Disclamer: I do not own any of these characters. Except for Derek.
A/n: After much self-arguing and deliberation I have decided to make my story Bruised and Broken into one of my major stories. My original plan for it was to be a small story with short chapters and a quick ending, but due to amazing feedback I have received from it I decided otherwise. Turning it into one of my major stories will mean that there will be longer chapters; however this will mean more breaks between the chapters (it takes me a long time to type out stuff) and my parents signed me up for a sport. And if I decide, I might re edit some of the short previous chapters and make them longer. I'll keep you updated if I do. And don't worry the story won't change at all. The chapters will just go more into detail
Also sorry for my long hiatus. I working on my The Doph and Peeto smut. If you want to read them, they're at my profile (maybe depending on the time I update this) and my tumblr: .com
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~abookbabe
Magnus's point of view.
Chapter 3: Home
Magnus groaned as he walked through his semi-sparkly and totally bland new apartment. The walls were a light blue and the floor was covered in plain cream rug. Magnus has been itching to do some redecorating to this totally unfashionable and unworthy apartment, but he could never bring himself to, even if it would just take a snap of his fingers. He hated this place: it didn't feel like home. But he couldn't go back to his old one; there were too many memories to much history of him.
Magnus shook his head and told himself to stop thinking about his once upon a time romance. You think of 800 year of avoiding bad memories this was easy for him, right? Wrong. It's been months since he'd seen his ex lover and he still thought of him day by day. He tried everything, spells and liquor, you name it, but nothing worked. He couldn't escape the past this time.
Flashback.
Magnus limped over to their- his- apartment. The pain of his wound was ceasing but a new pain wedged deep in his cheat.
He stopped at his door and stared blankly at it, scowling almost. He didn't want to go in. He was scared- the Great High Warlock of Brooklyn- scared of what he'd find inside. He couldn't decided wether finding an empty apartment would be a glorious or horrid thing. He hesitated and a soon as he did a voice pushed him forward again. "He betrayed you," Camille's voice whispered in his head. It gave him the hardness he needed to numbly go on.
With a quick opening spell his front door poofed open and his heart stopped. To be truthful his home looked the same: same bright furniture, same pastel walls. But it was the little things and detail he noticed and it killed him.
The ugly torn blue sweater that used to hang over the couch wasn't there anymore. The ugly black shadowhunter boots that would usually sit by the doorway-until it was needed wasn't there anymore. Small little frames and photos that contained happy memories were simply gone.
Magnus choked up a bit. He put on a brave face and walked through his now seemingly lifeless home. He reached the bed room door feeling oddly drained and tired. He wanted to go take a very long sleep but he didn't know if he could in that room.
As he pushed pass the purple door and flashed on the bright lights. He could now clearly see the emptiness his shadowhunter left behind now. The drawers were open and exposed bare insides. The bright canary bed was neat and made, as if no one had inhabited it for years. The closet doors were open, filled with bright and fashionable clothes, and not a stitch of dark baggy ones.
On the left side bed side table that was once filled with weapons and photos, there sat a key, sitting in horror. Magnus flinched when he saw it, Alec used to always be so careful to have his key with him at all times-the cute little blue eyed boy has been locked out time and time again.
And next to it was an open note. Magnus could see flashes of words like: Sorry and Regret and Mistake, but he didn't want to see it. It would break his will power. He quickly crumpled it into a ball and threw it across that room, letting it fall into the abyss of his dark, vacant room.
Magnus crumpled within himself, pushing back tears. He hated, correction, wanted to hate Alec, but he couldn't bring himself too. The old warlock wanted nothing more than to run to the Institute and beg Alec to come back, tell him it was all a huge and regrettable mistake. Part of him cried that he should've at least listened to Alec's explanation, but bad memories and lessons learned kept him from doing so.
A small noise pulled him out of his thoughts. "Meoow?"
Magnus looked up from his misery to see his small cat, Chairman Meow looking at his pet warlock dumbfounded. He sniffled as the cat came closer to him, purring against his leg. "He-He's gone, Meow" Magnus choked through tears. "J-Just you and me again."
The clueless cat just kept staring at his master with a blank expression that caused the warlock to blow up. "DON'T YOU GET IT YOU STUPID CAT, HE'S GONE. THAT STUPID LYING BEAUTIFUL BLUE EYED BOY LEFT OKAY?!"
Magnus finally stopped seething when the cat ran away to another room. He collapsed back to the haunting bed, and buried himself in the covers. He sniffled some more, still able to smell the faintest and comforting hint of sandal wood, the blue eyed shadowhunter so torturously left behind.
After hours of wallowing in familiar and heartbreaking scents, Magnus couldn't take it anymore, he jumped up from the heartbreaking furniture, still disheveled and tear stained, and snapped his fingers. Immediately a relatively large suitcase opened up in front of him. With two more snaps, the bag was filled to the brim with fashionable and brightly colored clothes and one dark oversized sweater.
Magnus gulped when he saw the piece of fabric, this used to be one of Alec's favorite things to wear. He gave it the warlock, after having to wake him up from a horrendous nightmare about his past that left him screaming and crying. Magnus never did tell Alec what the dream was about, no matter how much the shadowhunter begged.
After five minutes of contemplating, the cat-eyed man, closed the zipper of the suitcase, with the ugly sweater still in there.
Being the High Warlock he owned many buildings and he was sure to find one, that could shelter him from this home full of memories and heartache.
"C'mon Meow!" he called, as he walked into the living room, bag at the ready, looking over at the small kitten who was currently busying himself with scratching at the couch. "We're moving."
And with that, the warlock and his kitten fled, in his desperate attempt to escape his a new chapter in his heartbreaking past once again….
Magnus sighed, as he rubbed his eyes, the memory still oh so fresh in his mind. He nearly yelled out when he heard a knock on the front door. He swears that the whole world was against him now.
He was nearly about to last the door down, before he calmed himself, thinking it wasn't really a good day to end up in jail. He was just gonna yell at the unplanned and unwanted visitor, just a little bit.
When he opened the door, it revealed a handsome young man, around his age. He was a shadowhunter, he could tell from the Marks baring his skin. Magnus' eyes narrowed; he was pretty biased of them now. 'Filthy little heartbreakers' he thought to himself.
The young man coughed into his hand awkwardly, before offering it in greeting. Magnus ignored the hand, but instead looked up to the strangers face. Green cat-like eyes met guarded hazel ones.
"Hello my name is Derek and I just moved to the building."
DUHN. DUHN. DUHN. Do you hate me now? Cuz I left with a cliffy? I kinda hate me too. Anyways Magnus and Derek living in the same building. Will secrets be revealed? Ahhh I'm excited. Anywho, review please and tell me what you think!
PS! Shout out to HassleCastle, By the Angle you are amazing and I love you! HUGS FOR YOU.
~abookbaby 3
