A/N: It's my first fanfiction (that I'm actually posting) and the first written in the past few years, also I'm not an English native speaker, so don't me too harsh?
Also, I want to thank my lovely StarryOwlEyes for catching my mistakes and correcting them. I absolutely love you, hon ;) You do know this story is dedicated to you, don't you?
It was winter.
"It's such a irony that I was born on the bone-freezing December night, and here I am always lacking body heat" Thought Alec pressing his forehead against the window, and gazing at snowflakes chasing each other across the Brooklyn street. He shivered, and snuggled deeper into the blankets he was covered with. For the past few weeks he felt gloomy, and even though he tried to pretend everything was alright, his lover saw right through it. "In a week I will be turning twenty-one, in a year twenty-two. A lot of Shadowhunters don't live up to that age. If I became immortal… - He shook his head with exasperation –There's no way… Camille was just a slimy, lying bitch. Magnus looked everywhere for a solution." He sighed, and brushed away strands of his black hair that fell into his eyes. "I should just stop feeling sorry for myself, and appreciate what I have even if for a few years."
Alec was startled at the feeling of thin, long fingers running through his hair, and turned around putting on his fake smile quickly.
"Hi, darling." Magnus smiled gently at his lover, and caressed his cheek. He pressed his lips gently to Alec's, and then proceed to nuzzle his neck. "I missed you."
" You were gone only for a few hours…" The blue-eyed boy mumbled, and put his arms around warlock's waist crushing him to his chest, "But I missed you too."
Magnus raised his head, and his happy smile faltered a little when his green eyes met the clouded, troubled, blue ones. He tried to act as it didn't faze him, but it broke his heart a little every time he saw that look. "So love… What do you want to do for your birthday?" He asked flashing Alec his snow-white grin.
"I don't want to do anything Magnus. I told you already I would rather cuddle on the sofa, and watch TV" The Shadowhunter sighed, and slipped from his boyfriend's embrace. "I'm tired, and in need of sleep. I don't know why but there are always more demons in the winter. I think they are just mean, and want us to freeze our butts off ." He huffed, and Magnus cracked a smile at his cranky tone.
"Well, why don't you sleep now, so that you'll have strength for the fabulous party I'm planning for my favorite Shadowhunter?"
"Magnus. I don't want any party, don't you understand what I'm saying?" The boy glared at the warlock while he pouted.
"But why, darling? You would relax, and you would have time to spend some quality time with your friends while not killing some vile things. And you should celebrate! It's your twenty-first birthday. I mean it's important and… "
"I don't want to celebrate it, okay?" Alec snapped. "I just want some peace, to relax reading book or …"
"But that's so boring." Magnus sighed with exasperation.
"Well then, you got together with a boring person! " The Shadowhunter yelled, and stormed out of bedroom. Magnus flinched when he heard the door slamming behind him. "What the hell did I do wrong this time?"
**2 hours later**
Alec was sitting on the bench in the Central Park when Magnus found him. The boy was clearly shivering, and trying to heat up a little by rubbing his hand together. Magnus frowned at the pitiful state his lover presented, his posture slumped, and head bowed like he was utterly defeated. The High Warlock crouched in front of him, and looked into his crystal blue orbs.
"I'm so sorry, Mag." Alec whispered, his voice so hoarse it made his lover wince.
"It's okay, baby. Come here." He stood up, and pulled the shivering boy into the hug; rubbing his arms, and back to make him at least a little warmer.
"No, it's not" Alec croaked into his neck, his hands fisting convulsively into his lover's jacket. " I'm sorry I was such an asshole. You just wanted to be nice, and I…"
"Really Alexander, it's alright. I was stubborn, you overreacted, that's all." He thumbed Alec's neck, and pressed his lips to the boy's. He parted them gently with his tongue, and delved inside letting the muscles entwine. When he heard Alec's quiet moan, and felt light tugging on his unspiked hair, he pulled away. He smiled at his boyfriend's flushed face.
"Let's go home. You're gonna catch a cold if you stay outside"
"I don't deserve him." Thought Alec following Magnus' lead, and heading home
"Sit down, baby." Magnus covered his shivering boyfriend with few blankets, and conjured hot chocolate from the nearby chocolaterie to help him heat up. He sat in the armchair, and started reading the new spell-book.
"Thank you." Alec whispered as he took the cup gratefully and sipped on sweet liquid , not caring that it was scalding as long as it would warm him up. "Magnus?" He asked uncertainly, looking at the warlock through his long, black lashes.
"Yeah?" He looked up from his book and gazed at his lover
"Can… can you hold me?" Magnus nearly gasped at the insecurity in his lover's voice.
"Of course, baby." He slipped next to Alec who in turn laid his head on the warlock's chest, and clung to him. Magnus started to run his fingers through his black, silky strands, and soon he heard Alec's regular relaxed breathing. Even in sleep his grip on Magnus did not falter.
Magnus plopped on chair in the Institute's kitchen, and sighed.
"Something is wrong with Alec." He said grimly, chewing on his lower lip
"What? Why? Is he ill?" Izzy scrunched her brows and gazed questionably at the warlock. She haven't seen his brother since their last hunting two days ago, and he seemed fine back then. A little distracted maybe, but fine.
"No, he isn't, but he has been having nightmares. He doesn't remember what he is dreaming about, or just wouldn't tell me, but he is waking screaming every night. During the day he is constantly lost in thought or curled somewhere, and staring blank at whatever is in front of him. I'm really worried Izzy, he doesn't even want to celebrate his birthday." He rubbed his face, and picked at his red nail polish.
"Why? He has always loved his birthday. He became all excited a month before it as a child."
"Well, now his reaction is totally opposite. He flipped yesterday when I insisted on organizing the party, and stormed out without any of his weapons. When I realized that, I started to look for him, but … It's so not Alec to be distracted and careless. He would never go out without at least a blade, especially to the park." Izzy sat down in front of Magnus and squeezed his hand, trying to comfort his friend.
"Don't worry so much Magnus. I'm sure it's just a phase. We all know his mood swings. And as to the party: I'm still organizing it. It's his twenty-first birthday for goodness sake…"
"I don't think it's such a good idea Isabelle. He really overreacted last night, maybe we should just let it go and allow him to do whatever he wants…"
"Which in his case would be reading books about demonology." She scoffed "No way, I won't allow it. Now if you don't mind, I've got to train, I'm getting out of shape. And I'm sure Alec's fine, just in one of his moods." She winked at him and run out of the kitchen.
Magnus was sitting in his favorite, fluffy armchair reading the spell-book that his warlock friend had brought to him two days ago. He wanted to believe that he will find some clue in this one, he wanted to run to Alec and tell him that he had find the solution and he really can make him immortal. But there wasn't anything that could have helped them in this book, neither was in at least a hundred of others he had already gone through. For the past two years he has been looking desperately for anything that was alternative to vampire turning. And becoming a vampire was not an option. He would rather let Alec go, and suffer an eternity all alone than see his lover loathing what he became, loathing himself.
Magnus was roused out of his thoughts when he heard Alec's keys jingling on the other side of doors. "Speak or rather think of the devil and he shall appear. " Magnus mused, and stood up to greet his boyfriend. The huge smile on his face turned into a frown though when he saw the horrible state his Shadowhunter was in. Alec's shirt was utterly blood-soaked and he wore pained expression.
The warlock rushed to his boyfriend, sat him at the nearest flat surface, and let the blue sparks flow healing the long, deep scratch going across Alec's chest. Once assured that his lover won't bleed out on his doorstep, he sighed, and glared at the Shadowhunter.
"We need to talk, Alec."
A/N: Obviously, it is not finished yet. I'm gonna post the next part in a week or so. If it will be longer, then it's my school's fault.
Tell me what you think about it? *winks*
