Author's note: for those of you who have read Skulduggery Pleasant; find the pun. This is probably where my story ends. Please tell me what you think as this was my first time.
DISCLAIMER- characters belong to Cassandra Clare (except Billie). And a punch line from Skulduggery Pleasant, thanks D. Landy.
An Angels Story
Chapter 4
Alec PoV
I heard my name. The same voice that was so kind to me many years ago. The voice I loved. I turned back around. I knew his eyes were familiar. Green, with flecks of gold. Now that I look closer I can see the slits that were his pupils.
"Magnus." I said in a quiet, slow voice. "I'm so sorry."
I looked at the once tall, graceful figure crumpled on the ground. He must have lost hope, I guessed. I walked over to him and gently wrapped my arms around him, lifting him from the ground. He was silent as my wings curled around us. I moved slowly, as if I did not want to break him.
We were never together, but we always felt like we had a special bond. We never dated each other, and I didn't know if Magnus shared my feelings. I never told Magnus I loved him, but I think he could see it in my eyes the day we reunited.
I picked him up into my arms and gently took off flying to the rooves of the tall buildings in New York.
Previous few decades and centuries…
I lived on the rooves. Once I heard someone call me the rooftop angel. When I came to New York I started helping people. Only those in need saw me, and only I helped those who needed it. Decades went by and I helped more and more people. Some people recognised me in the streets, but that was rare.
The first person I ever helped…
She looked at me with wide eyes, a kind of surprised look on her face. I suppose she had never seen an angel before. Her expression changed, a begging, pleading look creasing onto her poor features. She had hazel eyes and dark, messy short hair that look like it had been roughly chopped off with a knife. Her clothes held many patches and even more rips and stains. She looked hungry, like she hadn't eaten a decent meal her whole life. The main thing I noticed about her was the lost hope, like she thought she never had a chance.
I walked up to her and knelt down in front of her. I looked into her eyes and gently rested my hands on her thin, bony shoulders. I felt warm, I could feel energy leaving me, flowing into the woman. She seemed to sit up straighter, her eyes lighted up a bit.
"Tell me your name." I asked her softly.
"Billie." Was the reply.
"I give you hope Billie, and I wish you to give light to a new life." I told her in a voice that was kind, and yet showed that she would life a good rest of her life. Then I stood up and walked away, not looking back. End of 'first person I helped flashback.'
I lived the centuries and decades away, helping those who saw me, who needed me. There were only a few times I had to use my defence skills
Flashback
I was walking back through an alleyway. It was dark and my soft shoes were barely making a noise on the cobblestones. I saw a shadow flit through the streetlight. My mind tensed, alert, but I showed no outer movement that I had seen it. My head didn't turn, but my eyes were constantly flicking back and forth, looking for movement. I sensed someone behind me.
I spun around, bringing my elbow up to meet my attackers face. I felt the impact of my elbow hitting his jaw wringing down my arm before I saw the man fall on the ground, out cold. I saw four figures stalking up, surrounding me. I could see no escape.
So I did the only thing I could think of and started talking. Say anything to distract or confuse them.
"Four figures creep up on Spiderman. Do you know how may survive?" I see them pause and glance at each other. I keep talking. "None. You know why? Because it was a one of one fight. Eight legs on both sides." I decide that they were close enough now, so I throw in the punch line.
"Did you know the sparrow flys south for winter?"
And I punched the guy closest to me in the stomach. He doubled over gasping for breath, and I whammed my elbow into his temple, knocking out the second person for that day. Then with a gap in between my attackers I ran.
I ran down the alley my feet thudding on the ground. I rounded a corner and saw a wall that reached well over my height. I sped up. I gathered myself up and launched onto the wall, making a grab for the top. I pulled myself up and over grazing my shin as I went. When I thought I was out of sight of my pursuers I spread my wings and took off, flying to the rooves. I realised that night that my only safe refuge was going to be the highest places I could find. So the rooves of New York became my home.
I went through several fights every decade, some running and some fighting, but I never took another's life. I think it was against the rules that dominated my mind. Once I saved a young boy. Some murderers had broken his leg in several places when I found him. They were about to kill him until I intervened. That night I realised a new power of mine. I could heal people. On top of spreading hope and joy, I could heal fatal injuries. One other thing I learnt was not to let my emotions through. I built a wall. Shutting out my personal feelings, hiding my true self and dedicating myself to helping others. No one had ever been able to break through my wall. But there was one thing that kept coming back to me. I was lonely.
Present…
Magnus was still silent as I reached the top of the building. I was used to him joking and teasing me. Never before had he been silent and dull. I was worried. He was thin and broken. I set his feet down on the roof, holding him up. As I gently released him, he took a step and stumbled. I caught him quickly before he hit the roof. I saw the corners of his mouth tilt up and he looked at me, the smile not quite reaching his eyes.
"Looks like you have me falling for you already." He whispered hoarsely.
A slow smile split on my face. "Never change Magnus, never change." I replied in kind.
Magnus's smile widened, his eyes lighting up- a look that I absolutely adored. As we gazed into each other's eyes, I could tell we did share our feelings. The breeze was cool on our skin and the city lights were bright. The night sky was clear and a few bright stars shone down on us. I wrapped my wings around us to keep us warm. My feathers rustled in the wind. I felt fingers touching my wing, lightly skimming over the pure white feathers. I shivered. Magnus gently combed his hands through my wings. I had never let anyone touch my wings before, so why did I let Magnus? Maybe I was letting him break my carefully constructed walls down. Letting him know the real me. I felt safe with Magnus next to me. Something I hadn't felt in a long time came to me. A sense of belonging. A home.
Over time Magnus healed and became his old, usual self. Sparkly, joking and happy. I realised that Magnus was powerful. A great warlock. And I was happy with that, I could share my immortality with another. Magnus managed to break down my walls and we became very close.
One night, we were sitting on a pillar of Brooklyn Bridge, Magnus leant over to me and whispered in my ear.
"I love you Alexander." He said it softly, I could only just hear. The words sent a shiver through me.
I looked into his eyes that were shining with emotions, and sparkling from the city lights. I tilted my head and another shiver ran down my spine. Magnus leaned towards me, slowly. He paused when our noses were almost touching and I leant in the last little bit. His lips were soft against mine. I wrapped my arms around him as one of his hands moved to rest on my cheek. His lips moved slowly, expressing his feelings towards me. Magnus's tongue slipped out and slid against my lower lip. I gasped in surprise, opening my mouth allowing his tongue entrance. My mind was exploding in fireworks and I pressed myself closer to him. Our mouths and tongue battling for dominance, exploring each other's mouths. Eventually I broke away, breathing heavily. Just as soon as I did Magnus pressed his lips against mine, gentler, unlike the fiery, heated time before. My mind was in swirls, amazed, and so happy, breathtakingly happy. As Magnus leant away I whispered into his ear.
"I love you too." And I felt him smile against me.
For the first time in forever I felt complete. I knew I was never going to be alone again. A huge patch of warmth spread over me and I forgot my previous grief. I was happy.