The Mortal Instruments (FanFic)
Meeting Beautiful Leon Foyer
Chapter 1: (Intro) Dancing Dust...
Almost a fortnight had passed since Alec and Magnus had broken up, tears filled his eyes with the heartfelt pain of the forever haunting memory of watching his lover, ex-lover, disappearing into the darkness of the abandoned underground.
The skinning, shirtless boy was laying in bed, the blackout curtains hiding all day light expect for a golden beam of hot sunlight shinning across the bed and stopping where his hand lay palm side down. He hadn't really left his room since that day and honestly didn't want to either, he just laid there watching the dust particles dancing in the beam of light, sometimes allowing his hand to dance through them as they all flowed over it like water. Who could have ever thought dust could be beautiful?
There was a gentle thump on the wall, which he would have ignored if it weren't for the sound of Isabelle's muffled voice from behind the large thick oak door. He sat up. Irritated, he swung his legs out of bed and bound for the door as if trying to barricade himself inside.
"Yes?" Alec shouted. He knew why his little sister was out there. "What do you want Izzy?" He was reluctant to open the door, for the sight of Isabelle's soppy face staring at him would only make him want to cry his heart out to her.
"We're worried about you." Surprisingly it was his Mother, Mayrse speaking. "Isabelle and I are going to the city center, you'd like to come along?" Even through the re-enforced wooden door she sounded very anxious.
"No thank you." Alec said and walked to the end of his bed, blue sheets and clothes covered the floor.
"Sorry you must have misunderstood Alexander, it wasn't a question, get dressed now and meet us down stairs." Loud foot steps of his mother's heeled boots shortly followed by Isabelle's, echoes down the hall.
Tiered and annoyed he fell onto the mattress with his hands over his face, muffling a low growl of frustration, he never went against his mother, even if she was wrong, he always backed off first. With a deep sigh he pulled a dark blue jumper over his head and stepped into his old black dock martin boots, without doing up the laces he stormed from his bedroom, banging the door shut behind him.
Admittingly the cold city air felt good on his skin. He'd been hiding out in his room for what had felt like forever and the chill of early December wind seemed foreign to his bed warm body. He was never going to confess that he was actually enjoying the walk though. Looking up, he caught his sister's gaze, she smiled sweetly but her eyes were filled with concern. She then turned back, speeding up to walk besides their mother, unlike Alec who trying to keep his distance.
It had been over a year since he'd been out shopping with his mother and sister. In fact the last time he'd gone shopping with his family, his Father, Robert and brothers Jace and Max had been there too.
Max had been sitting on Robert's shoulders, excited by the early Christmas decorations that covered every shop. Robert had always hated shopping, hated pushy people and store music.
"How is, 'I like big butts' an appropriate song to play in a toy shop?" Alec remembered him saying. The comment was then followed by hysterical laughing from Izzy and Jace. Looking back on it now it was funny but at the time Alec had secretly agreed with his father. He never really thought of himself to be like Robert, in a rebellious teenager kind of way he hated the thought they might have things in common but now when he thought about it, with a level head, he was very much like his father in many aspects. They both enjoyed solitude, researching demonology, similar genres of music and hated shopping, talking and annoying loud noises. He hadn't even seen his father since before he'd split up with Magnus and wondered if maybe Mayrse has told him or if he even cared.
Lost in thoughts of the past, sadness welling up at the memory of his little brother Max, knowing this would be the first Christmas without him.
Alec went to look up at his sister and mother, when he suddenly realised that he was standing alone besides the entrance to Pottery-barn. He span round, scanning the area for any sign of two pretty girls with long black hair. Frozen and fed up he crossed the street to a nearby coffee shop, where he shuffled past a crowd of mundane teenagers to the glass doors. Why do mundane teens stand outside coffee shops? he pondered, do they seriously have nothing better to do? The thought of mundanes puzzled him, in many ways they interested him but most of the time they were just annoying. It was a Nephilims duty when born to protect the world from demons, live with honor, respect their betters, marry young, have babies and then die young or at least live for as long as possible until your inevitable death by demons. Mundanes however live life as they please, knowing only a small hand full of them truly knew what it felt like to have large quantities of responsibility and expectations to carry.
The coffee shop heater blew down onto him as he entered, ruffling his thick black hair over his deep blue eyes. His nose and cheeks were rosey and his gloveless hands had began to turn blue. The counter was a dirty yellow colour caused by years of nicotine stains from all the smokers and an abstract of mug circles of reds, browns and yellows like a Kandinsky painting but much less beautiful.
Leaning forward, a darling old lady scurried over looking a little rushed off her feet.
"What can I get you, sweetheart?" Alec towered over the dainty woman not that he didn't tower over most people. She wore a maroon coloured dress with a cream apron, that held a small pea green name badge over her left breast pocket.
"Winifred?" Alec said aloud. The sliver haired women looked down at her badge and chuckled.
"Sorry love, I'm not for sale." Alec blushed an extraordinary pink, he hadn't realised he'd spoke out. The bright face boy bowed, pleading for forgiveness. "It's okay poppet, it's a weird name, I know."
"No, not at all I was just wondering where a name like that would have come from?" This wasn't lie, Alec was very interested in culture and individuality. Knowing that everything about Alec was plan, dull, ordinary, his name, his hair colour, his looks, his personality was boring, what in hells name did Magnus see in him? He was now frowning down at the floor, eyes lost in thought.
"England." Winifred said, Alec looked up in surprise. "I'm from England, so I guess my name is English." Made sense Alec thought.
"Thank you." He said politely. "And as for coffee, black please, the stronger the better." The elderly women smiled and with a nod went off to make his coffee.