Shadow world

"We really should get going" 

"Just a few more minutes" Sam groaned in protest wrapping his arm tighter around Jonathan's waist his legs locking themselves around him as well. He knew they had to get ready for tonight's event but he felt so comfortable and didn't want to break apart. 

"I know I don't want to either" He chuckled lightly. "We will have plenty of time to cuddle and spoon all you want tonight love" He said in a soothing voice that made Sam feel all relaxed and basically obey him. Slowly pulling himself off Jonathan chuckled again kissing Sam;s forehead and rolled off the bed. 

Sam propped himself on one arm his eyes watching Jonathan changed taking in every detail he could of his perfect man. Each muscle on his back bulged and curved as he reached down hiking up his jean over his muscular globe like ass cheeks buttoning the jeans in the, just watching him made his member swell a bit his ass aching for another pounding but time was short. 

Jonathan turned catching the gaze of Sam his face flustered. 

He chuckled thinking how cute it was that he was still able to make him blush, kneeling on the bed he kissed Sam on his sweet lips and smiling

"I will meet you in the square tonight I love you" He said.

"And I love you" Sam replied.

Jonathan kissed him once more before pulling on his shirt and shoes leaving the house. 

Sam stood in the shower letting the hot water pour over his body, he smiled still trying to get through his head that Jonathan asked him to marry him. 

Will you marry me?

Jonathan WhiteCloud! He couldn't believe that he was getting married to the hottest guy in the world and he is moving in with him soon as well! Things were finally falling into place after years of bad luck and misfortune. When they first met he was wondering why someone like Jonathan was talking to him in the first place, they both were the same side of the coin being that they both lost most of their family in the war and both orphans but even still why him? He was nothing special but clearly he saw something in him that Sam could not see.

No matter how much he counted himself out Jonathan was always their to make him feel special and worthy always telling him how beautiful and sweet he was then came the night when he lost his virginity to him, all doubts that he had that Jonathan was going to leave him went out the window and it was the first time he was told I love you. Ever since then Jonathan stayed true and loyal though Sam couldn't help but feel guilty that Charles was left brokenhearted and was left behind for another man.

Taking a deep breath he turned off the water and dried himself then changing into a pair of black jeans a white dress shirt tucked in with a black vest on top. He slipped on Jonathan's ring that enacted as an "Engagement Ring". Putting on his shoes he tied them up, stepping in front of the mirror he ran his hand through his hair getting it to where he wanted it and finally grabbing the dagger and placing it inside his vest.

The sun was already setting the sky by time Sam had arrived in the Angel Square, it was full of life and celebration. Shadowhunters and downworlders(Except Fairies)  alike laughed and ate from the long tables that lined up the south edge of the square. The children running around waving long lasting sparklers in their hands laughing chasing each other around and around. 

Never would past shadowhunter's would believe that this modern generation would befriend downworlders allowing them to celebrate in the city but as times change people change and sometime for the better. 

Sam weaved through the crowd of people making his way towards the Accords Hall, somehow he knew Jonathan was going to be there it was a intuitive feeling that he got when searching for him or the other way around. Climbing up the steps a lone figure stood in the entrance way of the great hall light from inside brightening up the square As he got closer he notice he was wearing a pair of dress pants and black dress shirt that highlighted his eyes and hair, The first few buttons were undone revealing a bit of his muscular pecs that hid underneath Sam's cock squirmed a bit just thinking what else is hidden hundreds wanting to rip his clothes apart like a kid opening gifts on Christmas day. 

"Wow you look fucking great Sam" 

"Haha, I was just going to say the same thing" Stepping forward closing the distance He fixed his collar and smoothed his shirt over his chest. "You look so handsome baby I love you" 

"And I love you baby" Jonathan replies. Cupping the side of his face he leaned down and gently but passionately kissed Sam.

Jonathan's thumb traced his lips smiling down at his flustered boy, even after all theses years he finds it cute that Sam can still blush. 

"Hey I have gotten you something...I had it made earlier this week and forgot to give it to you but here" Pulling a small velvet bag from his pocket he produced two chains on the ends of them were lockets. He opened it and inside was a picture of Jonathan and another one of them both holding each other. 

"Jon...They are so beautiful" 

He smiled. Taking the one that had the picture of him he clasped the chain around Sam's neck the cool metal resting against his chest. 

"What's in the other one?" Sam asked.

"It's the same except with a picture of you, I got these so that way if we are ever apart we we'll always be together no matter what" 

He held out his hand. "Are you ready?" 

"Most definitely" He said taking the offered hand as they walked down the steps towards the square.

The sun was full set, the sky pitch black the lights started to dim as the crowd gathered for the main event of the festival. 

"Well look at you two love birds" The familiar voice says from behind them. A chill running down both their back. Sam began to felt uneasy and uncomfortable wanting to shrink away to nothing, Jonathan sensing this he squeezed his hand reassuring Sam that everything is okay it seemed to calm him as they turned to see Charles Silverlake standing behind them. 

Jonathan wrapped a tight protective arm around Sam pulling him close. "Cute" 

"Hello Charles how are our doing?" Jonathan asks in a flat tone. 

"I am here to enjoy these festivities and also come to say goodbye" He said casually still holding his chilling smile. His eyes flickering between both boys but his eyes lingered a shy Sam more, a hint of danger in his gaze. But Sam saw nothing. 

"You are?" Jonathan tried to restrain himself from feeling Joy but failed due the positive reaction he have off on how he asked. 

Charles upper lip twitched with anger but quickly put himself in check before speaking again. 

"Yes, I decide to take a year and learn the culture and ways of the Rio Institute" He said casually. His eyes flickered down as they narrowed on the family ring that is on Sam's finger. His perplexed face faltered as Charles emotions started to get the better of him. 

Seeing this Sam took the opportunity to push him a bit more. "That sounds wonderful truly, we want to take a year as well to another institute of course after we get married." Sam's confidence and joy surged as he finally knew he won. 

That did it. Charles smile disappeared and it's place was anger, jealousy, defeat. "Oh...well congrats" His voice cracked. 

Jonathan Smiled at his boy, feeling his sense of confidence and power. Damn he fucking loved him. "Yes thank you I am really happy and Charles I really do hope you find someone for yourself. I mean that" He said sincerely. 

Trying to regain some ground Charles stood up straight and held his head high. "Thank you, I hope you both have a wonderful wedding and honeymoon I bid you both farewell" WIth that he turned on his heels and walked away. 

Letting out a deep breath Sam laughed a bit. "I didn't think you needed to drive the nail in deeper by mentioning we are getting married." Jonathan chuckled 

"Come on for years he's been after you to win you back and for the first time I felt like I had relay power over him showing him that I won and that he can't take you away from me" 

"Oh Sam..." He said smiling touching his face. His thumb rubbing back and forth on his cheek. "I love you so much" 

"And I love you" And they kissed.

In the midst of the festival Sam and Jonathan were engaged with several people as word or their engagement quickly spread they were quickly surrounded by congratulations and hugs from everyone. 

"Hey babe I be back I need to use the bathroom" Sam said kissing his cheek and walked off. 

Walking off a ways to the nearest unoccupied bathroom which lead him down the road away  the party quickly taking care of his business he washed up and headed back to the party when all of a sudden he blacked out.

It was so cold. The air nips at his cheeks, the cold wet dew on the grass soaked the side of his body, his eyes fluttered open as they adjusted to the darkness surrounding him. When Sam tried to move, he groaned in pain as his muscles protested and wouldn't move right the back of his head exploded with pain. 

Sam lifted his head slowly touching the back of his head felt a warm wetness looking at his fingertips he saw blood. Sam tried again and stood up leaning up against a tree. 

"I wouldn't get up so fast if I were you" A deep voice called out. 

"Who's there?" Sam called out staring into the darkness of the trees, he saw nothing except blackness for once he wish that moon was out so he could see but it was all black. 

The sound of footsteps could be heard coming closer and closer to him Sam hand rested inside his vest his hand wrapped around the hilt of the dagger he had stashed, the footsteps stopped and a bright light of witch light flashed illuminating the small clearing he was in as his eyes adjusted to the light the cloaked figure set the still lit stone on the ground and removed it;s hood. Sam's eyes widen in recognition. 

"Hello Sammy" Charles smiles.

Jonathan eyes scanned the crowd from above the top of the steps of the Accords Hall. He looked and looked and could not find the face he wanted, worry was creeping in his chest and was slowly being replaced by fear. It had been nearly half an hour since Sam had left for the bathroom and has not returned. Even if Sam had been sidetracked he would have fire messaged Jonathan had something gone wrong. 

"Hey son are you okay?" Inquisitor Lightwood asked.

"Yeah...no...I can't find Sam Blackthorn he'd gone to the bathroom and he's been gone for a while, I just can't shake this feeling that something is wrong" 

"Hey it's okay, we will find him don't worry"

"Charles?" Sam said again. "What are we doing here?" Sam said standing to his feet holding the trunk of the tree for support. 

"I am going to be honest with you Sam at first when we first met I liked you but the moment you walked into our life I didn't realize I was in a battle that I already lost the moment Jonathan laid eyes on you" He went silent for second then looked at Sam his eyes narrowed into slits. "My mistake was not grasping the situation once I realized what was happening he broke up with me and left me for you. For You! A somewhat okay shadowhunter" He roared. 

Sam held firm his hand aching to grab the blade from his vest but it wasn't the right moment yet. 

"Have you ever thought why he left you? Have you ever given any thought what he was feeling in your relationship?" 

Charles faced twisted with disgust. "What are you talking about?"

"He left you because you became to attached and only thought about yourself and your own self interest that he got tired of living your life and not trying to live a life together. It was all about you and never about him except to flaunt him around like a prize. Jonathan is much more than that...he's a wonderful man that you didn't know was around and you lost him. It is your fault not mine!" 

Charles stood there for a moment his eyes looking towards the ground. "That is all a lie' He hissed 

"It's not! I felt bad for how things went but you didn't deserve him" 

"And you do?" 

"I treat him right" 

You meant treated him right" 

"What..." Sam sidestep just barely to miss a dagger that was thrown embedding itself into the trunk with a loud thud. White light exploded off the dagger that was pulled from Sam's vest and charged forward. 

Charles moved grabbing his knife arm using his momentum against him by grabbing his back and shoving his torso against the tree he screamed in pain as his arm was yanked back on the verge of breaking the dagger dropped from his grasp. Charles quickly picking up the blade he arched it down but Sam once again defied him by dodging the fatal strike  quickly striking Charles in the chest with his foot sending him back. Sam cartwheeled over to the trunk where the other dagger was embedded and pulled it free. 

Charles laughed. "I will have to admit you do have some fight" 

Sam's eyes narrowed as he took a defensive stance ignoring the ache in his right arm and the throbbing pain on the back of his head. 

"I have a lot to live for and I will be damn if I don't go down without a fight" 

Charles smiled "So be it" 

Charles lurched forward his fist connecting with Sam's face feeling the bone crack. The hit was enough to send him flying back but Sam quickly recovered rolling backward back onto his feet however, Charles was still on him as Sam dagger came down on him. Sam was still dazed from the punch but was able to keep up with Charles dodging each deadly swing of the dagger. The metal glistening in the witch light, Sam was slowly getting tired he was already exhausted from trying to ignore the pain on the back of his head but he couldn't let his defense down.

Charles raised his arm. Sam quickly took the chance to kick the dagger out of his hands sending it spinning to the grass and bringing down the his own dagger arching it across Charles chest blood soaked his shirt as he staggered back in shock. 

Sam advanced towards Charles , who backed up, Sam slashed the blade down at him but he quickly flipped back missing the strike grabbing a long slender yet sturdy stick. Shit. Sam thought

Remembering back during their time at the academy Charles was excellent with his use of a staff. He remembered how he was able to fend off four guys off at once and knock each and every one of them off their asses. 

Anger was present on his face as he wasn't expecting such a fight but a slim glance of hope sparkle din his eyes as he finally had the advantage. Quickly retrieving the other dagger he quickly crossed the blades above his head catching the first strike of his staff. 

For sometime both Sam and Charles traded blows Sam making use of both daggers blocking each strike, Charles a small grin on his face with a hint of frustration was present as he tried to break Sam's defense. 

Charles made a two his combo the second hit connected with Sam's right wrist feeling the bone crack. He yelled in pain the one of his two daggers fell from his hand. Charles smiled crudely at Sam as he charged forward. Sam did his best to fend him off but it was too late. 

Charles moved at a blinding speed using all his strength to disarm Sam, he hit Sam stomach causing Sam to double over gasping for air. Charles raised his fist and punch Sam once more knocking the drafted boy to the ground. 

Charles let out a sigh of victory and relief as he discarded his staff. Grabbing the back of Sam's shirt he dragged his beaten body back until he was standing against the tree. He felt thick rope winding around and around binding him to the tree trunk. 

Charles walking away a bit he pulled on a claw like glove. "They will think a werewolf did this, first beating you then torturing you then killed you." He said emotionless. 

"Why are you doing this?" Sam cried defeated. Tearing rolled down his face as he knew he was going to die. 

Charles lashed out raking a claw like glove across his chest blood splattering on the ground. Sam roared in pain and anguish, unable to move or run being bind by thick rope to a tree. 

Sam's head leaned over more blood coming out his mouth a faint whimper can be heard. Blood pouring from his chest wound. 

"Please...stop..."He begged. 

Putting a clawed pointed gloved finger under Sam's chin he lifted his head Sam winced a bit but he was growing numb from the lose of blood. Sam lifted his eyes staring directly at Charles.

"You been in my way for far too long and Jonathan will never come back to me as long as you are alive."

"If you think he will come back to you...you are fooling yourself" He said weakly in a last tone of defiance.

He chuckled. "We shall see.I will kill anyone who gets in my way" 

With no other words to be said he he gently pushed Sam's head back against the tree as he raised his clawed hand and swung down. 

Sam closed his eyes. Every happy moment. Every kiss. Every love making. Every piece of joy he had in his life including the better part of his life with Jonathan flashed before his eyes. He no longer felt afraid. He accepted what was but he felt happy knowing that he may not live to marry Jonathan he will see him again in another life. 

"Goodnight my love. My Jonathan" Sam whispered. And he was gone. He did not feel the claws rip out his throat he didn't feel the hot blood racing down his body. He was in no pain. No fear.

Rearing his hand back he plunged his claws back and deep into Sam's chest ripping out his heart. Sam's body slumped against the restraints of the ropes as his lifeless body hung there. 

Charles looked down at him in victory. Pleased. 

Present time...

Jonathan curled on his bed crying remembering the horrific scene of coming to Sam's body. His Sammy was truly gone. His Sam....His Sam...

Charles smiled listening to Jonathan cry outside his door. Walking down the hall he hummed happily. "Don't worry love we will be together soon...just gotta take care of that boy...Parker." He grinned.