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Alec's POV

I apologize in advance.

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It was dark. So dark. Eastern Vampires and Southern Zombies were reaching for my ankles, ripping, tearing the fabric, dying to mutilate my skin. But I didn't want to be one of them, I wanted, needed, to stay a Shadowhunter, stay alive. Not just for me, but for Max, for Jace and Izzy.

They continued their frightful attempt at pulling me down through the ground. My legs started to sink, the ceiling moving farther and farther away as my knees, hips, waist drowned to the depths. Only my head protruded from the floor when nails (no doubt a vampire's) tore through my jeans and into my skin. It made a horrible scraping noise, echoing inside my mind.

But I couldn't die; I needed to be there for everyone… For Magnus. So I fought, wriggling and writhing out of their grasps. But it was no use. None at all. So I was just going to waste away, alone and afraid. One last yank pulled me straight through the ground… And out of my dream.

I was drenched in a cold sweat, my breathing forced and my heartbeat rapid. I staggered to my feet and froze as the scraping sound continued, even in my consciousness.

"Alec?"

I actually took time to acknowledge my surroundings: I was in Magnus' flat, and the sound was his key unlocking the deadbolt… Of course.

I had arrived at Magnus' home to see him, but he wasn't in. After entering at my own will (for I had a key) I discovered a note hung quickly on the opposite side of the door.

Alec,
I am working with a client but will be back shortly. Try not to break anything. (;
With Love,
Magnus

His familiar scrawling letters were lovely to just stare at. Unfortunately, it caused me to have to re-read the message three times before I processed the actual meaning. By waiting for him, I flopped onto his large pink couch and almost instantly fell asleep.

"Hey," I replied, flipping my bangs out of my eyes and stretching. I was trying very hard to act casual. Maybe a little too hard, since Magnus gave me a slightly bewildered look before turning away to toss his black Military Jacket on a nearby ottoman.

I could have given him the same look. He seemed very… tired. Maybe it was his recent task? A walk home? Even his posture was worn, dull. I never thought the day would come when a word to describe Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, would be dull. He loped straight past me and into the kitchen area. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. What was wrong?

"Um, how was-"

"I have to go."

My mouth hung open for a second longer than necessary before I snapped it shut and took a hesitant step closer to Magnus. His hands were firmly gripping the counter in angst, his shoulder blades almost touching and his head hanging low.

"Weren't you just out?" I questioned, not liking the tone of his voice. Strained, weary.

Slowly, very slowly, he turned toward me and smiled. It was completely and utterly fake. Even his eyes held signs of remorse, the kind that only men who had seen everything could hold.

"I love you, Alec."

Now I was scared. Sure he could declare his love for me at any point in time, and I him. But his actions and expressions were just not adding up. What the hell happened? What wasn't he telling me? He had to go. Go where? Why?

I took a shaky step toward my boyfriend. "Magnus, please tell me what's wrong," I pleaded, tilting my head sideways and locking eyes with him through my lashes.

His features changed so suddenly, so drastically, I blinked in chilly astonishment. His face… was entirely blank. He seemed exhausted, not physically, but mentally.

Slowly, silently, he closed the distance between us and hugged me, just hugged me. I circled my arms around his waist as his curled around my neck, resting on my shoulders.

"Magnus-"

"I have to die, Alec." He muttered simply. There was a short silence.

"No, no you don't! You're immortal, you don't-don't just die," I stuttered helplessly. I knew something like this was coming, but that didn't mean I had to accept it.

"But I do, Alexander. You know that." Magnus took one arm away from me to hold my chin upward. My eyes stung.

I ripped myself away from him and spun around, slamming my hands on his kitchen table with heavy strength. A glass flew off and shattered when it impacted the ground. Tears formed at the corners of my eyes now, and my voice cracked when I said "You can't leave me Magnus, I'm supposed to die first! I-"love you! I wanted to finish, but stopped for fear of breaking down even further.

Magnus didn't say anything.

Maybe… Maybe this was just another dream. Of course, it only made sense. Magnus dying? That was definitely unrealistic. And his behavior, only in a dream could I conjure such dullness out of him. My eyes dried quickly at my sudden epiphany. The only question, when would I wake up?

I turned around to tell this Dream Magnus what I had learned. I pile of ash took his place. Although this was a dream, it still hurt to see him gone, and so suddenly. I knelt down next to Ma-the ashes, and knew the dream was coming to an end. Even though Magnus wasn't a Shadowhunter, I felt compelled to whisper "Ave Atque Vale, Magnus," into the empty room. I sniffed, but no tears reached my eyes. After all, it was only a dream.

I pressed my hands to the ground to stand, to wake up any moment, when my hand began to sting. I turned my wrist to stare at the blood welling in the center of my palm. I had cut it on the broken glass. And it hurt.

And I hurt, deeply; because you couldn't feel pain in a dream. Which meant, this was most certainly not a dream.

Magnus was dead.

And the tears poured endlessly.

Description
Alec's POV

I apologize in advance.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was dark. So dark. Eastern Vampires and Southern Zombies were reaching for my ankles, ripping, tearing the fabric, dying to mutilate my skin. But I didn't want to be one of them, I wanted, needed, to stay a Shadowhunter, stay alive. Not just for me, but for Max, for Jace and Izzy.

They continued their frightful attempt at pulling me down through the ground. My legs started to sink, the ceiling moving farther and farther away as my knees, hips, waist drowned to the depths. Only my head protruded from the floor when nails (no doubt a vampire's) tore through my jeans and into my skin. It made a horrible scraping noise, echoing inside my mind.

But I couldn't die; I needed to be there for everyone… For Magnus. So I fought, wriggling and writhing out of their grasps. But it was no use. None at all. So I was just going to waste away, alone and afraid. One last yank pulled me straight through the ground… And out of my dream.

I was drenched in a cold sweat, my breathing forced and my heartbeat rapid. I staggered to my feet and froze as the scraping sound continued, even in my consciousness.

"Alec?"

I actually took time to acknowledge my surroundings: I was in Magnus' flat, and the sound was his key unlocking the deadbolt… Of course.

I had arrived at Magnus' home to see him, but he wasn't in. After entering at my own will (for I had a key) I discovered a note hung quickly on the opposite side of the door.

Alec,
I am working with a client but will be back shortly. Try not to break anything. (;
With Love,
Magnus

His familiar scrawling letters were lovely to just stare at. Unfortunately, it caused me to have to re-read the message three times before I processed the actual meaning. By waiting for him, I flopped onto his large pink couch and almost instantly fell asleep.

"Hey," I replied, flipping my bangs out of my eyes and stretching. I was trying very hard to act casual. Maybe a little too hard, since Magnus gave me a slightly bewildered look before turning away to toss his black Military Jacket on a nearby ottoman.

I could have given him the same look. He seemed very… tired. Maybe it was his recent task? A walk home? Even his posture was worn, dull. I never thought the day would come when a word to describe Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, would be dull. He loped straight past me and into the kitchen area. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. What was wrong?

"Um, how was-"

"I have to go."

My mouth hung open for a second longer than necessary before I snapped it shut and took a hesitant step closer to Magnus. His hands were firmly gripping the counter in angst, his shoulder blades almost touching and his head hanging low.

"Weren't you just out?" I questioned, not liking the tone of his voice. Strained, weary.

Slowly, very slowly, he turned toward me and smiled. It was completely and utterly fake. Even his eyes held signs of remorse, the kind that only men who had seen everything could hold.

"I love you, Alec."

Now I was scared. Sure he could declare his love for me at any point in time, and I him. But his actions and expressions were just not adding up. What the hell happened? What wasn't he telling me? He had to go. Go where? Why?

I took a shaky step toward my boyfriend. "Magnus, please tell me what's wrong," I pleaded, tilting my head sideways and locking eyes with him through my lashes.

His features changed so suddenly, so drastically, I blinked in chilly astonishment. His face… was entirely blank. He seemed exhausted, not physically, but mentally.

Slowly, silently, he closed the distance between us and hugged me, just hugged me. I circled my arms around his waist as his curled around my neck, resting on my shoulders.

"Magnus-"

"I have to die, Alec." He muttered simply. There was a short silence.

"No, no you don't! You're immortal, you don't-don't just die," I stuttered helplessly. I knew something like this was coming, but that didn't mean I had to accept it.

"But I do, Alexander. You know that." Magnus took one arm away from me to hold my chin upward. My eyes stung.

I ripped myself away from him and spun around, slamming my hands on his kitchen table with heavy strength. A glass flew off and shattered when it impacted the ground. Tears formed at the corners of my eyes now, and my voice cracked when I said "You can't leave me Magnus, I'm supposed to die first! I-"love you! I wanted to finish, but stopped for fear of breaking down even further.

Magnus didn't say anything.

Maybe… Maybe this was just another dream. Of course, it only made sense. Magnus dying? That was definitely unrealistic. And his behavior, only in a dream could I conjure such dullness out of him. My eyes dried quickly at my sudden epiphany. The only question, when would I wake up?

I turned around to tell this Dream Magnus what I had learned. I pile of ash took his place. Although this was a dream, it still hurt to see him gone, and so suddenly. I knelt down next to Ma-the ashes, and knew the dream was coming to an end. Even though Magnus wasn't a Shadowhunter, I felt compelled to whisper "Ave Atque Vale, Magnus," into the empty room. I sniffed, but no tears reached my eyes. After all, it was only a dream.

I pressed my hands to the ground to stand, to wake up any moment, when my hand began to sting. I turned my wrist to stare at the blood welling in the center of my palm. I had cut it on the broken glass. And it hurt.

And I hurt, deeply; because you couldn't feel pain in a dream. Which meant, this was most certainly not a dream.

Magnus was dead.

And the tears poured endlessly.