Chapter Six

Present day, New York City

It was my jealousy that brought us together.

When my adorable little Shadowhunter first came into my territory with Clarissa Fray and the rest of the Gang, it was only his eyes that I noticed. He was there standing in my doorway and I was met with an ocean of cerulean blue staring up at me.

I envied his eyes.

They were exactly the kind of eyes that I have always wanted and admired. My eyes, my gold and green orbs, had been called many things.

Disgusting.

A tell-tale sign of evil and magic.

Mysterious.

Lustful.

Disturbing.

The list goes on and on. I mean, really, can't these people get more adjectives? Haven't they heard of a little thing called originality? But oh well, we all can't be marvelously fluent with our vocabulary.

Yet Alexander Lightwood's eyes could only be described as amazing, there couldn't be anything negative. When I saw him in my doorway, I wanted to go pay a visit to Mama Maryse and give her a high five for passing along her genes. She most likely would've been disgusted but hey, why should that've stop me from showing thanks?

From his eyes, I let myself look at the rest of the package. Like all Shadowhunters, you could tell that underneath that simple, little black sweatshirt was the body of a god, an absolutely marvelous body.

He definitely seemed the quieter of the bunch and something about his stance told you that underneath the insecurities, pride and a tad bit more confidence followed.

Then, when I let the tribe into my home and my awesomely lavish bedroom and my story erupted from my lips, there was a connection. The way he looked at me when I spoke, as if he completely understood everything and said I "couldn't help the way I was born" just made me want more, made me want him more.

My gaydar was acting up too.

A seemingly straight Shadowhunter doesn't look at a very gay warlock like that. Thus, at the end of the party, I did my signature sparkly blue wink and demanded that he'd call me. I knew it was a very fat chance but hey, I tried.

Now here I was at the Institute. It had been a few hours since Jace first called me and I rushed over. Of course when I got here, I couldn't have looked like I rushed. I had to look indifferent as if I took my sweet time arriving.

I wasn't sure if it worked this time though.

The Lightwoods' home was eerily quiet, and it wasn't because we were in the library.

Where was Alec? No word from him at all. Where did that stupid portal take him? Or did he leave willingly? Did he intend to do something rash and . . . run away? Was it accidental? He didn't plan something like this, did he?

If he did, when I track him down, I'm going to give him a warlock whupping.

He's such an idiot.

Such a beautiful idiot.

It amazed me at first how unaware he was of his body and beauty. How can a Shadowhunter with acute senses not notice the men's eyes on him?

Even transvestites would look and lust after him. Seriously. I told him one day when we were at the park. I said, "Honey, even that tranny across the street wants you and he doesn't even have a dick yet." He just blushed, chuckled, and said that my Words of the Day were sometimes unsuspectingly ironic.

Tranny was my word of the day at the time. It annoyed him and kept him laughing all day long. My word of the day, or my WOD, was always set in the morning when I woke up and decided what kind of day it was going to be.

Interestingly enough, I don't remember why I pick most of them, except for today. Today's word was marvelous.

I broke my own rules and decided the day's word not in the morning, but last night before bed when I thought I should try to push my troubles away and be marvelous.

That plan was crushed with the phone call, but I couldn't bring myself to change it.

Isabelle and Jace were sitting at one end of the room by the fireplace with Maryse and Robert standing and looking out the tall, stained glass window with emotion etched into their faces.

Worry? Anger? Fear? Perhaps.

Clary was downstairs getting drinks, trying to lighten the mood. I snorted, making Jace turn to look at me with his tawny eyed glare. The mood had been anything but light.

Obviously, they know something happened between me and Alec, and I know my love enough to know that he probably told them nothing.

I arrived and Isabelle screamed the situation in my face. Alec went into the portal and didn't come out.

I sighed.

Ah, Isabelle. She hates me. I want my best buddy back.

I pouted my lower lip, surprisingly void of any product, not even chapstick.

I even saw the most perfect Manolos in the store the other day that I was thinking about getting for her, but Miss. Isabelle needs an attitude adjustment right now. Okay well, I do too sometimes, but I don't see her buying me marvelous pairs of shoes!

Those were the only words she's spoken, not just to me but everyone in general. She and Alec were surprisingly close. It's a wonder why she's quiet.

Jace on the other hand had plenty to say. They asked me here because they assumed I could just go in and bring him out. It's not that easy. We don't even have an idea of where he is.

This is exactly why he has a cell phone!

Then the stupid blonde Shadowhunter said this was my entire fault. Well, excuse me. It's not like I banished him to Timbuktu. I didn't do anything.

After that, everyone had been in silence. What else could we do but just . . . wait? The High Warlock of Brooklyn doesn't wait but my mind was blank of ideas, a definite first. And Alec's situation was most definitely unique in my experience.

Clary had just walked in with a tray of refreshments and snacks with a serious-looking Luke and Jocelyn behind her. We were hoping maybe the Moon's children had some advice. I doubted it, but no one listens to me.

I stood up from my place on the couch and my brain felt like it was on fire, the most excruciating headache. I was having . . . a flashback?

Images were zooming past my vision like a movie reel that was just getting started. I knew the flashback even thought it was insignificant and oh so long ago.

Late 1800s maybe?

In the flashback or vision, or whatever the hell it was, I was leaving a room in my old home in England in anger and ran into some servants on my way out. I remember the time.

But instead of only my two trusty servers, Alec was with them. He stared up at me as I walked, reminding me of when we first met.

It was him. I could never mistake him for another.

There was no way in hell that he could be in that memory. He wasn't even born! Way before his time.

I was going crazy. I had to be. Maybe it was a dream, a confusing, aggravating dream.

Then the vision stopped and everything was on the verge of fading to black just like in the end credits of a movie, and everyone was rushing towards me, Izzy at the forefront.

I don't know what happened after that.

This wasn't a dream; I had to come to that realization.

This wasn't a marvelous day, not a marvelous day at all.

What?! She's updating!? Lol :) I'm trying to see if I can update once every week, so we'll see how it goes. I want to thank everyone who has reviewed. You all rock! Keep them coming please. The more reviews, the faster you get a chapter. *hint hint* lol I wanted to give a shout out to some people and their reviews. Sorry if I miss anyone:)

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To Izzy because her, her sarcasm, and her beta skills are freaking awesome! Oh! And because she inspired the word marvelous in this chapter :)

And finally I dedicate this to my friend of eight years, who doesn't know I write anything anywhere and wouldn't understand if she did, but is still unintentionally inspiring.

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter. :)