A/n: Okay everyone! I know I have about a bazillion fanfics that aren't finished but this idea seemed to interest me. And plus, I still have to write one part of 'Grab someone, and drink a little more' before I can post the stupid chapter. So yeah.
Anyway, this is going to be an All Human, Alternate Universe fic. So I hope this goes pretty good. And maybe if I'm being super duper nice (and if I have enough inspiration) maybe I will finish this one too! Because I got loads of ideas for this.
So lets get on with the story!
Third Person POV:
The music was blasting through the sleek sound system that was set up in the main area of his house. It was an upbeat song, with a hypnotic sound. The strobe lights were flashing, the drinks were being passed around.
And in all, the party was amazing.
Magnus knew he shouldn't have thrown a party while his parents were out of town. They raised him to be a good kid and get good grades and get into a good college. But he was practically the opposite. He stayed out late pretty much every night, he didn't exactly get good grades, and he was sure he wasn't going to get into a good college.
His parents just thought that he was acting out, because they didn't give him enough attention. But they always had given him too much attention. So that was probably why he was a self centered spoiled rich kid.
Everyone who went to his prestigious private school knew him by name. Well, anyone who was anyone would know who he and his family were. His father was a movie producer and his mother was a screenwriter. They were very well known and very good at what they do.
And Magnus resented it.
Not for the reasons your probably thinking though. Not because he was tired of everyone knowing his name, not because he wanted to live life as a normal teenager (As if! He would never want to be a normal teenager). But for some reason unknown to him, every time they went out of state or just out of the city, he would always get this weird feeling that something terrible was going to happen.
Well, the only terrible thing that did happen one time was when they took away his Maserati for two days because his parents found out that he threw a party while they were gone.
"Hey Magnus! Great party!" A fair girl, who he knew as Juliet said to him. Bringing him out of his thoughts.
"Thanks, nothing but the best you know" He chuckled.
"Of course" She replied and then walked into the crowd of dancing bodies.
He shook his head. All night people had been coming up and complimenting his party. He heard it all before. It was the same old things. He picked up his electric blue drink that tasted like raspberries up, and took a long swig.
As he was putting it back down, he heard the doorbell sound through the entire place. He didn't exactly know how he heard it, because the music was very loud. But he got up from his bar stool and strutted down the stairs and opened the door.
When he saw who was standing at his front door, he felt his heart run cold. There, standing in their all intimidating glory, stood three officers. Who looked at him with a pitying glance.
"Are you Magnus Bane?" One of them asked, in a gruff voice.
"Yes. May I ask why you are here?" Magnus replied politely.
"Would you mind stepping out here for a moment? This is really important" Another one said.
Magnus' heart beat sped up. He didn't know what was going on. But he was pretty scared. The looks on the officers face's didn't help the matter either. But he stepped out onto the over sized porch.
"Magnus? We are so sorry, but-" The final officer started but was cut off by the first one.
"But your parents have been in a terrible accident and they didn't make it" He said in a soft tone.
Magnus felt himself go cold. He felt cold to the bone. He had to grab onto the pole beside him, so he would topple over.
"I think he's going to faint" The second officer commented.
And he was right. Magnus couldn't keep his grip on the pole and fell over, the world becoming dark around him.
Magnus woke up to light in his face.
He sat up quickly and looked around to see that he was in his bedroom. But instead of being by himself, an officer sat in a chair by the door. Magnus arched an eyebrow at him.
"What happened?" He asked, his voice still groggy from sleep.
The officer got an odd expression on his face when Magnus asked him that.
"Do you remember anything that happened last night?" The officer asked.
Magnus sat back on his large, fluffy pillows. He thought hard, through the thick haze that was still around his brain from sleeping, to remember what happened last night.
"I had a party.. didn't I?" He said, after a few minutes.
"Yes.. but do you remember anything else?" The officer prodded.
Magnus' eyes widened and tears started to build up. He remembered everything now. How he had a party because he wanted to, how the officers came to his house to tell him the awful news, how he remember falling.
"They're actually.. dead?" He whispered softly.
The officer nodded. Again, he got that same strange pitying stare. Magnus didn't want pity. He wanted his parents to be alive.
"What am I going to do? Where am I going to go?" He said frantically.
"Well, one family has kindly offered to bring you under their wing" The officer said, awkwardly.
"This happened only yesterday, and I already got a foster family?" Magnus asked, incredulously.
"Well, we didn't want you to be without a stable home. Since your parents aren't here anymore" The officer snapped.
Magnus heaved a big sigh and flopped back down onto his pillows. He covered his face with one.
"When do I leave?" He asked, his voice a little muffled by the pillow.
"Um, later today actually" The officer replied.
Magnus let out a frustrated scream. Last night he was told his parents are dead, and today he was told he was going to be moving in with some family that he didn't know? What a sick and twisted thing.
He sat up and got out of his bed. He glared at the officer.
"I need to get dressed. Get out" He growled.
The officer nodded and walked out of the room. Magnus sighed again and went to his closet. He didn't want to wear any colorful things, so he pulled out a pair of his favorite black skinny jeans, and a black v-neck long sleeved shirt.
He took off the clothes that he wore for the party last night. Trying to avoid the mirrors that were in his room. He knew he probably look liked a total mess. After peeling off the clothes, he threw them in a corner and got dressed in the clean ones he just picked out.
Time to face the inevitable he thought.
He walked over to the mirror that sat on top of his vanity. He want shocked at what he saw. He saw it numerous times. Black smudges of makeup decorated the bottom of his eyes, glitter was everywhere on his face, his red tinted lip gloss was smudged over the bottom half of his face and his once spiky hair was falling a little limp.
So with a sigh, he looked away from the mirror and went to the bathroom to work on the mess that he called, himself.
About an hour later he emerged from the bathroom. He had barely any makeup on, only eyeliner. And his hair fell around his face and shoulders, instead of it being up and spiky.
He walked down the stairs. He saw the police officers from last night seated around the room. They looked up at him as he walked down the spiraling staircase.
"I am going for a walk. I'll be back later" He said to them, curtly.
Before they could say anything, he walked out the door. He walked down the street. He didn't know where he was going but he knew Los Angelas like the back of his hand.
And sadly, the paparazzi liked to follow him and ask him random question about his personal life.
Like right now.
He groaned as he saw the car pull up in front of him. He just wanted them to go away.
"Magnus! How are you taking the death of your parents?" One of them shouted.
"Magnus! Over here, we want a shot of you for Vanity Fair" Another one shouted.
"Why cant you people just leave me alone?" Magnus shouted at them, and ran.
He didn't know where he was going, but all he knew was that he wanted to be away from those awful people. He ran until his legs couldn't take it anymore. And by that, until he ran into someone.
He and whoever he ran into fell to the ground. He opened his eyes and saw blue ones stare back at him. If it were any normal day he would hhave complimented the boys eyes and start to flirt, but today he just wasn't feeling himself.
"Hey, are you okay?" The boy asked.
"Why cant you leave me alone? Do I look okay to you?" Magnus yelled.
He got up and walked away. Leaving the boy behind.
A/n: Okay, I'm not sure if that was a really great ending for this. But I tried. The next chapter should be up sometime later. And guess what!
I actually know where I'm going with this.. which is unusual. I usually write whatever comes to mind and hope that it fits with the rest of the story.
So, did I do any good? Did you like it? Should I continue?
Review?
Chantelle xox