Camille

The Fashion show was finally over, and it was a great success. I already had dozen's of top of the line boutiques wanting the first shipment of the line Bluer Than Blue. With the amount of money people were willing to pay for the clothing I could retire five times over on the moon. Woolsey had been fanning himself with a clipboard when he heard the number, trying not to pass out. Storm had to take him outside to get some fresh air. I laughed at the old man, but only mentally.

My face had taken a blank expression since the end of the show. I couldn't believe how Alec looked. He did amazing. His face showed the emotion of the line. Then again the line was him. Every piece of it. From the blue dye I had to make to get the right shade, to the sweaters that were just big enough that they didn't hug the skin, to the emotional eyes that showed up in the patterns if you looked closely enough. Even the logo of the clothing line was his beautiful blue eyes that looked at me with joy from that one night at my party. He had wormed his way into my life without even realizing now he had consumed every aspect of it. School, work, even my home. If he wasn't sitting next to me on the couch it just felt wrong.

"Magnus Bane." I turned towards the voice that was raised above the music and chatter of the after party. I had bought out a local and popular nightclub for the night and I was only mildly enjoying myself as I leaned against the bar. I had been watching the reporters and journalists scurry around trying to find the designer of Warlock Fashions.

Breaking through the crowd was none other than Isabelle Lightwood. Looking as fashionable as ever, which left me to wonder how Alec got by with just jeans and hoodies. Then again they worked for him. The girl was towing her little pet behind her, a brunette boy with glasses. He looked completely out of place.

"What a surprise, darling. Wasn't expecting you to make it past security." I smirked at her, but she wasn't fazed.

"What did you do?" She accused with a midnight colored glare.

My own eyes widened in surprise. What had I done? Attend my own fashion show like a commoner, make a shit ton of money off of it, all while still looking amazing. Yes that's what I had done. "Nothing." I replied.

"Liar. You saw Alec up there, he wasn't okay. What did you do?" She stomped her foot and I had to stop the laugh that bubbled up my chest. So hot tempered yet still acted like a little girl. The Lightwoods were very much alike I realized.

"What does that have to do with me?" I asked thinking back to Alec's strut. His smile that rang out like the worse farewell in history, and the diamond like tears that rolled down his face. I hadn't expected a performance from him, but I guess when it came to Alexander he never did what I expected. He was a new character to me, some one who didn't obey my every command, or gave me demands because of money.

"Alec told me everything." She stated between clenched teeth.

I cocked a brow at her. "Everything, huh?" This had caught me off guard.

"Yes." She hissed while her boy-toy watched on in confusion.

"It doesn't concern you sweet heart. Why don't you go dance or something." I said waving her off as I pushed off the bar.

I had barely take five steps before an angelic voice purred in my ear. "If it isn't my baby." It said and my stomach dropped into my expensive shoes.

For the love of god let this be a nightmare. I begged in my head as I slowly turned to face the voice.

I was face-to-face with those impossibly green emerald eyes that were squinted slightly as a smile pulled at the delicate lips at the bottom of the pale oval that was her face. Camille Belcourt, my Paris beauty. The tramp that took my money and left. My first love. My first heart break. The delicate cat that meant everything. The poisonous snake that I wanted to behead.

It was definitely her. Fair hair pulled up with pins, curls escaping here and there. She was still as beautiful as the last time I had seen her. I should have known that no twenty year old woman would take a dreaming eighteen year old boy seriously. It was too late for that though.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded in an icy tone.

Her eyes lit up with humor as she pouted her bottom lip playfully. How many times did I fall for that? How weak had I been to this seductress less than half a year ago?

"That's not a very warm welcome Maggy. I missed you." She said with a flutter of her lashes.

"I hate that nickname." I spat taking a step away from her.

She giggled. "Don't be like that baby. I know you've missed me. You looked for me so desperately too. Well here I am." She smiled devilishly. It made my insides twist and lurch.

"How'd you get in here?" I remained cold.

"Security sucks here. All I had to do was flirt a little and here I am." She giggled. Camille moved closer as she she laughed, grabbing the collar of my vest and pulling me down to her height so she could purr in my ear again. "You don't want your little secret out do you? My tongue could easily slip and oops, no more mystery designer."

I pulled away to see her arrogant gaze sparkle in the flashing club lights. Had she always been like this? Perhaps, and I was just too dumb to realize.

"Is that all you have against me?" I retorted. "Pathetic. I could do that myself." I straightened my collar.

Her gaze darkened and a v former between her blond brows. "No you can't. You're afraid of it. You for everyone to know everything about you. Would anyone what to buy clothes from a person who's mother killed herself because of her child?" She challenged with acid in her tone.

I flinched away. I knew I had told her too much. I had been completely blinded by love, or what I thought was love, and let a beast into my life. There was no way back. But I knew what real love felt like, how it didn't matter what happened we could move on. Camille couldn't love. She was a leech that only knew how to take.

I turned away from her and went back to the bar. I climbed on top of it and looked to the DJ who I had personally hired, and gestured for him to turn off the music. He did. The whole room went silent out of confusion then a round of complaints happened and I screamed for them to "SHUT UP." Oh did they. I had become the center of attention like I had only partly enjoyed. Reporters and photographers rushing to the front of the group to get the best few. Camille stared at me like I was crazy I took her expression as my victory.

"Good evening." I called out to everyone a smile of my face. "So glad that you all enjoyed the show, and now the party. It costs quite the penny."

"What are you saying?" A female reporter yelled out and I rolled my eyes at her.

"Now where is the fun of just admitting to everything. Everyone needs a little mystery in their lives." I near hummed. I could feel the growing suspense in the room as the crowd leaned towards me. Now was the time to take the dive. To free me. To free my employees. To free Alec from my burden. "Hello, my name is Magnus Bane and I own and run Warlock Fashions." I announced and there was an uproar. With flashing cameras, voices overlapping each other and the small lunge forward towards the bar. This was more entertaining than I had thought. I was such a hot topic.

Things seemed to settle themselves as a reporter stepped forward with a look of determination. "In an article you are quoted in saying New York was your inspiration, but what part of NYC was that?" He asked.

"Now why should I tell you that when I haven't even told him that." I smirked.

"Him?" Several people repeated.

Then everything became hectic. I was pulled from the bar and tossed around the crowd like a rag doll. Before I could comprehend anything I was pushed into one of my cars and driven off by BZ. When I finally relaxed from the excitement of the evening I began laughing. Laughing at myself for hiding for so many years. For everything precaution I took when it only made things even crazier than they had to be.

But what wasn't life without a little excitement in it.

Monday rolled around and she was still here. Standing outside my flat's door with an arrogant smile. She was stubborn still wanting something from me that I didn't care to hear. I stayed home from school to avoid seeing her. Woolsey wasn't even home to take care of the mess, he was out with some guy he found at the nightclub. I sent Alec a text saying I couldn't go to school even though he hadn't responded to my last text that I sent after getting home. I waited all day long, but Camille never left and Alec never answered.

I think I was slowly going insane.

Three more days past and Woolsey still wasn't home, probably off on one of his extended flings. Camille was still stalking out my place leaving messages under the door with lipstick kisses. I couldn't take it any more. She had already crippled my life once I didn't need her anymore, so I called the cops. It involved a heavy amount of paperwork, and I was able to skip the court session to be granted a restraining order. The Scott pull in the legal system -no matter the country- was amazing. All day Friday police officers did drive-bys checking to see if Camille was around but she wasn't. My little "spies" had reported that she left the country again. They also dug up some information that Camille had already burned through all the money she had taken and was in search of some more.

I laughed as I read the report. She wasn't getting me again. I had learned that lesson, painfully and clearly. I had found something better than some flirtatious beauty with a demonic side. I found someone kind, caring, honest, and worth the time. There would have to be effort put in to get his sexy ass out of the closet, but I was ready to wait and work with him. His embarrassed face was cute anyway, and there would be plenty of time to tease him.

God, I can't believe I've fallen for such a shy guy.

Yes he was shy, and adorable. My blue eyed boy Alexander Lightwood. Tomorrow I'll have to make special. First dates are important, right?

Well I felt I had to do something about that last chapter. It was just too sad to leave my day on that sort of note so here's this one. I know it's sort of short, but it was only meant to be an oversight of Magnus' week. Also to get the Camille issue settled, let's face it she's not the type of person to just disappear and not make a surprise appearance. Though I did make her kind of creepy, sorry for Camille lovers.

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If I'm really up for it you guys may have a third chapter today/night.

Which might happen because I'VE BEEN DYING TO WRITE THIS NEXT CHAPTER FOR SO LONG!

. . .OMG it's almost over :( horrible realization. Only like 3 chapters left holy sparkles!