Hi, guys ! So, new story ! I've been wanting to do a story like this for a while and this idea has been nagging at me, so, here's a sneak peak. Tell me if it raises your interest so that I'll continue writing it. This story is AU, so it doesn't involve shadowhunters.
Present day
He sniffed the air as the powerful vampire scent engulfed him, making his mouth water. He could feel his incisors start to come out and his senses heighten. He listened carefully for any sound around him which would give the vampire away. He knew it was hiding, but it was only a matter of time before he sunk his teeth in its porcelain flesh. He paced slowly, hearing the leaves and small rocks rustle and crack under his shoes. He could hear the distant heartbeats and voices of humans chatting lively only a few blocks away, oblivious to the deadly creatures lurking into the night.
A gust of wind invaded his nostrils with the smell of fear and death. He inhaled deeply and focused on any motion, his red alpha eyes glowing into the pitch dark, giving his location away. He released a low growl to intimidate his opponent, though it could hardly be considered one. He heard the fast whoosh of running to his left and sprang towards the sound, his speed almost impossible to be perceived by the human eye. He clutched the vampire by its back and sunk his claws deep inside, making the vampire screech in pain and writhe pointlessly. He lowered his head towards the vampire's neck and bit him until its head disconnected from its body rolling on the ground in a grotesque way. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and proceeded to walk away from the scene. The humans would probably blame it on a new serial killer terrorizing the innocent New Yorkers.
Just as he turned around the corner he heard the sound of sarcastic clapping behind him and turned around with his eyes flashing in an intimidating manner.
"Oh, please, turn off the headlights, Goldielocks. " a familiar, yet annoying voice tsked.
"I have no idea who that is." he stated with a blank expression, shoving his hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket.
"Of course you don't, Jonathan, you spend your whole existence ruling over your savage werewolves from the safe confinement of your kingdom, sitting in your big stone throne, bossing everyone around and being annoyingly depressing."
"Always a pleasure, Magnus. And it's Jace now." he smirked, his face contorting into an incredibly charming expression that not even Magnus couldn remain unfazed by.
"Oh, you love me, lobito " Magnus chimed as he began walking by Jace's side, down the still crowded streets of New York, though it was late past midnight.
"I assume you come bearing good news, since you never visit without a reason." Jace added in a disinterested tone, his eyes skimming the crowd.
"Does that make you feel sad, baby?" Magnus sang, caressing Jace's cheek in a mocking gesture.
Jace growled and removed his hand." Careful, warlock. Remember, I have a temper."
"How could I forget, dear Jonathan? There's only one person in this world who can put up with your mood swings."
"Again, I don't know who you're talking about." Jace spoke nonchalantly, though his expression had hardened.
"Oh, really? The reason why you were chopping off heads back there, though you have no need for blood whatsoever." Magnus teased.
"I was not chopping off heads, I was biting them off. I have no need for weapons. I've got my own." he stated, as his sharp teeth shone menacingly.
"Yes, yes, I know, you're very manly and full of testosterone, I am Jace, hear me roar, blah, blah, blah. Now, let's get to business." Magnus spoke gesturing with his hands continuously.
"Finally" Jace rolled his eyes as they entered what seemed to be a small bakery, but once inside turned into an enourmous stone castle crowded by werewolves scurrying around like busy-bees. They walked down a narrow long corridor to a large wooden door which lead to a huge throne room filled with food and drinks. Magnus sat down on a couch and looked around.
"Love what you've done with the place." he laughed.
"Well, handling a bunch of savage werewolves doesn't give you much time to decorate." Jace added in a mocking tone. "Now, talk, warlock." he continued as he sat on a large comfortable red chair, resembling a prince. A very moody and lethal prince.
"I love it when you boss me around." Magnus chimed, wiggling his eyebrows. At the sight of Jace's unchanged expression he cleared his throat and became more serious."Well, you know how our beloved witches created us a thousand years ago to prevent the humans from staking them anymore, though they did not predict that it would come with a price and though they had been immortal up until then, they haven't been ever since-"
"I'm familiar with the story." Jace interrupted in a dull voice."Cut to the chase."
"It seems like their descendants have found a loop hole into the spell."
"What kind of loop hole?" Jace inquired, leaning forward in his chair.
"A way of becoming an immortal race once again. By getting rid of the whole reason it all started."
"By killing the humans?"
"So, you're all about the looks, huh? No, you dumbass, by killing us. And a certain redhead we both love and adore." Magnus snapped.
Sooo, what do you guys think? Should I continue it? Hate it? Love it? What do you think is going to happen? I will update the next chapter as soon as I hear from you. I just couldn't hold this story in anymore. I had to share it with you !