AN: This isn't my first story; however, this IS my first Mortal Instruments story. I'm in love with Alec and Magnus, so I've decided to play this thing out. This is slightly AU and I don't expect you to understand what's going on yet. Please, feel free to review. A few words will do...or you can say as much as you want. Thanks and enjoy:)
Alec walked down the darkened hallway and down the staircase without bothering to turn a light on. The house had a cold bite to the air. Alec hated the cold- but that was why he left the windows open every winter night. The massive clock hanging above the first-floor parlor room chimed deeply as five AM struck. He pulled his ebony, chin-length hair into a tight tail at the nape of his neck and sharply punched the complex code into the digital pad on the back wall of the parlor room. There was a series of muted clicking sounds and then the silver door swung open to reveal a room of deadly wonder.
The room was widely spacious with polished, wooden floors and towering wall heights with thick, iron rafters high above his head. On the right side of the room was an electronically superior obstacle course. He had spent the better half of a year spending every waking moment designing and building the thing before he grudgingly deemed it a success. There were smooth spouts all along the floor on the right side of the room- it often spit Hellfire at him. He had cable cords that he regularly laced in vampire venom latched to the ceiling's rafters- those cables were mechanically set to release after five minutes. If Alec had yet to take out the required number of enemies on the Training Room floor, he was slashed with the razor-sharp wires. The vampire venom only added to the sting and slowly- over a long amount of time- it would aid Alec in becoming immune to vampire bites. At least, that is what he was hoping for.
He had cages in the large basement underneath his mansion where he kept several creatures that he captured over time. Often, when he went on a hunt, he would extract whatever he needed and bring it home with him. He had yet to capture and contain an actual demon- he focused on vampires and Hellhounds. The Hellhounds served as a means to keep Alec's skills sharpened during his regular training sessions. He would release them into the Training Room often. Just to see if they'd get the better of him. And, so far, none of them had.
He wasn't sure if he was disappointed over that fact or not.
After a grueling hour of training, Alec stood in the middle of the death-trap he had created. His slim, compact, muscular body was slicked with sweat and his dark, unkempt hair was beginning to fall out of his tight ponytail. In his hand he held his favored blade and it was dripping with the tar-like blood of Hellhounds. He had a bubbling, heated wound on his shoulder from the Hellfire that he'd been a fraction of a second too slow to avoid.
He wore a bitter mask on his pale, angular face. He was infuriated with himself for not moving quickly enough. Not killing the hounds in a timely manner and escaping the Hellfire's greedy, burning fingers. He didn't allow himself to wear runes any longer- so the aching burn would simply be left to heal slowly as mundanes healed. It was his personal punishment to himself. If you can't move swiftly, Alec, then you fail. He stepped around the broken bodies of the massive, monstrous dogs and walked across the room. He swept his palm over a digital keypad and a trap-door opened beneath the hounds' bodies. And they tumbled down back into the basement cages.
He walked out of the Training Room and watched as the seamless door sealed shut once more and he was left in the parlor room. A sharp glance at metal-bar-covered windows told him that it was just past sunrise. He grinned to himself and allowed himself the primal pleasure of enjoying the golden rays as they rose and danced upon the blue sky. He turned around and grabbed the battered, black bag and threw it over his shoulder before walking down a narrow hallway that lead to a very unused living room. On the sofa laid several weapons. Shotguns, pistols, seraph blades and several experimental weapons Alec had created in the last six months.
He loaded himself with weapons- a blade across his back, one strapped alongside the length of his leg, a specially crafted dagger anchored to each of his ankles. Lastly, Alec raised his head and whispered a chant in an ancient, unknown language. He could feel power coursing through his veins as he picked up several throwing stars and held them in front of his chest. The metal weapons immediately magnetized themselves to decorate his upper chest and there they stayed. With magic. Nothing was holding those to him, but magic.
Alec slipped fingerless gloves over his knuckles and took a moment to stare at the thin, silver coating covering the gloves. He stalked to his front door and walked outside before taking a deep breath of fresh, clean morning air. He stared at the sun for another moment before heading down the alleyway about a quarter mile from his old, haunting mansion. He was heading deeper into the city, which he preferred never to do. But that was where another vampire lair had begun to live.
So he had to go.
I'm going for your children, Camille. Come save them, you bitch.
AN: This is just the beginning:)