Mortal Instruments: One-Shots and Shorts

Hunting for Warlocks

A/N

alternate universe where Shadowhunters and  Downworlders are enemies, I don't really know what happened, I just wrote angst because I don't know what happy endings are

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"They should be coming any minute now." Jace muttered quietly under his breath. He was crouched low, hiding behind a dumpster on the opposite side of the alley than Alec.

The two brothers had been given an assignment of ambushing and capturing a group of warlocks for interrogation by the Clave. The mission was based upon an anonymous tip that a group of warlocks would be passing through the city on their way to a secret, underground gathering of Downworlders in New York. The importance of intercepting these warlocks to learn the location of the meeting had been drilled into the parabati for days.

The glass clink of a bottle being kicked on the street caused the Shadowhunters to stiffen. Jace traced the stitching on the hilt of his dagger as Alec fingered the worn grip on his bow gingerly, each prepared to lunge into action.

Alec twitched as he heard hushed voices and hurried footsteps approaching quickly. He raised his hand to signal Jace and Jace pivoted against the dumpster he was leaning against, and slowly unsheathed his weapon in preparation for the attack.

Alec held his breath as three figures swept passed him. The three cloaked men unknowingly walked straight into the trap awaiting them and as they passed Alec and Jace completely, the Shadowhunters leapt from the shadows with their weapons drawn.

The leading warlock who had been walking in front pushed the other two behind him, guarding his companions from the attacking shadow hunters. Jace and Alec converged side by side, weapons drawn, to face the warlocks.

"Run!" The warlock shouted, "I'll hold them off!" His two companions turned and fled, melting into the shadows as seamlessly as sharks cutting through night water.

Jace cursed and sheathed his blade. "Can you handle this one?" He asked Alec.

"Yeah, yeah of course." Alec replied, raising his bow. "Stay safe." Jace grinned and knocked Alec's shoulder affectionately. "You know I love a chase." With a smirk, the blonde turned and raced off to intercept the fleeing warlocks.

"What's your boyfriends name?" The warlock asked, interrupting Alec's concerned gaze watching Jace go.

Alec whipped around, scowling, but his face flushed against his will. "Jace is my parabati." He growled. He attempted to make eye contact but the dark shadows combined with the warlocks heavy cloak and hood made it impossible for him to see the warlock's face.

"Touchy, touchy." The warlock teased, slowly rolling up his sleeves. His forearms were littered with markings, like intricate blue ivy growing up his limbs. Alec's curiosity rushed forward and he couldn't stop him self from asking, "Are those runes?" He blurted out, blushing instantly and biting his tongue.

The warlock stilled, before cocking his head to the side curiously. "Not the runes that are known to the Nephilim. I figured that is was too easy for spell books to be stolen so-", the warlock fluidly traced a series of sloping lines on his right wrist and upon completion, his right hand burst into flame. After a few seconds, he closed his fist and the fire died.

Alec's mouth practically dropped. "Those are all spells? Written in your skin?" The warlock nodded and he began to reach up towards his hood. Alec hurriedly took a step back and raised his bow, warily. "Easy, luv." The warlock tsk-ed and Alec bristled at the affectionate term. "I might as well introduce myself- my name is Magnus Bane." With that, he pulled his dark hood off and Alec's heart stuttered.