Hello everybody! Long time no writey writey, eh? Well, i'm back!
*cricket*
Just a few things before you begin, if I may.
One, I do not own the Mortal Instruments. I do not own Alec, Magnus, a '67 Impala, I don't even own my bed. Two, this is an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. A universe in which Clary does not exist, Jocelyn is a teacher, Valentine owns a sex shop, where Simon is the coolest nerd you'll ever meet, Alec is an openly gay bad-ass, and Magnus is... Well, you'll see.
Without further adue, carry on. (MY WAYWARD SOOOON)
There was an angel that haunted his dreams.
Was it even an angel? Sure, it looked like one. Shimmering black hair, eyes a peticular golden green. His lips were painted gold, and the silk that clothed him a tainted silver. He didn't give off the air of an angel, he acted like a demon. An angel-faced demon that lured him into hell; a dark, luscious place that screamed of death and reeked of sex.
The angel did not touch him in the beginning. He only ever stared; eyes burning his soul with their intensity and scortching a permanent picture in the back of his eyes with their beauty.
Looking nowhere else, the angel would raise a delicate hand and beckon him forward, taking small steps backward and away from would follow, tripping over his own bare feet in the process, his eyes never leaving the angelic face. He was lead down an intricate hallway; a dark, rough stone adorned the walls, patterns breaching the surface to allow acid to flow down in an organized manner. He never noticed the acid though, not even as the quantity burned the very flesh off his bones. He was far under the spell of the angel.
The angel stopped at a door at the end of the hallway. With a well-kept talon, he reached behind him and slid the tip down the barely-there gap of the door, a small hissing sound erupting in the freakish silence. The door opened.
He was met with a bone-chilling scream that shook him to the core. He tried to cover his ears, but could not. Something about the angel's eyes said he could not. Said eyes were shining with a sick form of glee as he watched him suffer.
He dropped to his knees, the acid eating through his porcelein skin, his blood tainting the milky substance. Grinning, the angel kneeled down, unaffected by the acid. A sharp claw ran down his cheek, drawing a thin line of blood. Even though it felt as if every void of silence had been filled within his mind, he could still hear the angel's words.
The angel's eyes glistened red from all the blood. "This is only the beginning of our life together, young Alexander." The angel whispered, kissing his forehead with molten gold lips, leaving behind a scar in the shape of wings.
It was after this that Alexander would wake up.
"Alec? Hellooo, Alec? Wake up man... Bro, you're gonna be late. Alec! Alec? Are you dead?"
Alec forced his eyes open, meeting the harsh sunlight that made a halo around the head of his younger brother Max. Max had on a small scowl.
"Who am I, our mother? Wake up! You're gonna be late."
Ignoring the tingling sensation in his forehead and all but ignoring Max, Alec sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"School's in twenty minutes you know." Max gave his final warning, before turning on his heel and marching out of the room. Alec blinked stupidly, his eyes nearly not opening again as sleep threatened to take over and the angel of his nightmares begged him to come back. But then, Alec registered what the youngest Lightwood had just said.
School. Shit.
Mumbling a string of profanities, Alec zoomed out of bed, ripping open his closet and throwing on whatever his hands landed on first. He ran his fingers through his hair and decided that brushing his teeth would have to wait, as would breakfast and his morning
cigarette.
School. To be specific, the first day of the last year of his school education. Whoopee?
Alec raced down the stairs two at a time, barely escaping break his nose when he nearly tripped over one of his sisters abandoned shoes. He was so determined in being as fast as possible, he barely realized he was about to collide with his adoptive brothers brand new '67 Impala.
"Fuck!" Alec shouted, throwing out his hands to brace himself before he'd collide belt-buckle first with the door. Alec knew that if he got a single scratch on Jace's new car, he'd have his head.
Speak of the devil and the devil shall come.
"Alec! Wake the fuck up, would you?" Jace screetched, hopping out of the drivers seat and booking it around the car to inspect for any damage Alec's fingerprints may have inflicted. Alec groaned in frustration, forcefully shoving Jace aside and giving a short wave to his sister Isabelle, whom was lounging in the back seat. "Whatever," Alec ground out, opening the door and sitting in his seat.
Jace swore under his breath as he detected lone fingerprints, snatching a cloth out of his back pocket to rub them away. "I'm going to make you pay the cleaning bill, I swear to God." Jace snarled, rubbing for a good minute before he was satisfied.
Alec slumped in his seat, listening to the sound of Isabelle's phone getting new notifications from her friends. Alec ran his hands through his hair, wishing the world would be silent just this once. The scar on his forehead was throbbing.
Jace got back inside the car, turning on Alec with a certain venom laced through his voice. "Alec, this is my baby. If you get her fucking dirty again, I will make you pay for the cleaner AND I'll show mom your internet history."
Just then, Isabelle's heavily manicured nails scratching at the mint condition leather seats sounded. "Drive." She demanded while Jace all but screamed at her.
"Jace! Just fucking drive already!" Alec seethed, and the sheer annoyance and agitation in his voice was enough for Jace to reduce the volume of his voice and mumble incoherent mutterings about how he should make them pitch in for gas. Alec sighed, opening the car window as Jace started the car.
As they sped out of the drive-way and onto the street, Alec lit up a cigarette to calm his blood. All the while, Jace pitched yet another fit about smoke damage and fire-hazards. He stopped when Alec quite suddenly bitch slapped him.
The last they heard from Jace was something along the lines of 'hell hath no fury like a gay man scorned', which made Isabelle laugh. Even Alec smiled a bit as he resumed his position of half-hanging out the window to avoid filling his brothers car with his precious nicotine fix.
The drive was quick, as Jace drove like he belonged on the race track at Taledaga. Alec was only have finished his death stick when they arrived, and without a word he exited through the window and all but ran to the Smoker's Corner at the edge of the school
property.
Alec sat down on a large decorative boulder, glad nobody was there to bother him this morning. He blew the pale blue smoke through his nose, closing his eyes to see the angel's picture in his eyelids. Alec felt a smile tug at the corner up his lips, and with a large exhale of pure cancer his hand ghosted over the small white scar in the shape of angel's wings. It was tingling again, like they did most days after this particular dream came about.
The dreams were stuck in a permant cycle. Seven dreams, starting Monday and re-starting on the following Monday.
Today was Monday, and it was only the beginning
Alec groaned, already anticipating the night so slumber would take him.
Ow, shit- the scar was burning. Like it always did when he was impatient for the next dream. Alec sometimes found it ironic how his scar would tingle and burn, it reminded him way to much of Harry Potter. He was seriously considering giving his entire series to Max, Alec couldn't take much of this pop-culture reference anymore.
The bell rang through-out the yard, signalling to all loitering students that they were now hopelessly late and were going to have to suck up real hard to avoid detention. The last of the students ran inside. Not Alec, though. Alec was content where he was; lost in his
thoughts of the angel in silver and gold, who's eyes shined with lust and need, lips so hot they felt cold...
Aldertree Academy was very similar to that of a college campus. With the alarming amount of students- nearly five thousand- each subject and its branches were held in separate buildings. For example; English, Literature, Language Arts, and the likes were held in the Ravenscar Institute. Math, Calculus, Algebra and more mathematical hell was set up in the Morganstern Block, and so on and so forth.
Alec had filled his freshmen and sophmore year with as many classes as he could possibly take, along with extra-curriculars that could could earn credits on there own. Therefore, he only needed to take the minimum requirement for his junior and senior year. Now that he was a senior and already met the graduation requirements, he took the classes he enjoyed most.
For instance, this year he was taking AP Physics in the morning with Professor Malachi in the Bane Sector. After that was Physical Education in the Nephilim Gymnasium with Coach Greyback. He then had a fifteen minute break which he usually would spend with his friend Simon and other acquainted persons at the Smoker's Corner. After that he'd run off the Wayland Garage for Mechanics before lunch.
It was just a morning filled up, with the afternoon free, which was exactly what Alec had wanted when he originally went to sign up for his classes. That is, until he saw a new option at the very bottom of the English column that he'd never seen before.
Creative Writing was never offered as a seperate class in Aldertree, until a very unexpected and overall random petition was mailed to the school board with over 30 000 signatures demanding the class be offered. There were even donations from alumni to fund the project to bring in a new classroom to the Ravenscar Institute.
Alec was very curious, so he signed up. Since his dreams of the ever mysterious angel came into his life not two years ago, he slowly became prone to writing things about the dreams down. He'd catch himself writing about subtle differences, new feelings, and more at the most odd of times, such as watching movies and even using the bathrooms. These scribbles lead to full fledged stories. Isabelle had found a page once, and almost demanded to know whether he was a plagiarizer or not. It was apparently that amazing.
Alec took it upon himself to find a folder with a lock on it.
But with this new class, it meant his wannabe lazy afternoon was now booked for fifth period. Two hours and fifteen minutes after lunch. An hour for lunch, and an hour for fourth period, then the fifteen smoking break. He spent lunch with his siblings, and spent fourth period watching Simon play guitar in the courtyard. And now, he and his friend sat outside the Ravenscar Institute.
Simon was lugging around his acoustic on his back and a messenger bag crammed with homework hanged by his hip. "This class is going to be easy as shit!" Simon nearly screamed, hyper off the nachos he had consumed at lunch. Alec himself was chewing on the long finished stick of a lolli-pop, his cigarette substitute. "We'll be practically free! Doing shit all but write our fucking feelings on paper! With airconditioning!" Simon cheered, not noticing that Alec wasn't really paying attention at all to him. Even if he didn notice, he wouldn't really care.
This was the case with Simon; sit down, shut up, and just let him talk. Interupt the mighty Simon Lewis, and you'd see why he had a black belt in Judo.
While Simon dreered on about nothing of grave importance, Alec was day-dreaming once again about caramel colored skin and painted gold lips, with sharp teeth knicking Alec's lips as he kissed him, causing a fine line of blood to dribble down Alec's chin. The angel's
tounge would waste no time in cleaning it up...
"-never thought that sea salt could be so good on french fries!" Simon finished, clapping Alec on the back and thus bringing him out of his little day dream, out of breath and smiling. Alec snicked, discreetly shifting his jacket to cover his probably semi-noticable erection, and punching Simon on the arm. Simon smiled, pinching his cheek playfully just as the bell rang.
They had a substitute. Their real teacher was still working out a contract with the school.
With that, Alec found himself back in the Impala, Jace talking aimlessly about possibly naming his car and Isabelle and Simon were making out in the back seat. Alec was hanging out of the window yet again, though not inhaling the cancerous fumes he usually did at this time of day. His eyes were closed, like they always were in his spare time.
The angel behind his eyes smiled from his position on a large, golden pedastol. His bright green eyes sparkled with happiness, though veiling a malicious counterpart. The angel's golden lips parted with a breathless sigh of greeting, his slim wrist flicking out lightly. He was beckoning Alec forward.
"Welcome home..." He whispered, bending down ever so slightly to brush his lips against Alec's.
"-ec! Alec! Dude, pay attention!" said Simon, whom was currently standing right in front of his hanging form in the Lightwood's five car garage. Alec's vision of the angel flickered, and went out like a light.
There was a sad gleam in his angel's eyes.
Alec sighed in irritation, opening his eyes to come face to face with Simon's crotch. "Step. The fuck away from me. Now." Alec said deadpan, his eyes snapping upwards just in time to see Simon try to hide a skewed smile. "The look on your fucking face man. Everytime!" Simon burst out into hysterics, pinching Alec's reddened cheeks quickly before Alec flung the door open.
"Remind me why you came over today?" Alec asked, pushing past the hysterical Simon. "So I could do my homework on your alienware!" Simon chirped, following Alec inside like a little lost puppy. "Get your own alienware!" Alec snapped, passing Isabelle and Jace whom were fighting about fish sticks in the kitchen, making his way to the foyer to race Simon up the huge double staircases. "But I'm poor!" Simon argued as they reached the top. "Save your money!" Alec said, storming down the halls in search of his room on in the farthest corner of the mansion. "But I have to pay my own texting bill!" Simon whined. "STOP TEXTING MY SISTER THEN!" Alec yelled, rushing to his door, also attempting to keep Simon out by throwing his weight against the door. Simon pushed back. "But your alienware makes me hard!"
Alec blushed hard, pushing harder. "No! Use your own computer! Stop playing World of Warcraft! It's expensive!" Simon groaned, "Let me in Alec, pleeease?"
Alec growled, suddenly stepping away from the door. Simon flew into the room, sprawled out on the floor with a confuzzled look. But hesmiled. "Thanks man, I'll take you to the gay bar tomorrow night in thanks."
Alec smirked, his irritation now replaced with amusement, flung himself on his bed. "Looking forward to it."
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Love ya'll! And till next time,
-AllieAmberwhite