It was spring on New York City, the blue sky hinted no signs of thick wool-like clouds only long clumped up white threads. The sun shined perfectly on the grass and trees of Central Park. A slight wind made the trees' leaves shake. Flowers of different colors bloomed almost everywhere like dots of rainbow colored paint on a green carpet.

Magnus sat on a long wooden bench, his feet tapping against the grassy ground. Unlike his boyfriend, Alec, Magnus always hated sitting on grass, not only did it stick leaves on his pants; but also, it felt rough and itchy like all those little leaves were smooth, soft, sharp needles.

Usually his green cat-like eyes would look around the beautiful affect of spring, but his eyes only concentrated on the figure in front him, sitting on a meadow-like scene. Magnus smiled in admiration at the sight of Alec.

How the sun seemed to shine on him, and the flowers would bloomed around him. Alec sat on the grass park ground; his back was slightly crouched staring at the flowers around him. His moon pale fingers picked each flower, and twisted two flowers together like braiding hair. He kept adding flowers of different colors, twisting and tying them together, till it formed a circle, a flower crown.

Alec smiled at his flower crown. Magnus always loved that smile. It always showed innocence, and happiness. It even made Magnus smile himself. Magnus stood up from his bench,straightening his long purple jacket, and made his way to Alec.

Longs fingers curled the top of the crown. Alec's palms loosen it's grip around the crown, when those long fingers grabbed it. He felt himself redden when he felt two long legs on his back, and the crown resting on his head. His head looked up, and saw Magnus' smiling face,looking down on Alec,with his long fingers combed over the soft black threads on Alec's head.

"How cute." Magnus whispered referring to Alec with a flower crown on his head. "You look like a pretty little fairy."

Alec blushed, lowering his head, trying to avoid Magnus' gaze. He no longer felt those legs on his back, and the long fingers on his head. He rose his head again, and saw Magnus standing in front him.

"Never thought manly shadowhunters make flower crowns." Magnus smirked at Alec's flushed face, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his leather pants.

Alec looked down in embarrassment. "I made flower crowns, when I was kid. Isabelle and Max would only play with Jace, so..." He paused because he knew, that Magnus knew what he was going to say.

Happiness only came in Magnus. Everything seemed perfect. No sadness. No mistakes. Nothing could possibly go wrong. Oh,but how blind Magnus was. Looking around, Magnus no longer saw the flowers only plain grass.

"Now all the flowers are dead, Magnus."

200 years later...

Mysterious Serial Killer strikes San Francisco?

On Nov. 24, Monday, 2:00pm, San Francisco resident werewolf, Amelia Stone found her sister's body, Emily Stone, laying on the living room of their home. The victim's eyes were gouged out and was strangled to death. No evidence has been found to identify this killer, except for a blue lily laid beside the victim's body. Coincidently, there had been thousands of murders for the last 200 years, where the victims were killed and only left with a blue lily. Could all these murders be caused by one person?

A sound of breaking porcelain came, by long cinnamon colored fingers loosening it's grip around a coffee filled cup. Magnus winced at the red blisters on his fingers covered with the burning brown liquid. The newspaper that fell from his hands was wet and quite sticky.

"How many times have I told you to be more careful?" A voice, cold and annoyed yet worried and warm,said. Rose crossed her long arms and glared at the pieces of porcelain floating on a pool of brown liquid, staining the white cloth of the dining table.

"What did you expect, darling? I like to live dangerous." Magnus answered coolly, only feeling happiness by the sight Rose.

Rose rolled her eyes making the red curls on her head slightly bounce. "Sometimes, I wonder why I became your wife?"

"You should be happy to be with my magnificent self." /

A tired sigh only came from Rose mouth, as red sparks few out of her fingers making the pool of broken porcelain and coffee disappear. "You're off to another party, aren't you?"

"Have you been stalking me?" Magnus dramatically faked his shock, putting a palm on his lips and taking a sharp breath.

Rose stared at him.

Magnus sighed defeated. "Alright, I am going to one."

"The last time you went..." Rose paused, when Magnus stood from his chair and walked closer to her. His palm hit the blue walls beside Rose's face, and stared into her silver eyes.

Then their lips met, Rose widened her eyes from shock, and felt her cheeks red. His lips tasted like coffee and sugar, and the sensation made her feel relaxed. Long fingers played with her red curls, and sharp nails dug in Magnus's back. Tongues fought for dominance, and lips felt soft like pillows. The pleasure and passion overwhelmed her.

"I love you." Magnus whispered against her swollen lips, each of his words showed compassion and love. He could never be angry with Rose; only happiness and relief would come in him because with Rose everything was hopeful.

Unlike Alec...

"I love you too." Rose answered forgetting all her worries.

After 50 shots of whisky, Magnus seriously thought he was hallucinating.

Nicholas's, the high warlock of San Francisco, house wasn't that bad for partying. A good dj playing good songs. A great dance floor, and a great bar with great whisky.

Except for the fact Magnus had too much whisky.

The shining multi-colored lights started blinding his eyes. His tongue felt heavy like iron. The glass in his hands fell from his shaking fingers, shattering into small sharp pieces on the wooden bar table. Magnus thought for a moment that the bartender was scolding him, but his vision blurred.

Long sharp nails clawed on Magnus' shoulders, almost ripping the fabric of his shirt. Magnus turned, and saw those familiar green eyes and long black claws, Nicholas.

"You've been having too much, mate." Nicholas said in his Australian accent, making each sound like he was gritting his teeth.

Magnus tried to lift his tongue and move his lip, but they felt heavy like titanium.

Nicholas gave a sharp laugh; his voice sounded thick. "Mags, you should really get rid of that drinking problem."

"I'm...nuh...drunh..." Magnus force the words out of his mouth; too much that he spat drops of saliva on his friend's face.

Nicholas' face twisted from his usual confident face to a disgusted look. "Mate, I worry for you." He gets a napkin from the bartender, and wiped his face. "Now as much as I want to continue this conversation..."

He gave the napkin back, and stood up from his stool. "...but I spot a handsome lad over there looking at me."

Magnus only gave a snort of disbelief, not bothering to look at this so called 'handsome lad'. "Yeah, right."

"Oh come on, mate. You know I'm not bad-looking." Nicholas protested.

It was true; in fact Nicholas was actually very handsome. Tall, but not as tall as Magnus, and muscular. A radiating smile, and very bright green eyes with hair like cinnamon.

Nicholas could've been a great player, if it weren't for a certain 'incident'.

Magnus snapped his fingers making blue sparks fly. His mind no longer felt dizzy. He was glad; he learned this party before going to a party with delicious whisky. "You do remember the 'incident'?"

"I just broke the Faerie prince's heart, so what?"

Magnus gave him a weird look.

"Alright, maybe it might be a big deal...but have you seen this lad staring at me?"

Magnus turned.

Then everything in him shattered like broken glass. The threads that held his broken heart together loosen. The wounds reopened and he bled the sadness in his heart. Those familiar blue eyes seemed to be piercing through his soul like a painful stab from a dagger so sharp.

The person standing on the other side of the room, almost covered by the dancing crown, with his back leaning on the white walls, with eyes analyzing them was...

"Alexander." Magnus whispered. The word felt so familiar yet unfamiliar.

The guilt choked him like smoke. The last time he saw Alec was 200 years ago, when he left the boy on the abandon subway ground, crying and broken-hearted. The tears kept flowing from his blue eyes, that stain the concrete subway ground. His body was shaking from the pain of a broken heart. That last image of Alec haunted Magnus; it was an old memory that made him live in guilt forever.

Even after he married Rose, which made his guilt even more.

But the image of Alec now, terrified Magnus even more. In the dim darkness of the room, Magnus could practically see Alec's pale skin glowing, it was so white that it looked like it was bleached. Magnus could practically imagine how Alec was isolated crying from the pain, never going out. Those long fingers that used to hold inky black runes, no longer had any black lines only long scars. His hair was cut so careless that one of his eyes were covered by half of his hair, and he was so thin that he was only skin and bones. The sapphires Magnus once loved had dark rings, and he looked so homeless; only a ruined white sweater and stained black pants covered his body.

"Oh, were you thinking that I was looking at the homeless mundane?" Nicholas referred to Alec. "I was talking about that faerie boy, over there?" He pointed at the green colored teen leaning on the post.

"Here you go, you two." The bartender's rough voice said.

Magnus and Nicholas turned again to the bar; spotting a glass on the table. A green stem was wrapped around the glass stem of the glass. It's blue petals floated on the silver liquid, as the bud hang on the rim.

"It's vodka. The mundane there even decorated it with a blue lily." The bartender said referring to Alec.

"Well that homeless mundane certainly has taste." Nicholas commented.

Magnus only winced his nose in disgust. He always hated the smell of vodka; he even hated the drink itself. How could Alec not know this? "It's all yours, Nicholas."

"You sure?" Nicholas said hesitantly yet excitedly. He loved vodka with passion even to the point he thought no one could ever hate it.

"Yes."

"Goody." Nicholas almost jumped.

Magnus turned around to find Alec again. He still saw the boy leaning on and starting at them. Then gold green eyes met blue; Alec raised his chin looking at Magnus one last time. The boy moved to the right and disappeared calmly.

Magnus didn't even think about anything else, and just followed his former lover.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mortal Instruments

Author's note: Hey guys this is going to be the replacement for my other story 'Stupid Old Man' . It's going to be a story with only a few chapters. I'm going to update the second chapter after I'm done making 'Dark Desires', a Soul Eater fanfic oneshot. Hopefully you'll like this story, the 'Stupid Old Man' story didn't feel good enough. Please comment. Thanks for reading :)