A/N: Hey guys! So I've got GREAT ideas for this story! It will be getting more AU as we go on, but nothing to really change it, at least not yet. But anyway, I've got a warning for you all. There will be some mentions of cutting, depression, etc. I think it's necessary, for Alec and everything that he's going through. but hey! On a happier note, next chapter will be the party! im not one of those authors that has such and such "review for a new chapter" but id love it if you did review! Love ya!
Alec was lying spread-eagled on his favorite chair in Hodge's study when a girl with flaming hair and a wary expression walked through the door. Beside her was Jace, seeming lighthearted and happy. Alec sunk down in the chair so the two wouldn't see him. He barely listened to their conversation, grinning when Jace made one of his ever-clever snappy retorts, and Clary's face went red. He was looking at the interesting way the light hit Jace's hair, turning it a more vibrant shade of gold. Then, he heard Jace say :""She means my Sensor. She shoved it down the thing's throat. The runes must have choked it." Alec fumed. A mundie like her could NOT have killed a demon. Was that why Jace liked her so much? And not him? He laughed, immediately giving away his position. "I can't believe you buy that story, Hodge," he said. Clary whipped her head around, but Jace kept his gaze on the wall in front of him, not caring about the situation unfolding. Not caring about Alec. Alec snapped. He was always there for Jace, he was his parabatai, his almost-brother, and Clary just had to come along and ruin it. This began a heated discussion that Alec really had no recollection of, except he lashed out at Jace, and Jace had insulted him right back. Alec shut up immediately.
He listened dully to their conversation, and wanting to please Jace, even backed up his statements, even though he did NOT believe Clary was anything other than a dumb mundane. And suddenly, suddenly, Jace was walking over and leaning on the side of Alec's chair. All thoughts of Clary went out of his head. He was so close to Jace, ohmygodhecouldntbreathe, Jace, Jace. Alec blushed, but he couldn't keep his eyes from wandering towards Jace's glowing hair, beautiful features, his toned, muscled arms, flat stomach, and...Alec looked away. No. He could NOT make this so obvious. When Hodge said he wanted to be alone with Clary, Alec's heart leaped. Maybe he could finally talk to Jace. Convince him that Clary Fray was the LAST thing this Institute needed.
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Magnus Bane sat lazily on a high-backed chair in his Victorian era style living room. He was reading a book with no real interest, thumbing through the story of Alice in Wonderland. He had read it so many times before. Magnus threw down the book in frustration. "I'm bored," he groaned, lifting one delicate hand into the air. And being bored was one thing Magnus couldn't stand. Within the hour, invitations to a party were being sent out. And interestingly enough, one got sent to Isabelle Lightwood. "What the hell," Magnus muttered, taking a large swig out of the pink alcohol in front of him. "Let her come."
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Alec was furious with Jace. He and Clary had gone off, ALL ALONE, to Clary's house. Jace could be hurt, or killed...they didn't know what was up there. All sorts of evil. Isabelle came skipping past Alec, holding a large white rectangle with flowing writing on it. The only words he could make out were: "Courtesy of Mag-" Whatever. Alec shook his head, and he sighed. Jace said he didn't need him. Nobody needed Alec. Nobody. Alec bit his lip as he drew the blade across his skin, but this was the only thing that helped. He was so useless, there was nothing else to do. He'd never killed a demon. Cut. He's gay. Cut. He's a misfit, an outsider, he's ugly. Cut. Cut. Cut. His blood ran from his wrist down towards the wooden floor. Alec let go of the stained knife. Picking up his stele, he drew an iratze. The cuts always faded, but the sadness and heartbreak never did.