Disclaimer: I own none of the Mortal Instruments series. I am only taking credit for my plot idea.
WARNING: Character death may happen but may not happen. I am still deciding and will continue to decide what will happen on a whim as I write.
Quick note: Alec attends a mundane school, as does Magnus. They are the same age in this and the rest will be filled in as we go.
Happy readings and please enjoy!
Chapter One: Dreaming of Angels
Alec's POV
My breath caught as he filtered through my mind yet again. This strange boy had captured my interest and I somehow knew in my heart that he was real even if I only saw him in my dreams. The dream last night was burned into my mind, making me enjoy the boring drive to school.
I shuffled through my papers, trying to hide the fact that I was blushing from Isabelle, who would be too interested in my life. The guy was only a dream, no matter what I thought. "Alexander, are you listening to me?" Isabelle demanded, snapping her fingers in my face.
"Sorry, what were you trying to tell me?" I glanced up, my annoyance showing plainly. I didn't want to stop thinking about the dream from last night. The boy had visited me again. This time he came on white wings, making me thinking of angels. I smiled again, totally zoning out on Isabelle.
"…hopeless!" Isabelle snapped, smacking me across the head. "Start listening to me idiot!" She snapped.
"God, you are so obnoxious sometimes!" I got out of the car, eyes narrowed. I hated my house only slightly less than the school, which was amazing at times. I stuck out horrible in both places. I was very emo or gothic as you see fit or even how you looked at it at times.
I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets, wanting to hide the scars on my hands and arms. I had, very recently, turned to a knife when my emotions got out of my control, which was too often for my liking. The pain was good for me, or at least I thought it was. As I headed to my first class, I heard rumors of a new kid, something that never happened. But who was I to judge? I was content to have a relationship with a guy from my dreams.
That was when he walked out of my head and into reality. But he was a lot more glittery in real life. Never had I been able to put a name to my dream character but it no longer mattered. My dreams now seemed to be a very cruel punishment. This boy looked just like him but I know there was no point in even trying to talk to him. I was already a freak just by being gay.
Slowly I turned away from him, mind fixated on the angel I dreamt about. He was an actual, living human being. I never thought he might actually be a real person, not until know. I just figured I could have a dream boyfriend, one that would never betray me. Maybe I was having those dreams for a reason. The thought scared me, making me think about my parents and their reactions if they ever found out I was gay.
Homeroom, the most annoying subject, and waste of time as it was English class, which anyone could ever come up with. I couldn't count how many times I had actually fallen asleep; if only to see him in my dreams. I never let my grades slip below a B, which made me wonder how I even managed to average a B at all with all the sleep I got during school. But today, sleep was far from my mind when he walked into the class, making it suddenly very interesting.
Behind the mask of glitter, I could sense his pain, almost as if he was recently betrayed to something, which made me eternally sad. Subconsciously, I noted that the boy held himself with pride, despite the pain he hid. The teacher had said something, directing my dream angel to the seat next to me. One day soon, I would have to learn how to focus on simple matters such as to what a teacher was saying.
I watched him out of the corner of my eye, realizing he was exactly like my dreams. He was graceful, possibly polite until you got to know him better. Slowly I glanced up into startling orange cat-slitted eyes. I blinked, realizing his eyes were actually a soft green color, not orange or slitted like a cat's.
"…Alexander, are you going to read or stare into space for the rest of the hour?" The teacher demanded smacking a ruler across my desk.
I jumped slightly, flipping the book to the correct page and began to read about angels. Maybe my mind was just too confused, but I thought I saw the new kid laugh at me silently. But seeing how he was the one wearing the purple skin tight pants, I really thought he had no reason to laugh at me.
Once I finished, I glanced over at him again. Silently he offered me a piece of paper, smiling faintly. I took it, reading the name Magnus Bane that was scrawled on it. The name suited my strange angel, making me smile. After so long, I had a name to go with the face. Now I'm starting to think dreams did come true. Or the people came out of my dreams at the very least.
After a moment, I wrote my name on the sheet, seeing he was requesting mine in return. I wrote Alec Lightwood, knowing that Alexander was a very stupid name to curse a child with. It was easy to get lost in my thoughts, which didn't help my already much uncontrolled conscious at any rate to focus.
"That's a cute name," Magnus breathed softly, smiling at me. His voice even sounded the same as the angel's voice in my dreams. Thinking about it made me shiver.
"Er, thank you," I murmured, shifting slightly in my seat.
"You don't have to hide it from me. I sent you those dreams for a reason. You are special Alec," Magnus whispered.
I shook my head, knowing I had heard wrong. There was nothing special about a gay kid. Especially not someone who's family didn't even know that he was gay. I sighed, shaking my head again. After a moment, I forgot what he had even said.
As I glanced up at him, I saw his cat eyes again. Maybe it was time to tell my parents just how insane I actually thought I was, though it probably wouldn't help me in the long run. I would still dream of my angel, even if he was now real. I would always have my dream affair with Magnus. Slight shivered went up my spine as I named my angel. It was a perfect match.
Too suddenly for my taste, the bell rang, separating me from my angel. Maybe I was becoming obsessed with a guy that seemed to walk straight from my dreams. But right then, I really didn't care at the moment if I was obsessed. I'd seen men become obsessed with their wives. I was doing the same, but it was a dream I was in love with, wasn't it?
Magnus's POV
I view Alexander as a very scatter brained person. I watched him the rest of the day, mentally nothing the classes I had with him. I knew Alec, had always visited him in dreams. I knew one day, I would have to meet the boy in person if anything were to really happen. I was also interested in meeting him for real, just as I knew he was.
But I could tell Alec was exactly the same as our shared dreams. But I had to push through to the end. All that first day, I wanted to take Alec into my arms. But in the real world, we were complete strangers. I had control over myself as I saw Alec's face light up as I passed him the note with my name on it. I knew for a long time he was desperate to learn my name but I had been unable to tell him until today.
It may have been strange to know that Alec loved every dream we had but it pleased me. I was able to help ease his pain some. But he was as ignored at home as he was at school, which was why I was there. Of course I needed to help Alec, Alec who was so abused and broken inside.
I had to stop thinking about that. I was driving and didn't really feel like running over anyone at that moment. That was when I noticed Alec trudging through the snow. Instantly I pulled up beside him, smiling as I rolled down the window. "It would be easier to get a ride than to walk through snow,"
"You hardly know me," Alec protested, shivering slightly.
"It's about four degrees outside. Do you want a ride?" I smiled when Alec opened the door, getting into the car with a relieved sigh as I rolled the window back up. Silently I turned the heater up, watching Alec out of the corner of my eye.
"Thanks for the ride," Alec said after a moment.
"May I tell you a story?" I asked, closing my eyes for a brief moment.
"If you want," Alec said, glancing up at me.
"Once their lived a man named Bane. He had many powers but was cursed to walk the earth until he paid for the crimes he committed. So Bane did as he was told, enjoying the fruits of evil the earth had to offer. Soon he fell in love with a very young and very pretty girl. He saw himself as he once had been, a handsome young man but the world did not view him that way.
"To the world, he was ugly, a rotting, animated corpse. The young maiden's family was very disgusted with this man. They told him no twice. But the third time, he grew enraged. He took the maiden and raped her, planting his seed in her womb. The girl married another man three days later, but she knew what had happened.
"When her baby was born, it had cat eyes, slitted and orange. She grew terrified but only she seemed to notice the difference in him. The rest of the family treated him as if he were a normal child. On the boy's sixth birthday, his mother's present to him was her own death. She had stabbed herself in desperation to flee the child's gaze right in front of his door.
"Her husband soon saw what she had been so afraid of, taking her life and that of a second child's. The child was always silent. He never acted out and his eyes were strange. Soon he left the child to fend for himself. He carried his father's curse but true love would free him from an eternity of hate," I finished my tale, glancing over at Alec. "But the child was almost like an angel, unable to die, unable to grow old due to his father that still lurks out in the planes of the earth."
"Why are you telling me such a depressing story?" He asked finally, dragging his gaze up from the floor to meet mine.
"We all dream." I stated, shrugging slightly. "Is this your house?" I added, knowing it was. I had seen it before in his dreams though I wasn't going to mention it at the moment.
"Yes and thanks for the ride again," Alec said, not wanting to leave the warm car.
"No problem," I promised with a small smile. "I'm always happy to help a friend out,"
I watched Alec walk away, feeling sorry for him as I drove away. He was depressed from the death of his younger, and only, brother and it was clear that no one would go near him at school because he was gay. Maybe I could help him with that.
Slowly I headed for home, not wanting to leave Alec behind. His blue gaze was an interesting feature, making him look very thought most of the time. The thought made me smile. I would visit him again that night. It might help him feel better.
A/N: I would like to say that the animated corpse story was pretty much a version of how Magnus past was. And I know I made Alec a bit obsessed with his theory about Magnus being an angel, but it will become clear by the end. Hope you enjoyed reading!
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