Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, the all belong to Cassandra Clare.
Based on the prompt: "Your cat keeps getting into my house and I don't even know how would you care to explain" AU
A/N: I've wanted to write this for so long, now I've had the motivation to start it. It's in an AU setting, so no Shadowhunter or Warlock stuff.
Something had been following Alec around for the past couple of weeks, every time he left work, every time he picked up his morning coffee, every time he went grocery shopping. It was like having a second shadow-except he didn't know what it was that was following him. He wasn't delusional, he knew something was following him, he knew he wasn't going crazy. He'd even tried to search for this follower he had, by sitting by and trying to be one step ahead of them. Though that just made him look ridiculous and creepy-considering it meant hanging around in the mouth of alley's, doorways and street corners. Alec knew he was sane and was more than determined to find out who was following him around him. For all he knew, it could be some obsessive stalker, murderer or worse. He wasn't going to have that.
It was a cold November night, winter was coming early this year in the city, snow was falling and laying a heavy blanket of white across the rooftops and side walks. Alec pulled the collar of his coat up around his neck, and wrapped his scarf tighter around his neck. He ran his gloved fingers through his unruly ink black hair that was now sprinkled with a dusting of snowflakes, and puffed out a breath of mist. The day had been long a gruelling, his boss had been working him to the bone, not that that was anything new. It was days like this he was grateful that his apartment building was only a short walk away from work, especially when the weather took a turn for the worse like it had. Alec pushed his messenger bag up onto his shoulder more securely, and stuffed his hands deep into his pockets for warmth. The sooner he got home, the better.
Suddenly his thoughts of determination to get home to the warmth was cut short, as he heard the sounds of garbage bins being knocked around in a nearby alleyway, making crashing noises and disturbed the freshly lain snow. Alec was always one to be curious about things, no matter how many times his siblings told he was reckless for that reason alone. He took a few steps forward into the mouth of the alleyway, and for a moment stood stock still at the scene taking place in front of him. There was a small white bundle that would of camouflaged perfectly with the snow-if not for the sharp bright marks of red that spotted against its fur- backed up between two garbage bins cowering away from a larger dog. Alec took a few steps forward when the dog turned, snarling viciously at him, baring its teeth. He still proceeded forward, staring at the dog and never breaking eye-contact. As Alec got closer, the dog began to lower itself to the ground in submission. He was never good with pets, they had had a goldfish once when he and his siblings were little, but it died in the space of a month. Though he remembered his mother telling him to never back down and always stand your ground.
When Alec turned his attention to the small bundle of white fur in the snow, he heard the dog scamper away quickly. He reached out a hand slowly towards the-now he could see was a-kitten. The kitten seemed to be shaking like a leaf as Alec scooped down to gently pick it up. It didn't seem to move much, so he wrapped it up in his scarf, and began to made his way home again. As he walked he noticed little paw prints leading the way he was walking, as well as towards his work. The prints were only a couple of prints behind the markings his boots left; he looked down at the white bundle, smiling.
"So you're the one who has being following me, huh?"
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