I do not own The Mortal Instruments! All credit goes to Cassandra Clare..

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Alec POV

I had done it. I had asked her out, and she had said yes. I began to smile to myself as I made my way towards a clearing, somewhere in Alicante. I turned around to face the beautiful girl I would soon be going out with. She was wearing a a red and black plaid "school girl" skirt, and a red tank top. I was so used to her tee and jeans that I hadn't expected to see her in something...so Isabelle like.

"Why are you staring at me?" Clary asked me, smiling.

"Uh... No reason." I stuttered. "Can you make a portal?"

She narrowed her eyes at me, but stuck out her hand, palm up. "I don't have a stele."

I gave her mine, and I watched as she swiftly began to draw the correct rune on the brick wall. We were in a thin alley that we had to walk one by one. The alley smelled exactly as if it were from New York itself: cat urinate, and trash. Guts and ichor were still scattered everywhere from the previous battle, because no one had agreed to clean it up.

In no time, the wall swirled into the familiar form of a portal and I took her hand, and stepped through, thinking of exactly where I wanted to be.

I stepped out the portal and was granted with the warm South American breeze. I grabbed Clary's hand, and dragged her along. We were in some neighborhood, and though it was old, it was beautiful.

"Where are we?" Clary asked, grinning widely.

I smiled back at her. "Peru."

"Peru?"

"Yep." We continued to walk down the streets of the South American city, hand in hand, when I asked her if she was hungry.

"Yea... A little."

I guided her towards a glamoured downworlder restaurant, knowing that she would love to know a little more of the Shadow World.

We arrived about ten minutes later.

The shop looked as if it belonged in China.

The restaurant was little and worn down. The sign was said in Chinease, a language I don't even speak. The doors creaked when you opened them, and two golden dragons guarded the entrance.

I walked in and noticed that it looked as if it was a replica of Taki's in New York. There was red velvet booths and a bar in the back, and faery waitresses moving around constantly.

"Wow... It's amazing." I heard Clary whisper.

I smiled and we walked to a booth in the back, where a waitress by the name of Karen, took our order. Clary ordered Ramen Noodles- I would never understand mundanes, and their obsession with noodles- and water, whereas I ordered a cup of coffee and lemon pie.

When Karen left, Clary narrowed her eyes at me, but didn't say anything.

While we ate, we had both attempted small talk to make conversation. It went something like this:

Clary: how's the lemon pie?

Me: lemon-y. how is your noodles?

Clary: noodle-y..

That's when an awkward silence occurred, and we had both stopped trying to force the other in a conversation.

After that, we finished our food, and walked around the perimeter of a nearby park.

After a while, Clary stopped dead in her tracks.

"What's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"Is that... A demon?" She asked pointing to a small man about fifteen yards away. He had a burly beard, shaved head, and crooked teeth. Sure enough, it was a shape demon.

I pulled two seraph blades handing one to Clary. She took it gingerly.

"Don't worry. Just follow my lead. It's in your blood, remember?" I whispered to her, as we walked towards the demon. She nodded and followed me.

I snuck up behind the demon, and just as I was about to bring the blade down on its head, it crumbled into itself. A sign that someone just killed it.

Not just someone.

A warlock.

Magnus Bane.

"Alexander, what are you doing here?"

A few things:

Sorry again for such a short chapter. Also, before anyone asks, yes, I am very aware that Magnus is banned from Peru. That explanation as to why he is there will come later on in the story. Anywho, please review!

P.S. I have no idea what Peru looks like, I just improvised.