Misunderstanding- Banewood Series

A/N: Hey, guys! Loooong time no see! *wince* Sorry. Okay, so I'm starting something new. This is a entirely new project I'm doing and am very excited for! *drum roll* THE BANEWOOD SERIES! Meaning it's from the Banewood universe. Yes, I invented it! It's a universe where Magnus has found a way to make Alec immortal and in the future he and Magnus have 6 kids, and are married. All the kids have the last name Banewood, hence the title. Eventually, I will do a multi-chapter fic of it, but for now, I will be doing one shots of Alec and Magnus in their familyhood. Let me know what you think of this.

Eric is an OC I invented. You'll see what I mean...

Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns only Alec and Magnus, I proudly own the rest!

Eric's PoV:

My name is Eric. There's not a lot to me. I'm a warlock, though I'm only 54 years old. I see myself as pretty average . And, as any average person, I make mistakes. Like the night I went to that party...

Many weeks earlier.

I walked the streets of Brooklyn, trying to find the address of this party. My girlfriend, Alea, or Ali, another young warlock, like me, invited me to go to a party with her. I politely declined, seeing as I needed to pull the night shift at the bar I currently worked at.

But, luck was apparently on my side that night, as my boss had gotten help, and gave me the night off. I decided to surprise Ali, not telling her I was coming after all.

After about 10 minutes, I came across a street of brownstones. One, in particular, that drunken party goers passed out on the steps and base blasting from the inside.

Well, this must be it, I thought.

I climbed the steps, approaching the buzzer mounted on the wall. While contemplating which to try, a drunken werewolf stumbled out of the door, and I squeezed in before the door shut. A stairway led up to a door, where music could be heard being blasted loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.

Upon opening the door, I was bombarded with many things. The music could be heard more clearly. A huge crowd of people danced and grinded to the beat of a song. Off to the side, there was a make-shift bar set up, made out of doors laying on top of trash cans. A multi-armed, witch, probably, was rapidly taking orders and making drinks. Anything else was hard to see as the lights were off, the only light being the occasional flash of the colorful spotlights circle the large room. All in all, it seemed like a pretty awesome party.

Searching for Ali turned out to be a little less than easy. She was either on the dance floor, at the bar, or in the dark corners currently being used for 'privacy'. I hopefully ruled out the latter. After doing my best to search over the heads of the crowd, there was no sign of her. The bar was also free of anyone but a couple of guys hunched over the bar.

Finally, my eyes scanned over a small group of people chatting away from the dance floor. My stomach dropped. There she was. Her long emerald green hair fell down her back in delicate curls and sapphire blue skin, showing off her warlock marks. She was dressed conservatively in black skinny jeans and a sparkly black and silver tank top, with black pumps. She looked beautiful, as always. But, that's not what made my heart go to my throat.

There, next to her, was another guy. He looked to be about 19, with shaggy, long ebony hair covering most of his face. His clothes were mostly black, as were the runes on his arms, stating the fact that he was a shadowhunter. His arm draped around her shoulders. She turned to him and smiled, replying to something he said. He, in turn, gave my girlfriend a hug, kissing the top of her head. His arm rested around her shoulders. All I could see was red. What in the hell was going in!? Letting my demon possessiveness take over, I made a bee line towards them.

Once in close proximity to them, Ali noticed me. She left the other guy's arms and turned to face me, smiling.

"Eric! What are you doing here? You said you had to work."

"No, I got off. Thought I'd surprise you. Who the hell is that!?" I said, pointing to the culprit.

Noticing the conflict, the black haired guy stepped closer to us. Now up close, even though I was strait, I could notice that he was pretty hot. He was tall and lean, but still had enough muscle to take down a warlock like him. His eyes were a startlingly deep blue. Now, I hated him even more.

"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down, buddy. Who are you, now?"

"I think I should be asking you the same question! Who are you, and what are you doing kissing my girl!?"

"W-what are you talking about? I wasn't doing anythi-"

My fists clenched. I don't know what possessed me to do it. Maybe it was the stress from work, or the way my crappy day turned out. Maybe it was the fact that this guy was a lot more attractive than me, and I was just being jealous. Soon after, my fist collided with the side of his jaw. It was a rather good blow, too, if I do say so myself. He staggered back, raising a hand to cup his jaw.

"ERIC!? What is wrong with you!?"

Ali rushed over to him, which infuriated me more. She seemed very protective of this guy. Did she like him? Did she know him before tonight? Has she...'seen' him before? A million questions raced through my head.

Before anything else could be said, a man came between us. My initial thought was, 'Wow. He's sparkly.' This guy looked to be in his late teens, early 20's, I couldn't tell. I instantly recognized him. This was Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn, one of the most famous warlocks ever alive. It was impossible to not have heard of him in the downworld. He looked agitated, which was not a good sign, speaking in monotone like this kind of thing happened all the time. He sighed before speaking.

"Okay, what is going on? I don't condone fighting at my parties- Alec!?"

Shit, I thought. He lives here. After finally noticing the boy I now knew was named Alec, he rushed over to him. Magnus pried Alec's hands from his face, gently touching his bruised chin.

"Magnus, I'm fine, just stop-ow!"

The old warlock turned to me, glaring like daggers.

"I suggest you leave now, before I do something I will regret in the future."

Ali tried to intervene. "Wait-"

My mind had a billion more questions now. It was starting to make my head hurt. So Ali knows him, too? What the hell is going on!?

Alec turned to me. "What the hell was that for?"

"That's for creeping up on my girl!"

He looked bewildered, "What in the Angel's name are you talking about!?"

The three of us began arguing with each other, until-

"STOP!"

Me and the other two boys turned wide eyed to Ali, shocked at her sudden outburst.

"Kitchen. Now."

Not wanting to further anger her, we trudged into the kitchen, which was ordinary looking compared to the rest of the party. No one else was in here. After ushering us in, Ali closed the door behind her, and she walked over, leaning against the counter top and released a long sigh. After massaging her temples, she began talking.

"Alright. I think there has been a misunderstanding. Don't talk!" She added when we looked as though we were gonna start talking again.

"Okay. Perhaps...introductions are in order. Guys," Ali said, gesturing to Alec and Magnus, "this is Eric, remember? My boyfriend." She put emphasis on the last word. Alec simply looked at me wide eyed, then looked as though a realization hit him. He crossed his arms. If looks could kill, I'd be dead by now. Magnus raised his eyebrows, looking me over.

"Eric," Ali began, bringing my attention back to her, "This is Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood. My parents."

My jaw dropped and eyes widened. Realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Oh, shit. Noticing all eyes on me, I let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh. Ha. Ha. Um, nice to, ah, meet you?"

The two men continued to glare at me.

Well, then. Not the best way to meet the in-laws.

A loud chime sounded through the kitchen.

"Honey, can you go answer the door?" Magnus asked Ali sweetly. After glancing nervously at me, she squeezed my hand reassuringly, turned, and left the room.

"Soooo, h-"

"Sit down. Now." Alec demanded.

"Just want to have a little chat." Magnus added innocently.

I gulped and sat down.

Shit.

Present.

So that was the story of how I met my girlfriend's dads. Yep. Terrifying. But not as bad as the time I met her 5 brothers. But that's a story for another time...

The End.

A/N: Soooo, what did you think? Did it turn out okay? Do you like my idea of the Banewood universe? Don't worry, you will eventually meet the rest of the family! I hope you liked this! Remember, if you have any suggestions or prompts, tell me! I will gladly take them! Thanks for being awesome! Love you all!

Oh! And I hope those of you Florida people out there, including me, that had to take their FCAT Writes this week did a good job! You're all great writers!

Till next time...

~themortalfangirl