Saved By Our Love (Sequal to TBOL) Discontinued

Chapter 6

Magnus's P.O.V

When I woke up, I was in a darkroom. It reeked of urine and metal. It was too dark to see anything, even my own hands in front of my face. My head started to ache as I struggled to adjust to the lighting, so I gave up. I heard nothing besides the faint dripping of water. Other than that, it was silent.

"Hello?" I asked aloud, and waited for a response. I shouldn't have been as shocked as I was when I didn't get one. I slowly raised myself onto my feet and walked with my hands in front of me. My hand grasped onto a cold metal bar just as I stumbled forward. I moved my hand to both sides, and noticed that there were more bars there. I was in a cage.

I closed y eyes, hoping it would help me locate the source of the dripping water. My only hope at the moment was that it would lead me to a way to get out, though it was highly unlikely. Alexander must have been worried about me. Or was he here too? My heart clenched at the thought. How had I even gotten here?

Memories swirled in my head in a blur. Dinner with Alexander. Our fight. What else? He had been mad. We got home. I remember... someone had been in the house. I went to lock the door and someone had come up behind me. Who? I squeezed my eyes shut tighter. I needed to remember. I remembered the feeling of being forced against the wall. I could almost smell the rot I had smelt that night. The repulsion I had felt when a pair of rough lips had crashed against my own.

Then nothing. A growl ripped out of my throat and I dropped to my knees. Deep breaths. I needed to get out. I brought my hand near my face, willing the familiar blue flames to build on my hand. A flicker. Then darkness. I huffed and tried again. Another flash, enough to see the cement floor I was crouched on, then nothing. I stood up and tried again, trying to use what I had to get out. I repeated the flashes of light and used it to observe my surroundings. Bars around three edges, and a stone wall to finish it off.

I slowly walked over to the stone wall. Another flash. This time, long enough for me to see a wet drop roll down the wall. Then another, and I looked up to see a small hole in the wall, barely big enough for me to fit my smallest finger into. I resisted the urge to scream as I sat down. I needed to find out. I leaned my head against the wall behind me and sighed, raking my brain for any idea how to get out. With my weakening magic, I could only assume there was a spell on my confinement. It wouldn't be long before I had no power at all. And I doubted I had enough to alert someone, anyone of my position.

But who could I tell, anyways? My stomach growled, and I sighed. There was little chance that I would be getting fed. Luckily if I got thirsty I had the little bit of water I had been so very kindly supplied. I drummed my lengthy fingers on my knee, losing myself in thought. No imprisonment was perfect. There was always a way out. I just had to find it.

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Alec's P.O.V

The television in the living area was bright enough to light up even the kitchen. I sat on the couch and watched it, silent, waiting for Magnus to return. I knew he had to be home soon. He had most likely just gone out for a walk. Yet for some reason, I still had the feeling something was wrong. We had been fighting, and he had probably just wanted to clear his head. That was understandable. I respected that. Anything was better than arguing with him. I just wished he would come home.

As I drifted off to sleep, a thought occurred to me. More of an image. Magnus, sitting on a stone floor. My heart rate picked up and I sat up quickly. The image of his bloodied face again flashing through my mind. Then another image. His bloodshot eyes tearful and wide. Bruises and cuts across his face. I closed my eyes pleading silently for them to stop, but more and more filed into my head. Magnus laying on the same floor in a pool of blood. Magnus chained to the wall and unconscious. But the worst, the worst of all, was what I could hear.

My boyfriends screams rang in my ears. His voice cracked as he pleaded for help. My heart shattered as he called my name. Tears now formed in my own eyes. More images, more screams. More pleading. They wouldn't stop. My entire body shook as I knotted my fingers into my hair. He cried out my name. Over and over again. He was begging for help. I couldn't do anything.

I saw myself then. I was standing outside the cage, looking in. A faint smile formed on my lips. But no, it wasn't just because I could see Magnus. That wasn't my smile at all. It was cruel and twisted. A look glimmered in my own eyes that made me shutter with repulsion. I tried to pry my eyes open. but my focus moved to my blood stained hands. They reached forward and slipped through the bars of the cage, lightly tracing Magnus's pale cheek. I wanted to scream for him- me to stop. But I couldn't. I couldn't make a sound. My head turned and looked right through me. A whimper left my throat.

"He knows it isn't you, Alexander." It echoed in my head. "He knows that all too well. But how will he look at you now without remembering this?" His smile grew, and my heart broke. This couldn't be real. That was far from possible. Magnus would be home soon. I knew he would be.

Finally, I opened my eyes. Chairman had crawled onto the couch and laid on my stomach. I looked around. The tv was still on. I must have had a nightmare. Magnus was okay. I settled back down and hesitated before closing my eyes. No images came this time. But I still had an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

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Magnus's P.O.V

Footsteps neared me and I forced my eyes open. A light in the middle of my cell flickered on , and I grimaced. I scanned the room for the first real time. There was a small cot in the corner, something I must have missed. And a small rectangular window on the ceiling where I could faintly see the starry sky.

Someone cleared their throat, and my head snapped and their direction. Alec stood outside the bars and a wide smile spread on my face as I stood up, quickly moving towards him. "Alexander, thank the heavens that you are alright. How did you get out? Are you okay?" I asked quickly, my eyes scanning him for injury. But, luckily, he appeared fine. My heart swelled with satisfaction.

"Don't get too happy, Magnus." He said, and I frowned. The way he spoke just wasn't like him. I couldn't really explain it. Everything innocent, quiet, yet bold that was just so Alexander wasn't there. As if reading my thoughts, the boy smiled. It was dark and menacing. Evil. "Ah, so you aren't as dumb as I had thought." His light blue eyes pierced into me with pure hatred. "My name, if you must know, is Titus." The way he spoke showed utter superiority, as if he were better than me. I hated it, but I knew he had the upper hand at the moment. "I was paid to teach you a lesson, though I would have done it anyway. You see, I am a warlock from Brooklyn as well." He spoke casually, pacing outside the cage. "Powerful, if I do say so myself. But yet, someone else got the position as High Warlock." His gave turned back to me and he growled. "I should have been in your place! I should have gotten the attention!" He yelled, his calm façade deteriorating.

He took a few moments to calm down and I stared at him. I hadn't known of a warlock by the name Titus. I never had. And who was paying him to do this? But that wasn't the question I cared the most about. "Where is Alexander?" I asked fiercely. I didn't like the way he smiled in response. "He is alright." He said, and I relaxed. "For now." He added slowly.

I lurched forward and tried to reach him through the bars, ignoring the burning sensation I got where I was pressed against the bars. He grabbed my arm and yanked, making it burn more. He smiled ruefully. As he let go, he spoke proudly. "Last night while you were asleep I applied runes and spells that repel demons like us." I rolled my eyes and huffed at his precautions. It was as if I could have gotten out if I tried.

Before I said anything more, he turned and left the room, flicking the lights off as he did so. And he left be staring after him. What was he up to, and what was I in for? I didn't want anything more than to be home with Alexander at this moment.