Hello again; my, it's been a long time. After looking back on 'Facebook and other Shenanigans' I've come to the conclusion that I've written as much as I think I will – I might upload another chapter if I've got enough time but it's highly unlikely. And because of that I've decided to write my first M-Rated Mortal Instruments fanfiction. Please read the information below to fully understand what this story is about:

Rating: M for extreme violence and gore. Might be a lime/lemon in later chapters – not sure yet.
Details: This story is loosely based on the manga 'I am a Hero'. You don't need to have read the manga to understand this. It's an AU that will feature all the Mortal Instruments characters at some point. The Mortal Instruments cast are normal humans and…well…you'll find out the rest ;)
Pairings: There is Magnus/Camille in the first chapter, but that's it. The major pairing is Malec, with Simon/Isabelle and Jace/Clary.

To say that Magnus was annoyed would be an understatement. He was positively livid and was one step away from clawing Jules's eyes out – but doing so would chip his nails and it doesn't take five fucking minutes to achieve such beautiful fingertips.

"No…NO! Bane! Are you even listening to me? I said 'Look relaxed' not 'Look constipated'" Jules –The photographer- sighed in distain. He bent his head down and captured yet another photo, only to make the same face as he studied the screen on the back of the camera. Magnus knew that shit was about to go down from the way Jules exhaled in a rather exaggerated fashion and ran his hand through blonde, cropped hair. "Magnus…" He started eventually "I think it's best if Christopher replaces you for this shoot-" The mentioned man who was sat at the side lines sent Magnus a look of pure glee "-I don't think you're working as well as you could do. Maybe you're tired"

"Of course I'm fucking tired! Not a couple of days ago I was lounging in my lovely apartment in Manhattan. And now I'm in London. There was some midget toddler sat behind me kicking my chair. The guy next to me smelt like last month's takeaway. And the overhead fan wasn't working!" Magnus fumed "The only good thing about this stupid thing is the presence of my girlfriend, and Oxford Street!". Christopher Auckland, the most annoying slimeball of a man peeled himself off the chair and waltzed onto the set "Magnus…" He started, and Magnus already wanted to pull the tongue from mouth "I have to agree with Jules, you're obviously tired and I think you should go back and rest. Don't worry; I'll take over your shoot"

"Thanks…" Magnus chewed out "How very helpful of you" Upon getting a semi sympathetic look from Jules, Magnus grabbed his coat and scarf before storming from the studio dramatically, if all else fails; go to 'Bitch-Mode'.

Magnus was glad that it was unusually sunny, and that the hotel was only a couple of streets away from his studio because he needed a beer and some angry sex from Camille – that always cheered him up. "Hey! I'm home!" He called, hanging his coat in the cupboard and closing the hotel door behind him. Camille greeted him in her usual fashion, by sending him a flirty smile over her slim shoulder "Hey honey, bad day?" He nodded an affirmative and slid him arms around Camille, resting his head on her shoulder as he observed her unpacking from wine and chocolate from a plastic bag labelled Marks&Spencers. "Stop it" She squirmed as he ran his fingers up under her blouse, but when he didn't stop she turned and pushed him away a little "Stop it Magnus"

"What's wrong?" Magnus said, face scrunching up in confusion "You never turn down sex"

She huffed and flicked ringlets of golden hair away from her face, it was then that Magnus could smell the faint undertone of alcohol on her breath. She looked at him over her shoulder with an expression that Magnus couldn't quite place "I'm not feeling well". The hair had moved away from her beautifully pale neck and there, on her marble skin, was the faint bruise of a recent hickey. Magnus could feel his stomach twisting unpleasantly, but strangely enough the sight didn't make him as distraught as he thought he would be; Camille had been pulling away from him lately and he had the sneaking suspicion that there wasn't just two in their dysfunctional relationship anymore. But nevertheless, he was going to cling onto the last remaining strands of their relationship because as much as he hated that she was cheating; he couldn't help but feel nothing but love towards her.

"I understand" Magnus said eventually, and Camille smiled hesitantly and offered him a piece of chocolate.

The next day went by without the awkwardness that Magnus was expecting. Both himself and Camille trailed through the shops before treating themselves to a pleasant icecream in a cute café. And now, as they lay on the large double bed and half-heartedly watched a film before Magnus had to go off back to the studio; he'd never felt as relaxed as he did now.

"Magnus, darling" Camille said quietly, her voice a little hoarse "Can I ask you…you…something". Magnus rolled onto his side and nodded, running his fingertips down the side of her powdered face. "Meat" Camille uttered, licking her lips "I fancy meat, can we…we…we go somewhere that has meat tonight" Magnus raised his eyebrows in slight surprise "Of course! After I finish the shoot I'll take you out somewhere nice. I've heard that there's a lovely steak place down the road" Camille's eyes lingered on his for a moment before she looked away, nodding "Ye…yes…Some meat would be nice. Nice meat with sauce. Meat"

"Are you feeling okay?" Magnus pressed a hand against her forehead and she shuddered "You're stuttering and pale. Are you cold too? Your lips look a little blue" He pushed her back against the pillow and pulled the duvet out from underneath her and laid it over her torso. "I'm feeling a little queasy, Magnus. Perhaps it's the jet lag" She said shakily "Maybe. But I'm going to have to leave in a few minutes, so try and get a little rest so we can go to the steak place" Magnus hummed as he brushed hair from her face. Oddly enough, the hickey on the side of her neck had darkened in colour and was forming what appeared to be teeth marks; he frowned and looked away swiftly.

"Meat" Camille uttered "Nice tender meat-"

"Have a rest, sweetheart" Magnus interrupted, he picked his coat up from where it lay on the sofa before grabbing the hotel key from the desk; he figured that Camille wouldn't have any reason to leave their large suite. "I'll see you in a bit, okay?"

"…Yes. I'll see you in a bit…then we can go to that place. The meat place. Meat…"

He'd expected to be greeted by a smug Christopher upon entering the studio, but what he got was complete chaos. The entranceway was teeming with hair and makeup artists, along with a paramedic; the said model was leaning against the far wall with an expression of slight concern. "What's happening" He asked as he wove his way through the crowd, he tried to get a look of who was in the middle of it all but all he could see was a blur of hands and arms. Christopher looked mildly annoyed at Magnus's presence, but otherwise chose to remain quiet about it "Jules. He was setting up the lighting when he suddenly collapsed. We couldn't wake him up so we had to call 999. The paramedic said it was nothing serious and that they are going to take him to hospital until he wakes up. They think that he's a little anaemic"

Magnus pursed his lips and watched as Jules was carried from the room on a stretcher, he was thankful that Jules was in the hands of the emergency services of a country that had such good healthcare. As much as he despised the man for giving his solo shoot to Christopher, Jules was genially a nice man who cared for his wife and son who were back home in America. It was times like that that Magnus wished he was back in his Manhattan apartment, drinking wine was his gorgeous girlfriend as he scratched his beloved Chairman Meow on the head – unfortunately, Chairman Meow was staying in New York with one of his best friends, Ragnor.

"For fucks sake Bane, at least listen to me. Here I was saying that I was sorry for last night and you ignore me" Christopher snarled and Magnus winced, waving his hand apologetically "Sorry, I blanked out" He watched as a cleaner ran a mop over a puddle of blood that was on the floor where Jules had been, it only served in rubbing it into the carpet "Hey" Magnus turned to the other model "I thought you said that Jules was okay. Did he hit his head or something as he fell?" Christopher shrugged in reply "Beats me. I never liked him anyway. Cig?" It took a while to realise that Christopher was offering him a cigarette, he shook his head "Nah. I'm going to go check up on Camille and tell her that today's shoot has been cancelled" Christopher merely shrugged and slinked off, presumably to flirt with the blonde makeup artist.

"Fuck" Magnus grumbled as he closed the door behind "Jesus Camille, what the heck is that smell. Good thing that door is so freaking thick that nobody out in the corridor can smell it" He frowned as he got no response, he'd taken the only hotel key and had to unlock the door to get in, so his girlfriend had to be in the room somewhere "Camille? Yo! Camille?" His foot collided with something plastic and he looked down, Camille's cosmetics were on the floor and the expensive foundation was dried against the carpet. Her ruby-red lipstick that Magnus had grown to love was quashed against the lid; like someone had hurriedly tried to put it back in without twisting it down first.

"Ughhh" The sound was low and guttural, followed shortly by the sound of clothing rustling against the bed sheets. Magnus kicked his shoes off and wandered around the corner into the main room "Babe, you okay? You don't sound so-"

Fuck.

Fucking. Hell.

Magnus covered his nose with the fabric of his shirt against the rancid smell, catlike eyes wide in pure horror and disgust. That…that…thing on the bed was not Camille. It wasn't Camille. Camille.

It moved against the sheets, trying to pull away from the scarfs which tied it's wrists to the bed frame. The scarfs that Camille had once worn wrapped around her slim neck were now thick with congealed blood and pus. Camille's once creamy skin was a dull grey, blue and red veins pulsing as they stood out against her sunken flesh. The skin was split in places and a mixture of tissue and fat had expanded from the wound and was smearing against the bed sheets which twisted around her withering body. But worst of all, where her beautiful grass green eyes should have been were empty holes with the withered remains of shrunken eyeballs. Plump maggots squirmed in the bloody sockets and slithered down her winkled face, dropping into her mouth which remained emitting thick, gurling noises. Her lips were strangely caked with lipstick, but were otherwise cracked and bleeding; her tongue swollen and bulging from her mouth.

He couldn't move. Magnus was frozen to the spot. He wanted to run to her and drag her to hospital. But he knew it was hopeless.

It was then that he noticed the piece of paper and a thick envelope pinned to the front of her sweat covered shirt. In messy, shaking script it read;

'If I die without makeup on, please don't look at my face. I love you Magnus, so much. Take this envelope and flee the city – Don't let them bite you'