First Malec fanfic! hope it's ok. I am not a ballerina so it is hard to describe the dancing. Everything goes to Cassandra Clare! Congrats on your movie Cassandra! who's seen it yet? is it good?

Alec P.O.V

Alec felt the strange man's gaze on him, he walked faster. He heard footsteps behind him. He turned and saw the same man smoking on the corner of the curb. He shivered and ran down a darkening alleyway. He leant up against the wall and took some deep breaths. This guy was freaky. Alec shook his head to clear his mind of this stranger. He kept on walking.

When he arrived in his small family business caffe, he thundered upstairs to his small room and threw himself on his bed. After a small catnap, he changed into his dance costume and went to the studio. Izzy was already there. Her long hair tied in a large tight bun at the back of her head. Her foot in a perfect straight line, like a javelin. She pulled herself up into a tall swirl. Her pink ballet skirts flying out around her. Then she stopped perfectly. Her leg up in the air, her proud chin pointed up, her arms out for balance. She noticed him and gracefully stood up normally.

"hay ali! your right on time!"

" Izzy, I told you stop calling me ali!"

" aww but it suits you so perfectly!"

" no it doesn't!"

" righto then, go play track 14 and join me over here"

Alec sighed and made his way over to the small black CD player and pressed play. Then he hurried over to Izzy and put one hand on her skinny waist and one in her small hand. The music started and they started to twirl and leap over the worn wooden planks in perfectly practiced moves. But Alec's mind was else where. He was thinking about the tall, sparkly and slightly alarmingly handsome stranger.

Alec's alarm bussed into life at six in the morning. He groaned and clumsily plonked his hand on top of the small, vibrating clock. He was exhausted from the nonstop dancing last night. Izzy worked him to hard. After running a comb and some styling gel through his wavy locks and changing into his work clothes he slowly made his way down the creaky wooden stairs. The streets were always very quiet at this time of morning. He went to the hooks and put on his black work apron. Then went to the glass door and flipped the sign to "Open! come in!". The glass of the door was cool on his hands. He placed his head on the cold door and closed his eyes. He was shortly, rudely awakened by a sharp rapping on the window. Then a slash of soapy water that would have gone all over him if the door had not been there. He looked past the reflection of his ice blue eyes to meet familiar brown ones that were Izzy's. She gave him a stern glare that he only knew to well. It meant " stop daydreaming and get back to work". He reluctantly pushed himself away from the window. Just then the man flittered into his mind, His sleek black hair, the way he shimmered in the sunlight...who was this man and why was he poisoning Alec's mind!?

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