I really meant to update this a while ago, but I got sidetracked with books. I've been reading so much lately, and the spare time I had where I wasn't, I spent it writing the book I am working on. Hoping that goes well. Anyway,I hope you don't mind that I completely made up a character and brought him into this; Blake. Also, there is a reason there isn't even a description of the girl Magnus is talking to. Her identity is a secret for now, but you might be able to guess who she is. I promise I wont wait so long to update next time if you enjoy this, and for now, have 1,000 more words than last time to hopefully make up for my absence. Here is Magnus' POV, and if you wish you can tell me in a review if you want the next chapter to be in his POV again, or if you would prefer Alec's.

Magnus tossed in his bed, kicking away the blankets. It was almost impossible to do anything in the slump he was in. The Alec slump. All of his thoughts were consumed by that unkempt boy in ugly black clothes that were long past saving. He'd never felt this way after a break up before. Especially one that he chose to end. This was a whole new experience to him and made him question ever relationship beforehand. Was this what heartbreak felt like? If so, Magnus was not a fan. He felt empty and torn up inside like someone had forcefully removed all his vital organs and he somehow managed to stay alive, although every task was the hardest and most painful thing he had ever done. He didn't even want to turn around in fear that he would spot something that reminded him of the boy that was weighing down his chest. With a large sigh, Magnus launched himself up and out of bed running his fingers through his hair. It was 4 in the afternoon. He had already wasted half the day laying bed, moping. This was it; he was done with. It had already been a month. After a quick shower, Magnus gathered everything Alec either missed gathering, or items that just brought back painful memories and put them in one of two boxes. One was to be brought to the institute for him and the other to be burned as soon as possible. The burn box included things such as pictures of them in Europe, a ragged sweater Magnus couldn't stand the thought of seeing anyone in, a bright blue jacket that reminded him of Alec's eyes, and the extra pillow he had bought for Alec since one was not enough for him. Kicking that box to the other side of the room, he snapped his fingers and the box burst into flames. He couldn't give himself the time to think about that decision because he knew he would give in and put off getting rid of it indefinitely. The return box was almost overflowing however. Things he couldn't bear to see in flames such as the blue scarf he bought Alec, a couple suitable shirts that actually lacked holes, the cds he bought him to educate him on music, among many other mementoes. Not in the mood to be his fabulous self, Magnus dressed in blue jeans and a plain white shirt, leaving his makeup untouched, and his hair messy. With one last look at how lifeless his house felt now, he headed out the door towards the institute. By this time it was already dark outside. More than once Magnus almost turned around and changed his mind on delivering the box. He was afraid the sight of Alec would break him down, and leave him begging for him back, but that couldn't happen. They were done, they had to be. Alec tried to shorten his life. It wasn't some minor fight like someone losing keys that normal couples had. This was a big deal, and the fact that Alec had even considered it caught him off guard. This was his decision, and too large for someone to make for him. Before Magnus knew it, he was in front of the doors. He was caught in his thoughts the whole walk over, it felt like he just left his home. Without hesitation he knocked on the doors, with high hopes of Isabelle answering. He could feel his stomach dropping as the wait began with high hopes that it would be anyone but Alec. Lucky for him, Isabelle was the one behind the door, a look of confusion on her face.

"Magnus, what are you-" She leaned into the door, taping her fingers along the wood.

"Alec's not here is he? I just brought by some of his things I found lying around my apartment. Cleaning.." he forced a smile as he motioned at the box by his feet.

"No, he's at Blake's party. No offence Magnus, but you look awful. What happened?" Her voice carried out concern but Magnus only heard the first part of what she said.

"Blakes? Who is that?" His voice was stern.

"Some guy he met at a party I took him to. The guy was all over him, followed him around the whole night. Guess that tactic worked for him though because now him and Alec are always together. Sort of turned him into a bit of an alcoholic if you ask me." Isabelles eyes went to the floor, showing she did not like his new behaviour.

"Alec doesn't drink, or go to parties." Magnus said, angry that someone was corrupting his innocent Alec.

"Oh Magnus," Isabelle sighed, "How things have changed since you two broke up," Magnus eyes drifted to the ground. He never imagined that Alec would have changed so drastically in the short of amount of time they had been separated already.

"He's not with anyone, is he?" The words had slipped out of Magnus' mouth before he even had the chance to process them. Isabelle's face lit up at his comment.

"Is that your way of saying you would take him back? Magnus! Let's go to Blake's so you can get my brother back." Isabelle had the door closed and was already heading down the stairs before she even finished her sentence.

"That isn't what I meant." He was still by the door, watching as she kept walking.

"Magnus Bane, it would be very unlike you to turn down a party." She did have a point. Magnus never turned down any parties. After a couple seconds of thinking, he finally had a response, "I'll go put on some glitter."

After close to an hour of Magnus getting ready, and a short 10minutes walk, Magnus and Isabelle were finally approaching Blake's house. They stood outside it for a moment, studying the appearance. Nothing unusual popping out at them, they started towards the door. Isabelle reached up to knock, but Magnus had grabbed her arm, giving her a questionable look,

"Is he a mundane?"

"He's a rogue vampire." She spoke emotionally and hit the door three times.

"A vampire?" Magnus started, leaning into the wall beside the door and rubbing his fingers, "This is going to be one crazy party then." As if on cue with his words, the door flung upon and the banging bass was now vibrating her entire body. The entire living room was filled with people dancing and grinding on each other with drinks in their hands. There were people making out in the hallways, and other passed out drunk along the stairway. Isabelle walked through the room, demanding a path be made for her, as she moved.

"A shadowhunter" was being hissed and whispered all through the room.

"Hello Magnus" A unfamiliar voice floated into his ear as a girl slid in front of him. Magnus tried to ignore her and walk past her but she kept blocking him.

"I'm not here to talk. I'm looking for someone." He finally got ahead of here and was trying to figure out where Isabelle had gone when she spoke again.

"Looking for your little shadowhunter? Oh, wait. I heard his was no longer yours. Immortality is such a hassle, don't you think. He was going to wither away, his beauty fading, and all you would have been able to do is watch as the years brought him closer to death and you closer to being alone once again. I assume you never would have lasted long with him once he had lost the looks you longed for though anyway." She spoke in a superior type of way. Like she viewed herself above everyone else.

"I loved him!" Magnus snapped back at her, "I love him. Not his looks, him. I would have given up all the years ahead of me for him. To finally grow old with someone I loved. To not have to watch him die and be stuck with the grief for centuries. The weight of loss is a heavy burden to hold upon your shoulders, especially when you live forever."

"What a touching, yet horribly tragic story. "She rolled her eyes as she approached him. "Must have sucked when he went behind your back with your ex and betrayed your trust. You know sometimes Magnus, honesty is all people need to hear, and perhaps if you had told him everything he wanted to know you'd still have him. Maybe he wouldn't have been manipulated by the conniving Camille who even put the ideas in his head in the search for answers you were resistant in giving, and it would be you over there with him and not that vampire boy." Magnus turned his head and saw the familiar black haired and pale skin in his usual ratty clothes sitting on the lap of some blonde boy. His back was to him and he had a bottle of beer in each hand. Alec had his arms raised as he moved with the music, the other boy's fingers trailing up and down his sides. Flinging his head back, Alec put his beer to his mouth and took a long drink, finishing it off and setting it down.

"Who is tha-" Magnus turned to see the girl had disappeared among the crowd . Directing his attention once again to Alec he saw him pouring his other beer in the boy's mouth from above, the liquid occasionally missing his mouth and running down his face and neck. Magnus could see the blonde's lips moving, but he couldn't hear him over the music. Getting the nerve to approach them Magnus could hear Alec's laugh and a pain developed in his chest.

"I'm sorry." He could hear Alec's words, like his ears were sensitive to his voice. The other boy just gave Alec a smile and grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him close enough that their mouths could touch. Magnus stopped dead in his tracks when he saw them kiss. He knew he had been the first person to ever kiss Alec, and there was a part of him that wished he was going to be the only person, even after they broke up. It was like he lost ability to move. All he could do was stare, and it was killing him inside to witness it. As the surprise subsided, rage built up inside him, an immense hatred for the blonde. Even more so when he saw his hands travel up Alecs shirt. Right when Magnus was about to storm over there, an outstretched arm appeared above them, cup in hand. He watched as they slowly tipped it, spilling a dark liquid over the both of them, but mostly the blonde. Magnus couldn't help but smile as the boy cursed and wiped his face, his grin growing even wider when he noticed who the arm belonged to, Isabelle.

"Blake, it would be in your best interest to watch yourself with my brother. He would never let you do that sober in front of all these people. You respect him, and you will not take advantage of his being drunk." Isabelle threw the cup on the ground, her speech drawing attention from many around them.

"Don't talk to my boyfriend like that! I can watch myself, Iz." Alec was standing up now, his eyes only going up to Isabelle for a moment. His attention was mainly focused on Blake who was doing his best to stay out of the conversation.

"If you're calling this vampire your boyfriend, it tells me you can't. Alec all you do is get drunk. You haven't been out hunting or anything in a month. I know you went through a bad breakup, but the rest of us are getting ready for a war. You have responsibilities, and sitting on a chair with some downworlder, drinking, is not one." The tone of her voice said that Isabelle had been keeping that bottled in for a while, only now having the courage to say it to Alec's face.

"You don't get to say what I can't do, and you don't get to talk to people I care for like that. You've said what you need to, and I have nothing to say to you, so you can go now." Alec spoke quietly. This was obviously the last conversation he wanted to, or even expected to be having.

"I just came," Isabelle was staring intently at him, even though he was avoiding her eyes, "because I thought you'd like to see Magnus." Alec flicked his head up immediately at Magnus' name, gaining his full attention. With a nod of her head in his direction, he began to slowly turn until he was facing him. Magnus hadn't moved since he witnessed Blake kiss Alec, but he was still in full view. The expression on Alec's face changed from anger to blank like he was unsure of how to feel; that made two of them. His blue eyes captured his attention first, and Magnus swore for a brief moment he could see the deep sadness in his eyes.

"Magnus," His voice sounded as if it got caught in his throat, "Is it really you?"