Absolutely (story of a girl)

Your cloths nerve wear as well the next day,

and your hair never falls in quite the same way,

you never seem to run out of things to say.

This is the story of a girl...

Magnus Bane watched the young female warlock as she dashed back and forth around his loft, she was cleaning again. His mind flashed to the last person who had compulsively straightened up his house... Jace. The only reason he had put up with it then had been because Jace was Alec's adopted brother and best friend. His eyes moved to the closed door where his beloved now slept.

Alec was Magnu's one true weakness, he found it hard to deny that man anything...as proved by the young girl now scrubbing the floors on her hands in knees. He had to grudgingly admit that she was a beautiful young woman. She was as pale as any vampire, tall and slender, with the perfect pert breast and just a little curve to her hip. She still had the slightly rounded cheeks and too big eyes of the child she had been... would always be.

"Are you going to be cleaning like that all day?" Magnus inquired, managing to put the the right amount of amusement in his voice to get her to look up. He was rewarded with the shocked stair of her stunningly purple eyes. She hadn't even known that he was watching her.

"I'm s..sorry?" she tossed her head, trying to flip a pink curl out of her face. She had amazing hair, Magnus envied her that. A million curls spilled down her back and into her eyes, forming a rainbow of perfect ringlets and she hadn't done so much as brush the silken mass.

"It is terribly boring, sitting here watching you clean my home. You do know, I believe Alec might be offended that you don't think he cleans well enough." Magnus was inspecting his fingernails, witch were painted with three coats of sparkling nail polish.

The girls face paled even more, something Magnus had not though possible, and she began to stammer. "I...that is I didn't... I don't mean..." she was blinking rapidity, twisting her slim fingers together in her lap in nervous frustration.

"never mind that." Magnus waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, the scrub brush and bucket of hot soapy water disappeared, leaving a few stray bubbles to glide across the now clean floor. "we have a few hours before my sweet awakens and I do not wish to spend my time sitting about whilst you bloody your pretty little hands or give yourself a permanent hunch."

she was shaking now, her petite frame racked by the shudders. All her nervous shivering reminded Magnus of one of those little ankle biter dogs that were so popular, a chiuahua. "w...what are you going to do?" he voice shook just as much as her body. Damn! The woman actually believed he was going to do something dreadfully horrible to her.

Magnus sucked in a deep calming breath before answering. "considering the man I love is in the other room and would be displeased to wake hearing your screams and finding me raping you...not that." he tried to make his tone flippant, but he was insulted at the way she shrank away at the word rape.

"s...s...sex isn't the only thing Warlocks w...w...want." she stuttered out. Magnus opened his mind, sending his inner eyes out to her. She was wearing multiple layers of long sleeve shirts, more than one pair of pants, and under it all... a leotard. The one piece kind dancers wore. She thought that if it took a man long enough to get her cloths off he might lose interest.

"Being a warlock yourself you would know." he gave her a nod of his head. Flecks of glitter shined in his hair as the light hit it. Magnus loved glitter, and sparkles. He made it a point to be as shiny and beautiful as he could whenever possible. He always wanted to look his best, not just because he only wanted Alec to see him when he was at his best, but because it made him feel good. Magnus wondered idly how long it had been since this little warlock had felt anything but fear and shame.

"i don't know anything." she denied, he voice a little stronger. The sad part was she wasn't lieing. No one had taught her how to control her magic, or even explained how it was she had gotten it. It had been the same for him. His mother had hung herself, he'd burned his step father to ash while the man had been trying to drown him.

Magnus felt a stab of pity for the girl. She was still just a child, yet she had been put through hell in the name of something she couldn't hope to understand. "we're gonna change that." his voice was soft now. As a rule, Magnus was normally playful and happy, but there were times that called for all seriousness. He rose from the chaise lounge where he had been sprawled and moved to stand in front of her.

Holding out one of his hands, with it's long finger covered in jewel incrusted rings, and smiled down at her. "we are going to change that right now."

Aubrey didn't know how It happened. She had been doing her nervous thing, cleaning until the skin on her hands cracked and bled and her back ached. Scrubbing until all her strength was gone and she collapsed into a heap, finally tired enough to sleep. The next thing she knew she was sliding her hand into the strong capable hand of Magnus Bane, high warlock of Brooklyn.

She had spent her whole life trying to hide what she was. Her powers had apparently began to show at an unusually young age. As a baby in her crib she would shoot up puffs of sparkling purple smoke, sending the mobile spinning, entertaining herself. No one wanted to hold the baby with the rainbow hair. No one wanted to talk to the girl who babbled in tongs they didn't have a prayer of understanding.

The men had come for her when she was ten, when her mother's fear of her own daughter had become too much to bare. She could no longer bring herself to look at the child she had bore without a cold thread of fear running up her back causing her to shiver. Aubrey wasn't sure where her mother had met the men, or what the deal had been but when they strode into her house with long purposeful strides, she had thought... that is how I'm supposed to look, cool, calm confident.

Aubrey had been excited to see them, they were different, like her. One had eyes that were two different colors, and he'd cut holes in his long black trench coat to make room for the huge bat like wings that sprouted from his back. The other had faintly green skin, webbed fingers and a long snake like tail. When they addressed her, calling her a 'child of Lilith', and held out their big deformed hands...she had gone with them willingly.

Aubrey shuddered, remembering their hands closing around hers, engulfing her's in their hard grasp. Magnus's hand was cool and gentile as he pulled her to her feet. His hands weren't as big as those of the monsters from the past. He looked her in the eyes, standing toe to toe with her, treating her not as a servant or a slave, but as an equal.

"Not all warlocks are evil Aubrey." his voice was smooth and soothing. "The half dose of humanity in us means we can choose who and what we want to be. I chose to be good, I chose to live and love and be loved." a smile spread across his face as he thought about Alec and his friends. "what will you choose little girl?"