Big news everybody!

Cassie Clare had a big party in NYC recently, and she made three BIG annoucements:

1) Th3rd World Studios is adapting the MI books into graphic novels!

2) The film rights to the MI books are currently being optioned by Unique Features (the company was founded by Rob Shaye, co-producer of the LOTR films)!

3) There's gonna be a FOURTH MI BOOK called "City of Fallen Angels"! It'll center on Simon, and how he's dealing with life as a vampire after CoG!

Can't you just feel the excitement oozing out of the computer screen? Please PM me if you'd like to talk about this stuff!

I know this has been circling the Internet for a while now, but I felt like announcing it anyway for people that have yet to find out.

Re: the fic, I didn't keep you guys waiting as long as I did before, see? Just one more chapter after this, and I'll make another annoucement about my oncoming fics. :)

This is dedicated to Carlisle's Favorite Daughter, who is a great Malec writer. Go check out her work!

Chapter Four

"You know what this is, right?" I waved the pencil back and forth in front of Alec's face. "Surely you've encountered the infamous eyeliner before?"

He stared at it in horror. "Do I look like the sort of person that would wear it?"

"Well, no. The vibe you give off isn't exactly 'wow' material, sweetie. You should be appalled"—I smacked him softly in the head—"at your appearance as it was before you arrived!" I threw my hands up into the air in almost-mock exasperation.

Alec shook his head in a manner that stated, "This is just what I expect to come from you, yet here I am still being shocked by it." He opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it immediately.

"What is it, darling?" I asked, caressing his cheek. Hmm, the boy did have such soft skin. Sometimes I wondered whether or not he woke up early in the morning to deep-cleanse and moisturize.

He shifted from side to side nervously in the stool, blushing. Shit Alec, did you really have to blush? He was always so attractive when he blushed, and he knew that I couldn't resist him when he did. "Damn you, child," I said teasingly, setting the eyeliner pencil down onto the table and sinking down onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around me almost immediately, pulling me closer, nestling his head into the crook of my neck. "Alec," I whispered, "your hair is still in its spikes. You wouldn't want one of those horrid dents in the side, would you?"

Alec groaned and brought his head back so that our noses were touching. "Better?" he asked, glaring at me with those beautiful blue eyes of his.

"That's your decision. Personally, I enjoy this position much better, as it allows me to do this," I said, before leaning forward and pressing our lips together. He moaned against me, his tongue darting out to touch my lower lip, begging for entrance. I parted my lips slightly to give him his wish—this boy had some serious needs—and grasped the table behind me to keep myself from falling over. What was with Alec these days?

Suddenly, I was jerked apart from him as a felt a sharp pain lance up my arm from the hand on the table. I whipped my head around and, lo-and-behold, Chairman Meow was looking daggers at me from atop a compact mirror. How the hell did he get up there? Then I remembered that he was a cat—stupid feline pests and their freakish jumping abilities; I really needed a higher vanity table. I returned his cold look, narrowing my eyes, before jumping up and socking him on his back. "Damn cat!" I yelled, ignoring the look of hatred and annoyance that he gave me. "Typical of your idiotic race." I eyed Alec. "See, honey, this is why there are werewolves and not werelions or weretigers. You get my drift."

I went back to glowering at Chairman Meow, who was still perched on that mirror. Insistent son of bitch—well, not really, since his mom was a cat. I think. "What the hell are you doing, Meow?" I questioned him, placing my hands upon my hips.

His response came in the form of another dirty look, one that said, "What does it look like I'm doing, idiot?"

I stared at him in anger and confuzzlement.

The cat made this strange movement with his eyes (which I later came to accept as his form of eye-rolling) and scratched at the compact mirror insistently. "Idiot cat," I muttered, picking him up and dropping him on the floor. I took the mirror in my hands, opened it, and examined my face. Marvelous, as always. The entire amount of flattery in the world is not enough for what I deserved. I turned the mirror left and right to get a better view when I saw Alec's reflection and came to a dirty realization—perhaps the cat is good for something. Tossing the mirror on the table, I whirled on him. "You," I said, waving a finger around in a circle in his direction. "I know what you're up to."

He suddenly became very interested with his knees. "Uh," he cleared his throat, "wh-wh-what am I up to?" Alec was actually nervous now; I could tell by the way he was blushing. Silly boy, that was not going to work on me this time.

Well, maybe it was.

I crouched down to his level and stared him in the eye. His big, beautiful, oceanic blue eyes…

Whoa, Bane. Focus.

I put on a dirty smirk and placed a finger upon his nose. "You," I said menacingly, "are stalling. Stal-ling."

All thoughts of attempting to postpone his makeover must've left him, because Alec went from sly and emanate to imploring. "Please, Magnus!" he begged, face falling. "Please don't make me go through that"—he pointed at the scores of makeup material on the vanity table—"kind of torture!"

Oh, how cute he was when he begged. "That's it, love, keep going. You know that it's not going to work. Nothing's gonna stop me from achieving my goal."

"Goal?"

"Please, Alexander, surely you know by now what my goal is." I faced our reflections in the mirror and placed an arm around his shoulder. "To make you"—I waved my hands to the side in a revealing manner—"GORGEOUS!"

I swear, if I hadn't been holding him up he would've fallen over. "Oh, come now." I picked up the eyeliner pencil again. "You've already gotten through the clothes and the hair. Makeup is a cinch."

"Really?" The boy sounded doubtful.

"Really." I shoved the pencil into his hand. "Now, you can play with that, my little Nephilim. We won't be needing it at the moment." Chuckling to myself as he industriously examined the tiny words on the eyeliner, I turned towards the table. Damn, did I have a lot of stuff. This is what I get for carrying my Visa with me everywhere I go. It was definitely going to be a long and tireless task choosing the right bits of makeup for my baby.

Hold on just a spit-licken' minute.

I skipped—which I normally wouldn't do, but it's not like Alec would mind; he was still so entranced by the magic pencil—over to my bed and got to my knees, rummaging around in the massive mess under the mattress. (Haha, massive mess under the mattress; I was the master of alliteration.) I had so many boxes here that I had carelessly kicked under my bed from designer stores and warehouses. My eyes fell upon a large D&G tote that had yet to be unwrapped—why the hell would it be under here?—but ignored it after remembering the matter at hand. I hummed to myself as I searched for that blue hat box that just had to be here somewhere. See Magnus, this is why the housemaids refuse to come to your apartment.

Ah. There it is… At the very back. Typical that Alec had to wait so long.

I pulled the hat box out and walked back to the vanity table. "Ba-ack," I sang merrily, as Alec looked up from his in-depth analysis of the eyeliner. "Missed me?"

He gave a small smile, which left as quickly as it had come when he saw the box in my hands. "What's that?" he asked ruefully.

I snickered. "Wait for it…" Then I flipped off the lid with a large sweep of my arm. "TA-DA!"

I needed a camera to capture the priceless look of shock and horror on Alec's face. "Magnus!" he cried, throwing the pencil onto the table. Strike one on his ticket of over-using my name.

"Alec!" I shouted in his face. Two can play at this game.

"What in the Angel's name are those?" he questioned me, pointing at the stuff in the box.

I acted as if I had no idea what he was talking about. "What in the Angel's name are those?" I pointed at his eyebrows, placing the box on the table.

He stared at me incredulously. I guess he gave up.

"Darling, if we're gonna dress your face up, we have to get rid of those bushman eyebrows." I grabbed a pair of tweezers out of the hat box. "Ready?"

Twelve minutes and twenty-seven screams of "Ow! Damn it, Magnus!" later, Alec had two perfectly-plucked eyebrows that followed the curve of his eyes beautifully. "You, darling, are too lucky that I'm not charging you for this sort of perfection," I said.

He pressed his face against the mirror and examined his eyebrows. I could tell that he was trying to hide a smile. "Well, I wouldn't have paid."

Yeah, you're welcome. The ungrateful prick. "You're right. Jace would've," I said, shrugging. "Now for the real deal." I regarded the contents of the hat box. So many different things to try. I mentally praised myself for thinking of going out to all of my favourite stores in the mall and buying Alec everything that I needed for a makeover—I had always figured that someday he would allow me to dress him up. I had selected several types of exclusive designer makeup for Alec, all which I knew would compliment each other when applied to his complexion, and had placed them in this hat box. A sparkly blue hat box, to represent his lovely eyes. Chairman Meow should be jealous.

I chose a jar out of the box and held it out for Alec to see. "This," I said, waving it in front of his face, "is powder. You should be familiar with it; I hear it's wonderful for keeping babies' bums smooth." I would've smacked his ass, but he was sitting, and he knew me enough to be lucky that he was. "However, this isn't that kind of powder." I scrunched my face up. "Hopefully this will add a little colour to your otherwise pale complexion."

Alec cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean by that?"

"You'll see," I smirked, grabbing the sponge. "Close your eyes."

He closed them, but I could see him flinching away from me involuntarily. I rolled my eyes, dabbing the sponge into the powder jar and onto his face. He cringed at first, then relaxed after a couple of seconds. "See?" I soothed him. "It isn't that bad."

Once I drew back and replaced the jar to its original spot in the hat box, Alec opened his eyes and tried to peek around me to see his reflection in the mirror. Did he really think he would be able to see his wondrous new image so soon? I immediately spread my arms wide, blocking his vision. "Ah-ah-ah," I said, tapping his nose. "Not so fast. We still have a long way to go."

The boy still wouldn't stop his attempts to dodge around me. Oh, so now he was eager to see what I did to him. "Why not?" he whined.

I snickered. "Ooo, you know I like it when you beg." I trailed my fingers across his cheek. "Sadly, we don't have time to play yet."

Alec's face fell visibly as I went back to the hat box. "Hmm, what should we do now?" My fingers found their own way to a three large jars… I took one in my fingers and twirled it around. "I wonder what colour would look best on you?" I thought aloud.

He managed to get a glimpse of the items in my hands. "What the hell are those?" he asked.

"Eye shadow," I said plainly. "If you ask me, a good coat of smoky grey will make those sapphire eyes of yours pop-op." I smacked my lips to make a popping noise. "How does that sound?"

Alec bit his lip uncomfortably and sighed. "Just tell me when it's over," he said, closing his eyes.

True, it wasn't as fun when he wasn't protesting against my ideas anymore, but it did make my job a lot easier. It was a piece of cake to smudge some eye shadow on his upper lid and the area under the eyebrows. My, my, my, why didn't I ever consider becoming a cosmetician? Oh right. It didn't pay as much as my current job did, and I would never have been able to afford such an exquisite toilet. Plus, being High Warlock had certain perks that could not be obtained from applying makeup to women's faces, I thought, smirking as I finished smearing the makeup. Alec would never have known me, but neither would Mr. Tall, Blonde and Brainless, as I referred to him on the phone with Isabelle, have.

"Done?"

"Not quite yet, dear." I seized the eyeliner pencil in my hand. "Open those pretty peepers of yours, Alexander."

He did, reluctantly. "I don't look bad, do I?"

I rolled my eyes, annoyed. Where was the trust? "It depends on what you consider 'bad', dear. Do you mean 'bad' as in Pamela Henderson-plunging neckline bad, or 'bad' as in Jace in all of his normality bad?" I spun the pencil around with my fingers. "Eyeliner time!"

I ignored the groan from Alec and began to apply the eyeliner to his lids. He winced upon feeling the tip of the pencil in such a sensitive place. "Stop being such a chicken," I chided him softly, finishing my job.

"Is it over?"

I smirked. "You must know that I delight in your misery. Perhaps, since you always seem so down after I speak with them, I should inform your parents about your little present, hmm? How about that?"

Ha. That shut him up, the little whining hottie.

But it was a bit, hmm, odd playing dress-up with him while he was mute. He was quiet during the mascara, quiet during the blush, and quiet during the lipstick.

"Um, Magnus?"

I grinned at him. "It speaks. What, dear?"

Alec's eyes widened in embarrassment, and I could still see the red of his cheeks underneath the makeup. "There's no sp-sp-sparkles, is there?"

My eyes widened in turn from a sudden plan. "Thanks for the brilliant idea, darling," I whispered in his ear.

He muttered something incomprehensible in response.

"What was that, hon?"

"I can't be that much of an asshole to deserve that sort of torture, am I?"

"No, but you should've expected it," I said, rolling my eyes. "Now close those beautiful baby blues"—ha, another splendid alliteration—"so that I can put them on you."

I grabbed a pot of body glitter and a brush out of the hat box, spreading it all over Alec's lovely face. Yummy, I thought to myself. Having ended the glittery task, nothing stopped me from leaning down and locking lips with him. He grasped the back of my neck, pulling me closer until I nearly stumbled from the sudden change in stature. The need for oxygen came quickly, damn it, and we were forced to break apart. "Ready to see your gorgeously-improved face, darling?" I asked, gasping for air.

"Should I be scared?" he replied, taking several deep breaths.

My answering grin was full of love and pride. I slid out of the way to allow Alec a look at himself in the mirror.

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