DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of this, except for the (brilliant) spin on things. :P
Unfortunately, Cassandra Clare is the God (or Godess?) of this world. But, hey, I like Alec and Magnus better than Clary and Jace, so I decided to re-write the ENTIRE series in their POV! Yes, that does include when Alec is sent to switch places with Jace in Magnus's care. :D
(Don't deny you don't secretly want to know everything that happens between the lines of The Mortal Instruments..)
RATED T BECAUSE I CAN.
Emily xx
-CITY OF MAGIC-
Chapter 1
Alec Lightwood was anything but a quitter.
Sure, he may be quiet, moody, totally unconfident in himself and a highly pessimistic guy for a Shadowhunter in Brooklyn, USA, but he was definitely not a quitter.
That's why when his little sister called him and asked him to come along on a demon-slaying trip to Pandemonium, a local mundane nightclub where a disguised monster was hunting, he didn't think twice about going, as much as he may hate, well… killing things.
After putting on his much-abused not-quite-black sweater, and grabbing his bow and some seraph blades, he snatched his combat boots off the table and sat at a chair in the foyer of the Institute to put them on without falling over. Once he was done lacing his boots, he got into his car and followed Isabelle's instructions to the club.
They met outside the entrance, and Alec scanned the vast line for the Eidolon demon a local fey had reported to them. Blue hair, pale skin, green eyes… nobody, despite the amount of Downworlders amongst the clueless mundanes waiting to enter, matched it's description.
"Izzy, I don't see anything." Jace sighed, rubbing his hands through his golden hair. Alec felt a shiver run through him as Jace's biceps rippled.
Isabelle made an unattractive noise, and snapped at Jace. "Just 'cause you have the peripheral vision of a donut, doesn't mean the rest of us do too."
She pointed towards the front of the line, to a kid being hassled by a bouncer. His blue hair shone slightly, and to eyes as trained as the three young Shadowhunters', he emanated a devilish aura. They immediately sensed his demon blood, and looking past the glamour it had flung around itself, they saw the monster beneath.
"Ugh. Ew. Trust the adults to leave shit like this to us."
"Izzy, honestly? They don't get much better than that…" Isabelle looked up at her brother. Then she snickered.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. We have to put up with him-" She jerked her thumb at Jace, "-every day." Alec doubled over in laughter, as Jace frowned and sneered at the laughing Shadowhunters.
"If it's okay with you two, I'm gonna go find this god-damned demon before it eats the DJ."
Still chuckling, the three walked into the club freely, courtesy of their glamours. They walked past countless werewolves, vampires, fairies and mundanes alike as they searched for the demon. Isabelle was wearing a floor-length, long-sleeved white gown and their grandmother's pendant around her neck to cover the marks that decorated her alabaster skin, Jace a black shirt and jeans, and Alec his customary padded cargos and hole-riddled sweater.
Alec was watching Jace as they manoeuvred their way through swaying bodies and thrashing limbs. His golden eyes were piercing, excited for the hunt. Alec imagined an eagle, eyes intent on a small mouse or fish.
Suddenly Isabelle gasped, and whispered in Alec's ear.
"Over there, by the storage room door."
Jace and Alec turned towards the door and spotted the demon not too far away.
"Okay, so I have a plan." She grinned mischievously. Her grin widened as she explained, and the two boys had very different reactions to it.
Alec's was a mixture of horror and fury, quickly being overtaken by worry.
"Ab- No wa- definitely not! It's absolutely too dangerous, Isabelle."
Jace, on the other hand, merely burst into laughter and gave her a pat on the back.
"Brilliant, Izzy! This ought to be good."
Since nobody really listens to Alec that much, Jace managed to pull him into the throng of people outside the storage room to hide in the shadows, waiting for his sister to lure the thing into their grasps.
Isabelle smoothed out her jet-black hair, and headed straight for the demon-boy. As soon as she caught it's attention, she smiled and beckoned for it to follow her. She saw it's disgusting eyes burn with hunger, and her stomach lurched.
Now is not the time to be feeling queasy, she told herself, concentrating again on the task at hand. She slowly opened the storage room door, marked 'no admittance', and felt, rather than heard, the demon's footsteps follow her into the room, silently closing the door behind itself. If only it knew what it was getting itself into.
It smiled at her as soon as she stopped walking and turned to face it.
"What's your name?" It asked, in an awful voice. Isabelle fluttered her lashes at it, and replied;
"Isabelle." He took a few silent steps towards her, and spoke again in it's disgusting hollow tone of voice.
"That's a nice name." It glanced down to make sure there was no danger on the floor before moving even closer to her. "I haven't seen you here before."
Damn right you haven't stupid filth. Isabelle sternly told her head to shut up, and giggled in an extremely convincing way.
"You're asking me if I come here often?" she covered her mouth with her hand, and saw it's eyes widen in horror at the glance to her wrist as it noticed her mark for agility.
He froze, eyes widening. "You-"
He didn't finish. She moved with lightning swiftness, striking out at him with her open hand, a blow to his chest that would have sent him down gasping if he'd been a human being.
He staggered back, and now there was something in her hand, a coiling whip that glinted gold as she brought it down, curling around his ankles, jerking him off his feet. He hit the ground, writhing, the hated metal biting deep into his skin. She laughed, standing over him, and mentally congratulated herself. Score 1, Isabelle. Score 0, nasty smelly demon boy.
She pulled the whip tighter and laughed again, addressing the boys she could sense were waiting right outside the door for her signal.
"He's all yours, boys."