Oh my god this was so shitty...*im editing EVERYTHING* SO NOW ITS BETTER BUT STILL KINDA SHITTY BUT WAYYY BETTER

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It was the day of the fall fashion week opening ceremony.

Alec was running down the streets of lower Manhattan looking for a small, stupid little bar, all because Izzy told him he would be there. She told him to forget about him. She told him about what he did, how he lied and how Alec needed to stay away from him.

But Alec was sure it wasn't true-it couldn't be true. It wasn't true. He wouldn't do that. He wouldn't do that do him. And Alec need to confirm he was right. Everything everyone told him wasn't true. That this was a misunderstanding.

And then he saw it. The tall banner announcing the debut of a fresh new designer. She was young and beautiful but those were his dresses- the leather, the lace all combined harmoniously into one single piece-but that wasn't his face.

Alec started to sway. His mind started to tumble and roll and shift. Magnus was a con artist. He didn't love him. But he had to love him. He held Alec in his arms so many times, he just had to love him. And for a moment-a single wild minute- Alec was afraid he had truly been blinded. Blinded by the man with the yellow-green eyes, until he could only see a world that crafted for him to see.

He dashed down the streets more desperate than before.

Finally Alec was met with the shitty insides of a shitty club. It was rustic and worn, with bare cement walls and rusted steel beams.

The Elsinore, it was called.

Alec shuffled pasted the lace shrouded women and the leather clad men, all of whom cast no more than a quick glance before returning to their haughty exchanges.

After a few moments of awesome frustration, Alec leaned against one of the graffiti covered columns of the over-hyped club. His thoughts was filled with a maelstrom of emotion. It allowed him time to ponder the best and worst of what was to come, which cause Alec's insides to crack with pain and excitement.

Alec found himself irritably gazing into the crowd of people, eyes sliding over every mundane face until finally he settled one extraordinarily beautiful face.

She was wearing a white, diaphanous gown with a bold red belt that cuddled her waist. Her posture was regal, her face angelic. She gazed apathetically into the crowd, nursing her pretentious little glass of pre-maturely served barbotage. Suddenly her eyes met Alec's and Alec blushed as a slow sinister smile curled upon her lips. This was not a look of interest or infatuation. This was a look of pure superiority, and from the farthest reaches of Alec's vision, he understood why.

He remembered her- from her caller i.d. and countless brunches, meetings, and run-ins. From the banner advertising the debut of New York's hottest new designer.

"She's just a client, love. Nothing to worry about. In Fact, she's part of the reason I decided to move to New York."

When Magnus emerged from the throng like a golden Antinous in a sea of hideously pedestrian people, his focus was gaze was fixated solely on the faintly familiar woman.

Alec felt the unexplainable feeling of his heart swelling with joy and crumbling to pieces. Magnus was here. Alec had found him. He was looking at someone else. And now as the woman's gazed shifted from his to Magnus's he planted a kiss on her lips, pulled away, and stared intently into her eyes. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, and suddenly their eyes connected-Alec and Magnus's.

Magnus looked over him and provided a fake smile dripping with arrogance . He looked back at the woman, spoke soft-almost reassuring- words to her and kissed her on her brow.

It seemed like forever and yet in no time at all Magnus was in front of him. He grabbed his wrist without looking at him and lead him into a small, dark, secluded room draped with maroon curtains to provide the subtlest sense of privacy. For a moment Alec just stared.

"Well?" Magnus utter impatiently, lazily sipping his own celebratory champagne cocktail.

Alec spoke quietly,"Izzy said you would be here...she told me about-"

"Did she tell you not to come here?" The way he asked further exemplified his impatience.

"W-Yes, but-"

"Then you should have listened, Darling. Things would be so much easier for the both of us if you hadn't come."

Alec's throat began to close. Softly, " I don't understand."

Magnus smirked. He sized up against Alec, straightening his back from his previous lazy stance and broadening his shoulders. He bore into Alec's eyes and spoke to Alec in the same manner one might have held a dirty tissue between their thumb and forefinger.

" I don't regret what I did, because I did it to you. Whatever Isabelle told you, it's all true. In fact I planted that draft right in her path so she would see it and tell you all about it. Hoping that despite all your naivety, you'd form even the slightest sense of self preservation and stay far, far away from here. This world isn't for everyone Alexander Lightwood. Especially weak, spineless, hopeless fools like you."

Alec could feel the slight tremble of his lips and the warming of his cheeks through hot tears. Alec gazed down at his shoes and continued to blink them away. Despite himself said, "I thought..." but the words died on his tongue , never making it past his lips. Magnus pulled his face into his hands and wiped away the tears, leaving a cool, stinking touch in his wake. His eyes were apathetic.

"You thought what? That I actually loved you? Oh, come on Alec you're smarter than that. People don't fall in love in just a few weeks...or at least reasonable people don't." Despite his soft touch, he voice this to Alec in a cruel, mocking manner and Alec found the strength to secretly thanked god, despite everything, that they were at least alone. Alec didn't know how he would react if the people outside the room-the same people he had worked so hard to impress once before- were able to witness his own heartbreak.

Magnus have a quicked huff of a laugh. "You know, I take back what I said. You should finish your degree, and stay out of this business. At least then mummy and daddy dearest would hold some sort of higher regard to you instead of considering you a lost case as the complete and utter piece of worthless shit that you actually are. Now If you'll excuse me I have an opening ceremony to attend to."

Alec felt the ground beneath him sink. No amount of words could ever describe how Alec felt at that moment in time. Magnus's words sliced through him like a poisoned dagger with the final mention of his parents. After the events that transpire between them these past few weeks Alec found he could no longer speak to his mother for what little comfort and aid he could muster from her. His father would only look at him with more disappointment and failure than before and he had turned away Izzy and Jace after they tried to warn him. He was alone and suddenly he was feeling the weight of it. He felt searing hot tears burn his cheeks like white hot liquid iron. Alec, once again let his focus fall downward. He hugged his jacket closer to him trying to give himself a false sense of protection. "I'm sorry." He said, his voice barely a or not it was because he had caused Magnus some sort of minor inconvenience, Alec wasn't quite sure what he was sorry for. But in any case he truly felt sorry for something. Or maybe he was feeling very distinctly sorry for himself.

"Oh don't be, love. As much as I'd hate to give you any sort of praise," Magnus said leaning in and grazed his lips along Alec's cheek until Alec could feel his hot breath on his neck and the heat of his body. He shifted. Never removing his lips from Alec's skin, he came up behind him and rested his chin on his shoulder- Champagne in one hand and the other on Alec's hip. His breath made Alec shiver with heartbreak and rage.

"You are an exceptional fuck." Magnus smiled against the column of skin beneath his lips.

Alec felt several hot tears fall at once he bit the bottom of his lip to stop it from trembling.

"Oh look, the whore has feelings." Magnus murmured playfully. At last, Alec could no longer take the pain that was continuously being brought down upon him. He pushed himself away from Magnus and angrily yanked the thick curtains out of his way. He once again pushed passed the crowed of materialistic people and out of the over-hyped shit-hole, onto the crowded streets of the Lower East Side, and fled.

Alec made every turn he could make, dashed down every street he faced. Until he came to the revelation that no amount of running would make him any less attached to this man. This monster who cruelly ripped his heart out and fed it to the devil.

The same man who made him feel so loved, and so wanted and made him believe someone finally understood his pains and pleasures. But his love was a mere collection of lovingly deceitful words scribbled, crumpled, and throw into the wind.

Once Alec believed he was far enough away, his pace slowed. His heart was beating quickly, his legs were burning, and he was drenched with sweat and fatigue. He looked for a small sanctuary, a place where he could ease his mind of his pains at least for a moment. Looking around, he realized the streets were unfamiliar to him, as he never really needed to travel past the reaches of Uptown. The late night zephyr provided a cool, gentle touch that kissed an soothed his skin. Though the streets still held people, it was uniquely quiet and peaceful. A calm that Alec surely needed.

He wandered aimlessly, basking in the glory of the night before he found found a small cathedral. The steps were wide and the stain glass windows shimmered with moonlight. He felt a slight pang of joy when he opened its doors to reveal a place empty of people. No one to comfort his sorrow, or put him down further. He hardly felt he deserved either. Magnus had done enough, by his standards, and for someone to waste their time would only make Alec feel guilty.

He searched for a small corner that would allow him sanctuary. Standing brightly before him was a large portrait of the Crucifixion and under it, dozens of tall candles. Before it stood a large and religiously gaudy alter. Alec silently wondered if he should leave some sort of offering and cursed himself for not paying attention in sunday school. He tucked himself behind and inside the church altar and once he fully settled in, he felt his puffy eyes grow heavy and his heart grow steady. He remember his phone, long forgotten in his jacket pocket, and Jem waiting for him back at his apartment. It was too far and too hard to think now. His mind began to drift, and his eyes started to close when Alec heard a startling noise.

The large doors he had walked through earlier had been brutally forced open and several footsteps echoed throughout the church. He prayed whoever was there would simply look around and go about their business. He hugged his knees and tried to breath calmly behind the altar. The footfalls ceased and the church was quiet once again. Suddenly a body-less hand yanked what it could of Alec's jacket-startling him-and a with a forceful jerk, brought Alec out of the altar and onto his feet.

"Looks like we found the little bitch," A large man with short, spiky black hair spat. Next to him stood an older gentleman, equally large. He was short and a bit stout despite his muscular build. He was dressed in an expensive pinstripe suit. His lips were set in a hard line as he looked over a speechless Alec. The man's eyes were hard and focused, but hesitant, as if he was trying to solve a difficult problem with the wrong approach. He opened his mouth to speak, but there was something about the set of his beady eyes that made them seem eerily familiar. Alec never found out what he said because once a heavy, blunt object connected with his head, his ears rang, his eyes saw white, and his mind went blank.

I've change a butt-load of stuff (well...kinda) but know im going over and making this readable.