Woo, another chapter! Thank you to those who wished me a happy birthday, that really made my day. And now, here's the other chapter I promised you. The way that I use POVs might be somewhat confusing, since I don't directly say who's point of view we are going from, but normally the first sentence will have the character's name in it.
Magnus saw the boy visibly tense up after he asked the question. He inwardly cursed himself, wondering if that was a bit too much of a personal question for the Nephilim. He had been somewhat in awe when he first saw him, with his piercing blue eyes and dark hair. He had felt an overwhelming urge to talk to the boy, watching him closely as he walked by, catching a glimpse of pointed ears and what he thought to be blue skin.
He had wondered if it really was a Nephilim for a second, then thought it was silly that he would be with that group if he wasn't one of them. He never saw him around though, didn't think he had ever seen him before. He decided it would probably be best to change the subject before the Nephilim boy's head exploded, which it looked like it was going to after he paled.
"Do you live at the institute? I go there every so often, but I've never seen you before. Although I do recognize the other three you were with," He said, the boy seeming to pale even more. What questions was he supposed to ask if it only upset the boy?
"Oh, there you are Alec," Said a girl, whom he recognized as one of the Lightwood children. "I've been looking for you," She said with a smile, but not one that quite reached her eyes. "I see you've met Magnus, the High Warlock of Brooklyn." She seemed to put an emphasis on the last few words.
He watched the boys eyes widen slightly before he nodded looking down at the floor.
"We've met all right. We've had quite the conversation so far, I was just asking his name," Magnus said, hoping the girl, Isabelle he remembered, would tell him who the silent Nephilim is.
"Magnus, this is my brother, Alec Lightwood," Isabelle introduced him. He gave a small nod of his head before staring at the floor. Magnus gave her a confused look. The only children he knew that the Lightwoods had was a little nine year old, max, he believed, Isabelle, and then their adopted son Jace. He had never heard of an Alec, although Alec had the same dark hair as his sister and piercing blue eyes as his brother.
"He's not around very much, he spent a lot of his time in.. Alicante," she flashed him another smile, placing a hand on her brother's stiff shoulder. Did she really think that he would believe such a poorly put together story? Apparently she did.
"Come on Alec, we should go dance," She said with what seemed to be fake enthusiasm. He nodded and stood up. "Bye Magnus, nice seeing you again." She said while walking away. Magnus sighed, taking a sip of the drink he had resting in his hand.
Alec was dragged into the bathroom where Izzy proceeded to lock the door and look him up and down. He was pale, his arms crossed defensively across his chest. He looked like he was going to be sick. This always happened when he finally turned back to human. He would normally be pretty sick the first few days, not used to breathing the air of New York and not used to having two legs. It made him sick for some reason, she wasn't sure why.
"You okay?" She asked, legitimately worried about him. He nodded, hugging his arms tighter to his chest, standing up slightly straighter."Okay, you just looked uncomfortable, and like you were going to be sick, so I pulled you out of the conversation," She explained, hoping that what she did was the right thing to do.
"Thank you, he started asking questions about my ears, he also saw the scales," Alec said nervously, absentmindedly scratching said scales that lied under the turtleneck.
"It's okay," She said softly, knowing that he got especially nervous when people asked about them. "You don't have to answer anything that anyone asks," She said, looking him over once more. "You wanna go back out?" She asked. He nodded, allowing her to guide him out of the small but very colorful bathroom.
The dancers outside were still swaying to the rhythmic music, lights still shining around the room. It made Alec slightly dizzy. He detached himself from Isabelle, walking over to a corner and planting himself there, hoping that no one else would describe to sneak up on him.
After what felt like hours at the party, something finally happened. While Alec was watching from the corner, his eyes lazily following the dancer's movements, occasionally getting glimpses of Clary's bright red hair, or Isabelle's glinting whip. All at once, a scream sounded through the room, chilling his blood as he stood upright, yanking his bow off his back and notching an arrow.
Other screams sounded through the room, not as pain ridden or horrified as the first scream. The music stopped abruptly, the lights still shining brightly, as people ran around in a frenzy. The party goers parted to reveal the source of the scream. Standing on the dance floor, a girl with shining solid blue eyes and dark brown hair clutched at her purse, her eyes wide with horror. A vampire was biting down roughly on her shoulder, small whimpers escaping her as she stood frozen, no one moving to help her as the vampire gripped her shoulders.
Alec took the chance, drawing the arrow back, aiming at the hand the vampire had on the girl's shoulder. He pulled back with just enough force to pierce the vampire's flesh, not harming the fair folk. He let the arrow fly, watching it pierce the vampire's hand as he yanked back, pulling himself off the shuddering woman.
Just as Alec fired the arrow Jace and Isabelle burst out of the crowd, Jace holding two seraph blades, one in each hand while Izzy brandished her whip. They attacked at once, Izzy wrapping her whip around the vampire's ankle, dragging him to the ground with a violent tug, Jace bringing his blades down on the vampire, killing the downworlder with a quick flick of the blades.
For a moment Alec wondered where Clary had been during the short attack before he turned and saw her tending to the woman who had been attacked, carefully applying a disinfectant cloth to her bite wound and the claw marks the vampire had dragged across her arm. The woman nodded every time time Clary said something, a fearful look in her eyes as she put her safety in the hands of a shadowhunter.
People were still running around and screaming, most people had calmed down and already seen the carcass of the vampire. Magnus Bane pushed his way through the crowd, eyeing Jace angrily.
"Would you mind explaining to me why you just killed one of my party guest?" He asked, his voice calm, but his gaze dangerous. He must not have seen the rogue vampire attack the girl.
"Well, if you hadn't noticed already, he had decided that one of your other party guest would be a delightful midnight snack, but thanks to us, we prevented that from happening," Jace explained, returning Magnus' glare as he gestured to the fair folk that Clary was trying to calm down.
Magnus looked over at the woman, watching her solid blue eyes dart back and forth. Alec simply watched the argument between his parabatai and the party host unfold, standing in the crowd, few people noticing him even though he had his bow drawn and ready. Magnus looked over at him, startling Alec somewhat. He had thought he was pretty well hidden.
There was little to no anger in Magnus' eyes as he gazed at Alec, and he sighed before looking back at the Nephilim attempting to stare him down, even though Magnus was quite a bit taller than Jace.
"Fine, just clean up and get out of my house as soon as possible," He said, glaring at Jace. "Alright, party's over. As you might have noticed, there is a dead vampire on my carpet, and I insist you leave," He said loudly, watching the guest hurry out of the apartment, stealing glances at the child of the night laying dead on the floor.
Once everyone had gone Alec returned his attention to the problem at hand, watching his adoptive brother clean up the blood around the vampire while Clary and Isabelle sat down on the floor with the fey woman who was still in the house. Alec decided to help Jace, he wasn't the best at comforting people.
He kneeled down beside Jace, picking up one of the clean cloths out of a pile next to his parabatai to help soak up the blood. Jace gave a quick glance at him.
"Hey, umm, you might need to pull your turtle neck up a bit," Jace said as quietly as possible. Alec hurriedly pulled up his collar, feeling Magnus' gaze heavily on him. He continued to clean the blood, attempting not to be fazed under Magnus' gold and green eyes.
They quickly cleaned up the blood, Magnus saying he'd take care of the body properly before they left, Clary and Isabelle escorting the woman out, making sure she was okay before letting her go home.
As they walked out, Magnus following close behind them, they turned around to apologize for murdering a person during his party, or at least, Clary did, before Magnus cut her off before she could start.
"Alright, Nephilim. Make sure you have all your weapons, everyone's here, and I would kindly ask you not to murder anymore of my guests," He said, a smile plastered across his face before his lips turned into a smirk. "And you," He said, gesturing at Alec, "Call me," He finished with a wink, turning around and closing the door behind him.
Alec could felt his cheeks heat up, looking startled, staring at the now closed door. Izzy sighed and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pulling him off the steps and back towards the Institute.
Thank you for reading, I hope your excited for the next chapter!