AN: hey guys! Here's the prologue for my new non Shadowhunter Alec/Magnus story. In this story Magnus discovers that his promiscuous lifestyle has led to him becoming HIV positive, while Alec is suffering quietly through an abusive relationship. Can they come together or will Magnus' diagnosis keep him from committing to Alec? Will Alec be able to break free of the abuse? This story is rated M and will contain an abusive relationship, strong language, suicidal thoughts and actions, and rape/sexual assault scenes.

I did age the characters up a little bit though (or aged Alec up and Magnus way down). Magnus is 28 and Alec is 23. I listened to Demons by Imagine Dragons while I wrote this. I hope you all enjoy and reviews make my day.

Magnus POV:

Tick tick tick. The clock on the wall annoyingly keeps ticking above me. Every second makes me more nervous. What is taking him so long?

The needle puncture hole on my arm is itching and I grip the table to keep myself from scratching it. I've been feeling so weird lately. I've been tired, feverish, and I've felt pain damn near everywhere. I need to get some meds and I'll be partying by tonight, I'm sure.

My phone dings and I pull it out. It's a text from Camille.

Where u at?

My fingers fly across the screen, keeping an eye on the door. I'm really not supposed to have my phone on in here.

At doctors. Will be home soon.

Her reply is swift.

We going to a club tonight or staying home?

My lips immediately curl up into a smile. That's pretty much all we do when we're not working. We either go dancing and find some people for a quick fuck later or stay in and pretty much... well, sleep with each other. Camille may be my ex, but damn is she good in my bed. And on the floor. And on the couch. And there was that one time on the dining room table... I still have trouble eating at the table now.

My fingertips tap against my knee slowly. It's been awhile since Camille and I spent a night caught up in each other. She usually prefers to go out, and while I definitely enjoy other men and women pleasuring me, there's nothing better than sliding home into her burning hot body.

I grip my knee and close my eyes as my cock hardens just at the thought of spending the night with Camille. Yep, that answers my question. We can go out tomorrow, tonight I'm spending with her.

I type back my response quickly and put my phone back in my pocket. I really wish Camille and I were compatible in a relationship but we're just not. I wanted a monogamous relationship and she couldn't handle that. So even though it hurt to leave her I did. And now we just have meaningless sex, which is surprisingly fine with me.

I get another text just as the door opens. Finally! I can get out of here. "What's wrong with me doc? I don't have the flu, do I?"

The doctor sits down on a stool and slides over to me. His face is still buried in my file and I can't help but start to get a little bit concerned. He would have just said 'oh, it's just a cold' or 'Mr. Bane, you have the flu' if it wasn't something bad.

He finally looks up at me and his green eyes meet mine. They're sad and I grip the table tightly. I'm not dying, am I?

He clears his throat, "Mr. Bane, I've triple checked your blood results. Your family has been coming here for years and I wanted to do the tests thoroughly. Magnus, I-"

He cuts off and looks back down at the test results. My lips quiver slightly but I firm them. I can handle this, and I will recover. "Doc, just tell me."

He finally looks back up at me and all I can hear coming out of his lips are the words 'HIV positive'. I can see him, I can hear him listing statistics and medications and that they caught it early so that's just great. But I ignore him, and stare down at my fingers, still clutching the table. Holding on to something is all I can do.

The doctor keeps rattling on and my phone beeps again. He finally stops talking and he rests a hand on my shoulder. "Do you want a few moments alone before we start talking about what we need to do?"

My head jerks up and down and his hand squeezes my shoulder before he walks out of the room. I pull my phone out of my pocket and I turn the screen on. There's a picture message from Camille and I know that I shouldn't open it, but I do. She's sent me a picture of her in only her bra and panties. I run my fingers over her face on the screen before deleting the picture.

I'm going to be alone. I'm going to be alone, forever.