stood up, brushing invisible dust off his pants and looked up at him frowning. "You never told me what your favorite book is," I said softly.

He walked to the door and opened it, standing in the doorway for a moment. His back was turned to me as he said, "I always loved Shakespeare. Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, stories like those."

With that he walked out of the room leaving me alone sitting in a sea of pillows. Maybe asking all those personal questions wasn't a good idea after all.

'There's nothing wrong with asking someone what their favorite book and color is', I thought to myself before sighing and standing up.

As I walked out of the study, Tessa was walking down the hall and smiled seeing me.

"Good afternoon, Alec. I'm sorry about the way Magnus acted this morning. He can be grumpy when he doesn't have coffee."

"It's okay, he made up for it during lunch... though we didn't eat anything so was it really lunch?"

Tessa looked confused and I just shook my head. "It's nothing, never mind me. Though Tessa, I was hoping I would run into you. Could you come back to my room with me? I have something I would like to talk to you about in private."

"A private matter you say? Well I don't know how much I will be able to help depending on what it is, but I will do my best."

"That's all I ask," I assured her, walking with her back to my room.

When they got there she sat down on my bed, looking around.

"You know, this room is even nicer than mine. I'm surprised Magnus gave it to you. Especially since you are technically a prisoner."

"This room does seem a little too nice to be a prison. Still feels like one though," I mumbled the last part frowning.

Tessa put her hand over mine on the bed. "Who knows, maybe you will come to like it here."

"A prison is a prison wither you like it there or not."

I shook my head, feeling we were getting off topic. "This isn't what I wanted to talk with you about."

"okay then, what do you want to talk about" she asked, he smile sweet like always. This girl seemed too nice for her own good.

"First, you need to promise that this will stay between us. You can't tell Magnus or anyone about it, alright?"

She seemed hesitant to agree but in the end nodded. "I promise, Alec."

I nodded before grabbing the journal out from under the pillow. The moment she saw it, Tessa's eyes flashed of something she recognized.

"I'm going to guess by your reaction that you know what this is," I said watching her closely.

"I do. The real question here is where did you obtain that? Last time I saw it, it was thrown off a bridge in a fit of rage and defeat."

"I found it in Idris's library thinking it was a storybook written in the form of a journal. Now that I know that Warlocks and Downworlders exsist, I can't help think it is real. Especially since you and Will Herondale were mentioned."

Talk of William made Tessa look sad. It made me feel slightly guilty but I wanted answers.

"What is it you want to know about the journal?"

"I want to know who wrote it. Are they still alive today? Do they live in this castle and I just haven't met them?"

My voice was way too eager and Tessa caught on to that. She stared at me in silence for a moment before asking, "Why are you interested in the writer?"

Once again I felt my face flush but I ignored it, holding the journal close to my chest.

"No reason in particular. The man who wrote this journal seems like a nice guy who cared deeply about the Downworlders. He tried so hard to warn them about a possible war but no one would listen to him. I just want to have a chance to talk to him and see if he survived."

Tessa was silent again though her eyes looked like they were contemplating something. I waited in silence for several minutes for her to speak but she didn't.

"You know who he is right, Tessa?"

She nodded, "I do."

"Won't you tell me who he is and if he's still alive? All I know are his initals M.B."

Tessa turned her face away from me, looking down so her brown hair was hiding her face from me.

"The boy who wrote this journal no longer exists. The war killed him."

My shoulders dropped at that. "You're saying he's dead?"

"I'm saying the kind boy you're looking for who protected us and wrote that journal is no longer here. The war took him from us."

Her words confused me. She said 'the war killed him' so that has to mean he's no longer alive right? For some reason, that makes me feel really sad.

"It's a shame. I really wanted to meet him," I sighed putting the book aside.

"Why is that? You thought he would tell you about the war?"

I thought about that for a moment before shaking my head. "Not completely. I guess I was just fascinated by someone who wore his heart so bare on his sleeve. He really cared about his people."

Tessa nodded looking down at the book. "That he did. He was ready to fight to the death for his friends and people. He was the only warlock who would assist in the war."

Once she said that, she put her hand over her mouth and stood up. "I'm sorry, Alec but I'm afraid this conversation has to end. I'm not allowed to talk to you about the war."

This caused me to roll my eyes. "Let me take a wild guess on who gave you that order. Why is Magnus so against me learning about the war?"

"To be honest, Alec, it's not your place to know. Magnus wants the past to stay in the past. You asking him or anyone else for that matter, about the war will just open old wounds. We all suffered after the war and we really just want to forget it all. Do you understand?"

I nodded frowning. "I understand. I won't ask any of you about the war anymore."

She smiled, leaning in and kissing my forehead. "You are a sweet boy Alec. I bet your mother is very proud of you."

"I wouldn't know. My parents don't make it a habit of telling me they're proud."

Tessa smiled sadly, gently running her fingers through my hair before pushing my bangs out of my face.

"Well, if my boy really did get the chance to live out his life, I hope he grew up to be as kind as you. I would be more than proud to have a son like you."

I smiled, feeling warm and fuzzy from her compliment. No one has ever said something that nice to me before.

She stood up walking over to the door smiling. "Remember Alec, no asking anyone about the war. Promise me?"

I nodded "I promise to stop asking about the war."

She nodded before turning away and walking out, shutting the door behind her.

I waited for her to be gone before standing up and grabbing a satchel off a hook on the wall. It was made of leather and was actually really nice.

"I won't ask anyone about the war. I'll just go to the mysterious wing and find out everything myself."

Grabbing the journal, I gently stroked the cover with my finger tips, frowning. "There's a chance you died before finishing this journal. If I want to find out what happened to you, I need to break some rules."

'Magnus will be furious,' a little voice in my head whispered. 'You could get in a lot of trouble.'

I shook my head of those thoughts, putting the journal in the bag and grabbing a match to light the candle sitting on my bedside table.

Why should I care what Magnus will think? It's not like he took my feelings into account when he sent Jace and Isabelle away without giving me the chance to say goodebye. He won't ever find out I was in the wing anyway. It will all be fine.

I looked at the clock on the wall, seeing it was still pretty early in the day. I would have a better chance of sneaking into the wing if I went tonight while everyone is sleeping.

So that's what I did. After dinner I watched as everyone went to their rooms. Magnus offered to walk to me my room and I let him so he wouldn't be suspicious.

We stopped at my bedroom door and he scratched the back of his head, seeming nervous about something.

"What is it," I asked, confused about seeing him act this way.

"I just wanted to apologize for just walking out earlier. You asked me harmless questions but I was difficult and didn't want to answer them. I'm sorry."

To be honest, I was shocked that he was apologizing. Magnus didn't seem like the kind of guy who normally said he was sorry.

"You don't have to apologize. I was nosie and thought I would get to know things about you. It's not a prisoners place to get to know his captor so it was my mistake."

Magnus watched me in silence frowning, and I faked a yawn, wanting to get rid of him so I can start my investigation.

"It's getting late and I had a long day. Think I'm going to turn in early."

Magnus nodded. "Will I be seeing you at breakfast tomorrow?"

I nodded "of course. It is the most important meal of the day after all."

Magnus raised an eyebrow at me in question before turning away and heading down the hall. I watched him until he was out of sight before grabbing the satchel and rushing out of the room.

Sneaking to the forbidden wing was easier than I thought. I expected the area to be dark, (which is why I packed the match and candle) but there were lit torches on each side of the walls as you go up the stairs.

I stopped at the top of the stairs looking around for anyone who might stop me. Once I saw the coast was clear, I turned my attention to the painting hanging on the wall at the top of the stairs.

It was indeed what I first thought it was. A portrait of Shadowhunters overpowering Downworlders in an unfair battle. It was clear that the Downworlders were greatly out numbered.

"The clave always jumps at the chance to gloat about how amazing they were back in the day. Why would they hide this war if they are the ones who came out victorious?"

Deciding to ignore the painting for now, I turn and head down a long hallway. The walls are littered with enlarged old fashioned photographs. One that caught my eye was a picture of Magnus.

He wasn't dressed in the style of clothes he wears now. He wore a victorian style jacket and a silk vest over a white dress shirt. His hair was flat and there was no makeup on his face.

Something seemed different about the Magnus in this picture, more than just his style. The look in his eyes was different. The Magnus I know has eyes that look like they've seen death a thousand times over. This Magnus has light and hope insides his eyes.

Moving on, I walked passed a few more pictures before stopping at another. At first I was shocked because I thought it was a picture of me. It wasn't me though. Tessa and some small children were with him in the picture. If I had to make a guess, I would say that this is Will Herondale.

He looked so happy having one arm around his wife, the other around his son while his daughter sat in Tessa's arms.

Such a happy family, torn apart by war.

'Enough picture gazing' I thought to myself. 'I need to get some information and then get out before I am caught.'

I made my way down the rest of the hallway until I was met with a single wooden door.

"For such a big wing, there is only one room. Thats strange," I mumbled, opening the door and quickly stepping inside.

Candles were lit all over, revealing a normal master bedroom with a large canopy bed and an even larger wardrobe against the wall.

"Someones bedroom?"

This was very confusing. The forbidden wing was just a normal bedroom? How disappointing.

"Guess I should go back to my room. What a waist of time," I groaned, turning toward the door. Before I could make it there though, something bright and colorful caught my eye.

It was a light shining from the bedrooms balcony. Wanting to know what it was, I walked to the balcony and saw a single table with a glass lid sitting on to of it. Floating in that glass was a Witchlight.

It wasn't just any ordinary Witchlight. It shown in rays of rainbow colors. Witchlights weren't supposed to have colors. They are normally just white and only light up when Shadowhunters touch them. How was this happening?

You should go see for yourself. Go touch the Witchlight and see what happens when you do.

My body shivered with uneas. Those words came from inside my head but it felt like someone was whispering it in my ear.

Go look. Don't you want to know why the Witchlight can glow? Touch it and see if it changes.

The voice in my head spoke again and this time I listened to it. I made my way to the table though my body felt like it was moving on it's own.

I felt like I was in a trance as I grabbed the glass lid and took it off the table, setting it on the floor.

From far away, the rainbow colors seemed bright and magical. Closer up, I can see that the colors are dimming and only has half its hue left.

Touch it. Grab hold of it and seal his fate.

Seal his fate? What does that mean?

My hand moved forward, my body moving without any will of my own. My fingers almost brushed the stone, but stopped when I was harshly shoved against a wall.

I hissed in pain before looking over at who shoved me. Magnus quickly grabbed the glass lid on the floor and put it back over the Witchlight, his back tense as it faced me.

I couldn't see his face but I could tell by the way he was standing that he was furious.

"How did you know I was here," was my stupid question.

Magnus turned like a whip, his feirce cat eyes intens with anger.

"This is my bedroom Alexander. Why are you here? I told you that you are never to come here! Don't give me any shit about being lost either! What were you doing?!"

"I... I was looking for information about the war..."

This just seemed to tick him off more.

"Damn it, Alec! Can't you just stay out of it?! It's none of your business and it doesn't involve you!"

"I... I-"

"Worst of all you tried to touch the Witchlight! Why did you do that?! Do you know what you could have done?!"

"Look I'm sorry! I wasn't going to touch it but suddenly this strange voice appeared in my head and my body was moving on it's own! What's so bad about touching a Witchlight anyway?!"

Magnus's anger just seemed to sky rocket the more I spoke.

"If you touched it, it would have turned white! That would have made it resort back to just a normal Witchlight, which would have doomed us all!"

Those words caused me to frown. "What do you mean? I don't understand."

"Of course you don't understand! You are Nephilim! None of you will ever understand or care about hurting Downworlders!"

"That's not true! I care about what happens to you!"

"Liar!" he yelled before throwning a ball of fire at me. I jumped out of the way, once again slamming into the wall.

"Get the hell out of here! If I ever see you messing with the Witchlight again I will kill you!"

Those words rang in my ear and I feared that he would really do it. There was no way I stood a chance against him.

I quickly stood up and ran back in the room, grabbing the sachel I dropped on the floor, and busting out the door.

I sped down the stairs and just kept running until I was at the front door. When I grabbed the door handle, I was surprised to find that the entrance wasn't locked.

"Alec, wait" Simons voice echoed in the entrance hall. I turned around and saw him, along with everyone else, all but Magnus, watching me.

Tessa stepped up frowning. "Please Alec, don't go."

She looked so sad and her voice was pleading. It made me feel guilty but I still shook my head.

"I'm sorry... but I can't be here another minute."

With that I ran outside, letting the huge entrance door slam shut behind me.

Magnus Pov- "What in the hell did you do" Tessa demanded storming into my room.

"If you are asking about Alexander, I didn't do anything wrong. He came in my room after being told multiple times not to and he almost touched Asmodeous's Witchlight."

She gasped putting her hand over her mouth. "If he touched it, he would have turned it back into a normal Witchlight."

I nodded "yes which is why I yelled at him... though i may have gone a little overboard. I threw fire at him."

"Well no wonder he ran from the castle. You scared him half to death."

I looker at her shocked. "He left the castle? He swore he would never leave. Of course Nephilim always lie."

"What sane person would stay after being threatened like that? Magnus don't you understand? He left. He went out in the woods at night without any weapons."

I frowned moving over to my wardrobe and opening the doors. Sure enough, Alec's weapons were sitting there untouched, including his stele.

"He can't go out to the woods at night. Without his weapons, the demons will tare him apart."

"Well there's nothing we can do now" Ragnor said walking in the room with his arms crossed.

"Alec has passed the garden. He's out of the castle grounds now. There's no way any of us can stop him."

I frowned pacing the room before stopping, making a decision. "I'm going to go after him."

Both Tessa and Ragnor looked at me like I was crazy. It was Ragnor however, who said it out loud.

"You are crazy! Absolutely insane! You know you can't leave the castle. The Witchlight has a year left of light. You already found out before that when you leave the castle, the light dims more. If you are gone too long, the light will go out all together and we will all have our souls taken."

"I can't just let Alexander be killed by demons. It's my fault he went out there in the first place. I have to save him."

Ragnor went to object but Tessa put her hand on his shoulder, silencing him.

"You better be quick about it then. Alec could be in danger as we speak."

I nodded and quickly ran out.

When I got outside I hesitated at the edge of the garden. If something were to happen to keep me out here too long, everyone will lose their souls. Do I care about Alexander enough to take that risk?

"It's my fault he's out there. I can't just leave him to die. Screw Asmodeous."

I raced out of the garden, heading deep into the woods where I could already hear the screeching of demons.

Damn Shadowhunters and their ablility to be fast even without runes. I walked around the woods for ten minutes calling for Alec and I still hadn't come across him.

It wasn't until I heard a blood chilling scream did I know which direction he was. I headed toward the scream and sure enough, it belonged to Alec.

He was on the ground, a giant claw mark in his side with blood oozing out of it. The blood was dark, showing that the claws were laced with poison and now so was Alec.

"Oh Alexander, I'm sorry" I sighed getting to his level and scooping him up in my arms. "I'll get you back to the castle and heal you, I promise."

I turned back toward the castle hoping to get back as soon as possible but I was stopped by a whole swarm of demons surrounding us.

"This is a low blow even for you Asmodeous. If you think this is enough to stop me, you are even more stupid than I thought."

There were ten demons holding us up and six of them crawled closer hissing and growling at us. I backed up against a tree, wondering how to use magic while also holding Alec.

This is what that demon wants! He wants me to be held off out here until either the witchlight goes out or Alec dies. I wasn't going to let either of those things happen.

The six demons jumped at us and I quickly dunked, making them all fly over my head.I ran then, going pass the four demons that were left.

The best fighting option would be catching the little shits on fire but I can't waist magic. Who knows how deep the poison has gotten in Alec's blood."

I could hear the screeching of the demons chasing us. It's been forever since I was last in these woods so I was completely turned around.

I was beginning to think we were goners but suddenly, a green light shot in the air like a flare gun. It was Ragnor's magic.

"Hang on Alexander. We are almost there."

He didn't answer me. His body was completely limp in my arms. If it wasn't for his raggid breathing, I would think he was dead.

The garden was in sight and just when I was thinking we were home free, a demon grabbed me by the ankle forcing me to fall and drop Alec.

Alec rolled until he was laying flat in the garden. His body would be safe there. The demons can't pass those wards.

Using a little magic, I caught my hand on fire and grabbed the tentical holding on to my ankel, making the creature shreek and let me go.

Quickly, I got up and ran to the garden. The demons tried to follow but the moment they touched the garden they shreeked and backed away, running back into the bushes.

"For god sakes Magnus, what the hell were you thinking" Raphael yelled running up to me with Simon. Simon looked down at Alec on the ground and froze when he saw all the blood. He didn't have experience resisting blood so the moment he saw it, his fangs were out.

Raphael quickly grabbed him, pulling him into his arms and hiding Simons face in his chest.

"You two go get Catarina and tell her to meet me in my room. I'm going to need all the healing magic I can get."

Raphael nodded, pulling Simon inside and I picked Alec up again. Rushing to my room hoping that it wasn't too late to save him.

A/N: Thank you everyone who voted on what the next malec tales should be. There were so many votes on both FF.N and Wattpad.

The next Malec Tales will be Mulan!

it had the most votes, Aladdin having the seond most votes. I will be doing the Anastasia and Aladdin ones but either one being series 3 isn't set in stone. I may get another story idea and change my mind. we will see when the time comes.