For You.
A/N: Howdy. This is my first fanfic for the Mortal Instruments, and I want to make it clear that I am OBSESSED with Magnus. I full on LOVE him.
Okay. Hope that's clear. Hope you enjoy this
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the one and only Cassandra Clare. She is my idol.
Magnus turned his eyeliner pencil around in his hands. Ideas continuously whirled through his head. What was he going to get Alec for his 20th birthday tomorrow? It was becoming a serious problem, considering the clock hands seemed to tick faster and faster towards closing times at the shops.
The doorbell suddenly rang. Magnus sighed and strolled (not hurriedly) to the door of his apartment. He opened the door, and to his surprise there stood Clary. Her eyes were wide and she looked troubled.
"Why didn't you answer your phone? Of all the times to leave your phone off!"
"Sorry Clary, I just needed to think." Magnus raised his eyebrows at her frantic look. "What's wrong? I haven't got much time to come running to a dying werewolf at the moment. I hope this is important."
"It is, Magnus. Its Alec." She gulped. "I'm so sorry. He asked me to do it… I gave him a rune like he told me to, but something's gone wrong. He's dying."
Magnus' heart dropped like a stone. He had never expected this. Alec. He was dying. Anger welled up in him. "What did you do to him? What did he ask for?"
Clary, looking scared of Magnus' sudden outburst, stammered: "He was d…desperate! The immortality rune… he wanted it so badly…"
Magnus didn't need to hear anymore. He pushed Clary away from the door, rushing past her and towards the road. Any transport was all he needed. Clary called after him, but Magnus ignored her. She should have known. The immortality rune had been banned for centuries. On the very rare occasion that it worked, the bearer of the rune often turned out mad. Insane. The endless life in front of them was too much for their minds. Why had Alec asked for the rune? What did he need immortality for? All immortality gained was loneliness.
Magnus' eyes fell on a small yellow motorbike. The keys were in the ignition. He looked around the alleyway he was in, but it was empty. Well, no time like the present. He leapt on the bike and rode away, accelerating rapidly towards the institute. Alec's name whirled around in his head. Alec. Alec. What was he going to do without him? He fought back tears. No. Magnus Bane did not cry. Not over anything. But he felt like his heart was going to rip in two.