Magnus Bane

It was just suppose to be a fling while on vacation. London being a beautiful city full of people with great fashion sense and woman with alluring accents. That's what I had planned to do. Shop and sleep around, but then she walked into the club and I was hooked. Sure I've been out of the closet for being gay, but I swing both ways. If a girl's pretty enough and seems to be worth the time then yeah I'll chase after her. Or that's how I use to think.

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked her as she took the stool next to mine. Hair like corn silk curled into perfect ringlets around her shoulders with silver clips keeping her fringe from her face. Oh her face, a pale perfect delicate oval with green eyes like emeralds. She was beautiful.

She smiled sweetly at me and tucked a curl behind her ear as she leaned towards me. "You're not from around here are you?" She said and her voice was like honey, warm and sweet and addicting. I wanted to hear it again and again.

"And I thought I was being subtle." I smirked. Charming that's the only way I know how to be with people. Sarcastically charming. Woolsey still teases me for it.

"Nothing about you is subtle." She giggled and it was like bells.

That's how our relationship started. We would talk and flirt and travel from store to store together talking fashion and makeup. A week past and I was tired of waiting so I made my move, and kissed her as we left our usual club. She didn't fight or run away. She kissed back and it was like Heaven was singing in my veins. After that we kissed more and more and so much more. I never got my fill. Then she stopped me one day as we sat on the couch of my hotel suite. She was pouting and I would have given her anything to stop that expression.

"What's wrong Camille?" I had asked twirling one of her curls around my finger. Her hair felt like silk and always smelled like roses.

"You leave in a week." She had replied staring me in the eyes. Her's sparkled just like the gems they looked like.

"Yes. So? I told you I'll be back." I tried to wrap my arms around her but she stood up with her hands on her perfectly curved hips and a crease in her forehead.

"This is not a joke Magnus." She stomped her foot glaring. She was so cute. "Do you love me or not?" She demanded and I felt my jaw drop. I got to my feet and gestures to the room around us a smirk on my face.

"This is yours." I then pointed to my chest. "This is yours. I will give you any and everything your beautiful heart requires." I said and she began smiling again. It was bright and full of happiness. I wanted her to be happy. I loved her, truly loved her with my whole heart. I never thought I could love anyone that much, but I did.

Camille tackled me and our mouths were a mash of hungry lips and devouring tongues. Some how we managed to make it to my bedroom where our clothing was lost and our bodies became one, again and again. I was in Heaven. The bliss was greater than I had imagined, so when it ended I was exhausted and had a giant grin on my face.

"Magnus?" She shook my shoulder. "Magnus before you sleep will you sign this. It's important, Love. Please." She sang in my ear and I couldn't refuse. I should have looked to see what it was but I was too tired and I was helplessly in love.

I signed it and never saw her again.

I looked for her every where around London and England but couldn't find her. A week later I left Europe and went to America to start the new branch of my company and a stupid school. That same week I got a call from my bank to tell me I had over drawn an account and that it would be frozen until the recommended amount of money was back in it. I was missing over two million dollars, and it was from my company account. After some calls and questioning I learned that Camille was responsible. There was even a note that went along with the check that she had gotten me to sign.

'Thanks Darling. Bye-bye. Teehee.'

My heart shattered that day. I held off my entry to school and dove into work. It wasn't until October when Woolsey forced me to start school and relax with work, saying my designs were lacking and full of hate instead of love. Well of course they were full of hate. I was hating myself for falling for such a devilish angel that stole my heart. Those green eyes haunted my dreams, I even started to hate the color all together and began to avoid emerald colored things all together.

Then I saw blue. It was unlike any blue I had ever seen. It was like a deep indigo with streaks of violet. At first I couldn't remember where I had seen it only that it was surrounded by a curtain of black. That color consumed my life. I found a desk online that was the same color, and I started adding blues to my home loving how beautiful and calming it was. Unlike green; sickening and disgusting green.

Then I found the source of the endless blue. It was thanks to a stupid book project that my gray and dull English teacher had assigned. Everyone had a partner but the guy that silently sat behind me, so I turned around to ask him if he wanted to team up. He stared at me for a long while before he nodded casting his black hair aside. His eyes were wide and framed by thick lashes, and blue. Endlessly blue. That's when I remembered seeing them my first day at NYCI. I was scoping the room deciding whether to hate everyone then or later and I glimpsed his stare at me. It wasn't long, he ducked when I looked at him, but I saw his eyes.

He was a quiet and shy boy, Alexander Lightwood, but interesting. He was honest, but was in the closet I just could tell. Girls looked at him all the time but he never noticed them, sometimes I'd catch him staring at me and it just became plainly obvious. He got very flustered when I confronted him on it, it was amazingly cute. His pale face flushed and he hid under the curtain of his hair. It was so cute I couldn't stop myself that day, the alcohol that I had drank was no help either, and I kissed him. His lips soft and untrained and hesitant. It was just too cute.

"Watch yourself boy!" Called Johnny a regular at the bar we were at. "Bane's a heart breaker. Seen many a person run out of here crying cause of him."

That was right. I didn't fall in love, and I wouldn't let others fall for me. It was my new rule. Smirking like usual I leaned away from Alexander and tried to remind myself of that. I didn't want to hurt this guy, yeah he was hot and cute, but he was also innocent and sweet. He didn't need my shit.

That's why I threw a party. I needed to find someone else to screw with, so when I saw him there looking adorable and lost I... I blame the alcohol for my swooping down and snatching him away to the guest bedroom. He was willing and warm and so very cute that I kissed him. Hard and for everything I shouldn't have been doing with him. He couldn't like me he shouldn't like me but I like that he did.

When I heard the lamp break I was more thank grateful to have an escape before I did something I would have regretted with him. He wasn't even out of the closet yet, I couldn't be added to his wardrobe of secrets. I almost pounced on him again when I saw the pout on his pink lips, he was just... Nothing I've ever encountered.

So when he said I wasn't his friend I was angry at myself for what I said. I understood his feelings. I wasn't the friend type and Alec, no Alexander, looking at me in ways that said "more than friends." I couldn't let that happen. I don't love. I won't love. It was better that we weren't friends, but it still made me mad.

"What is this?" Woolsey sang that night when I had returned to work after my encounter with Alexander. I looked at the giant paper pad on the easel to see what I had aggressively been drawing for almost two hours. It was Alec, well no not him, but his eyes. The eyes that had glared at me with with complete annoyance and anger.

"Just blowing off steam." I grumbled setting down the pencil that was nearly a numb now.

Woolsey tilted his head to the side tapping his chin then went to my desk rummaged in the drawers and came back with another pad of paper.

"Is this all one guy?" He asked flipping through the pages. "The mysterious blue eyed boy?" He quirked a smile looking up from the pad. I glared at him and snatched the pad to see what he was looking at. It was my work pad, designs of dresses and jackets filled the pages, but on the sides were quick doodles of eyes. Some were colored but I could never make them the right shade of blue. Or there were outlines of lips and lashes to go with the eyes, and some of the clothing designs were being worn by the blue eyed boy.

My face grew hot as I slapped the pad closed and shoved it under my arm. "Don't you have work to do?" I snapped at Woolsey who was still smirking as he hovered by the easel.

"My duties as a caretaker come first." He chuckled. "So tell me about him. Is he as mysterious as all your drawings? He must be quite the personality for you to be this distracted by him." His arms were crossed as he spoke but I just stomped back to my blue glass desk that matched Alexander's eyes.

"He's dull and quiet and tall and aggravating and I don't understand him at all." I huffed angrily as I slammed the draw closed to my desk.

"Oh the woes of being a teenager." Woolsey drawled as he made his way to the elevator.

"Shut up old man!" I hissed after him.

"Magnus." He said without humor as he stopped at the double doors. I ignored him as I stared down at some form one the departments sent up hours ago. "I know you're still upset but dwelling on it forever will not help. Life's full of risks, some good and some not-so-good. I think the Boy is a good risk to take." He said before leaving with a click of the doors.

I slouched and banged my head on the desk in exasperation. Woolsey doesn't get it. Camille ruined everything, and Alexander doesn't need this mess that is me. I just can't think about it. We're not friends... But maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

And now to announce the winner ^^ it is You should see me with a bafta

Congratulations. And thank you to all the people who guessed. The answer was F) Alec doesn't go. So soon Bafta's character will appear in this story :)

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Ain't honestly made me a little sad to read it but its important to the plot.