Malec stories

My Puppet.

Summary: What happens when there is another warlock? This one rogue and using his magic for evil? What happens when this certain warlock goes to visit Magnus when Alec isn't home?

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Alec's POV:

Jace, Clary, Isabelle and I were all crowded in the library trying to figure out an attack plan. We have gotten word from the Clave that there was a warlock using dark magic in our area, assigning us to deal with them as soon as possible. We didn't know what they looked like or their name, we only knew the last location where they were spotted and that was near Brooklyn. I wanted nothing more than to just go home to protect my family.

"Alec what do you think?" Jace questioned. All three sets of eyes were looking at me expectantly.

"Uh..." I stuttered.

"Come on Alec, Jace is usually the one day dreaming and not paying attention." Izzy pointed out.

"Hey!" Jace complained, crossing his arms along his chest.

"She's right and you know it." Clary told him.

"Name one time." Jace challenged.

"Yesterday." Clary said without skipping a beat, glaring at her boyfriend. Jace didn't say anything, instead he just rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to me.

"Anyway. We need to go out and look for this guy, starting in Brooklyn for any signs." Jace said. That is all I needed to hear as I grabbed my bow and dashed out the door, the others can always catch up.

Magnus' POV:

I walked back through the portal, landing right in my living room from Idris, just dropping off Rafe and Max at their Grandma's house. I threw myself on the couch, exhausted, who knew this whole parenting thing was so tiring. Looking around my loft, the floor was littered with toys, clothes, and even the very so often scrap of food. Even though they drive me crazy though, I loved my family.

Snapping my fingers, everything disappeared, they toys back in the corresponding rooms along with the clothes and food scraps were all cleaned. Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door, raising my eyebrow I wracked my brain trying to figure out who would come here at this hour. With nobody coming to mind, I got off the couch and went to the door, opening it to reveal a guy. He was clad in leather and a smirk was planted on his face, he held his hands behind his back and was about the same height as me. He had dirty blonde hair, that was pointed in every direction and piercing red eyes, when he blinked, his eyelids went sideways instead of down. He was a warlock.

"Magnus Bane?" He questioned.

"Speaking." I told him, holding the door only half open.

"I was told you could help me. Are you the High Warlock in this area?" He asked politely, smiling at the end of his question.

"Why yes I am. Who's asking?" I asked.

"Why I am Ulric. Ulric Long. I am in search of a certain thing that I am positive that you can help me with." He informed me. "May I come in?"

"Of course. We may talk about this in the kitchen." I noted and opened the door the rest of the way and he walked inside, his arm brushing against mine.

"I would be glad to." Ulric said, his grin never leaving as he walked inside. I closed the front door before leading him to the kitchen. "Now I am looking for a certain line of work." He told me. I began to think of things to recommend but I was having a hard time. Like my mind was fighting against me, I began to feel nauseous.