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"Hello Beautiful." I heard from my right.
I turned around and saw a man sitting next to me. He was wearing a tight green shirt and-rainbow?-leather pants that looked too tight to be comfortable. His hair was done up in spikes that sparkled a little when the light hit him. Glitter, maybe. It was too dark to see his eyes; even with a rune; but I could see a black ring of eyeliner around them. He must have also had lipstick on because there is no way that someone could have lips that pink. And he was looking at me with a big grin that showed his perfectly white teeth.
I turned my head, avoiding his eyes and tried to think about anything except the fact that he was hot.
'That is NOT something that you should be thinking about.' I reminded myself. But I couldn't help but look at him again after a second.
He winked at me and said, "Can I buy you a drink? "
"N-No, thank you. " I replied with a slight blush.
Thank The Angel it's so dark in here.
"And why not? " He asked, looking amused.
Why is he looking at me like that?!
"I don't drink. " I looked down at my hands hoping that he will leave me alone now.
But I'm not that lucky.
"The other two Nephilim over there don't seem to mind. Is it really that?"
I looked at him again but this time confused. How does he know about us?
The light hit him again and this time I could see his eyes. It took all of my willpower not to gasp in surprise. His eyes were golden green with vertical slits in the middle. Cat eyes. A Warlock!
"Why are you talking to me? " I asked without thinking. And instantly regretted it when he started laughing. However, despite everything, I couldn't help but think about how beautiful his laugh sounded.
'Snap out of it!' I tried to clear my head when he stopped and looked at me with a grin on his face.
"And why wouldn't I talk to a handsome Shadowhunter like yourself?"
I tried to ignore the last part. 'He is not flirting with me.' I reminded myself and answered: "You are a Downworlder. We're not supposed to talk to each other."
"Those are Clave rules," he waved one hand dismissively, " and I'm not fond of the rules. They're boring. Now breaking them; that can be... fun. Don't you think?" He said 'fun' in a voice that made me gulp and fight the blush that I knew was coming.
I looked away, not answering him, and searched through the club for my siblings.
"Trying to think of a reason to get away from me?" He looked at me with a fake hurt expression. "I hope not." He leaned over to whisper in my ear and I tensed not knowing what to do. "I would love to get to know you better." His voice was seductive and soft making me shudder.
I gulped again and he leaned away a little, but stayed way too close for my comfort.
"I'm Magnus. Magnus Bane. And you are?" He took my hand in his with a sly smile on his lips.
"Alec Lightwood." I pulled my hand out of his looking around to make sure no one saw the little exchange.
"Alec?" He raised one eyebrow questionably.
"Well, Alexander actually. But I don't like it when people call me that." I confessed.
"Why not? It suits you. A sexy name for a sexy Shadowhunter." He said with a spark in his eyes.
'I am not blushing! I am NOT blushing!' I tried to will my blush away but I could still feel the slight burning in my cheeks. All I could do was wish he didn't notice.
Luckily, I didn't get a chance to answer because suddenly there was the sound of shouting on the other side of the club. Even with the extremely loud music I could hear Jace's voice.
I was on my feet and moving through the crowd in a matter of seconds. It didn't take long for me to find him. His blond hair was easy to see, even in the dark.
"Jace! What are you doing?!" I asked, just barely stopping him from hitting a mundane standing in front of him.
"He grabbed Clary." He answered with a snarl.
'Not her again!' I thought getting angry myself but not for the same reason. 'Clary! Clary! Clary! Always Clary!'
I took a deep breath to steady myself before dragging him away from the mundane and the rest of the crowd. "He's just a Mundie. There's no need to snap like that."
"Yeah, Jace." Came a voice from behind of me.
My back immediately tensed as I turned around to see Clary.
"He's an idiot." She came closer and took his hand avoiding my eyes. "Come on, let's dance."
They walked away without another word. Jace looked at me over his shoulder right before the crowd swallowed them up again.
I tried taking deep breaths but it didn't help. All of the sudden I couldn't breathe anymore. It was too stuffy. I couldn't stop thinking about that glow in Jace's eyes that only Clary was able to get out of him. It was all too much. I all but ran to the back door and out into the night. The cold hit me the second I took the first step out but it helped me to breathe again. I took deep breaths and tried to calm down. Why her? Why not me? How is she better than me? All of those questions were running through my head at the same time. It took me a few minutes to calm down and stop the pounding in my head. Well, at least make it bearable.
There was a click as the door closed, though I don't remember it opening in the first place.
"Hello again Blue-eyes." I heard familiar voice purr behind me.
I turned around, astonished to see the warlock casually leaning against the wall and staring at me, his cat eyes gleaming in the moonlight. I tried to look away from his intoxicating eyes but couldn't. His gaze kept mine locked.
"Are you following me?" I asked knowing that I should at least be a little disturbed by this but I wasn't able to.
He just smiled at me. "Of course not. That would be weird." His smile turned into a wicked grin. "I came out here to get some fresh air. And here you are, all pale and beautiful in the moonlight."
A blush was threatening to emerge again but this time I was able to effectively choke it down.
By The Angel! What is it with this guy making me blushing?
"So..." He started when I didn't say anything. "Closeted, I presume."
"What? N-No. I'm not..." I tried lying and saying that I'm not gay but he cut me off with a smirk.
"Oh please. The way you looked at your friend back there was a little too fond to be perceived as 'just a friend,' don't you think?" He said pushing himself away from the wall and straightening.
"I ..." I looked at my shoes not knowing what to say. He saw. I can't deny it now. There's no way he'll believe me. I wouldn't.
"Don't worry, I won't tell." I looked at him surprised but he just continued, "Even though it looks like a lost cause. He seems pretty smitten with that redhead and it looks like he doesn't even know how you feel... Does he?"
"No." I murmured but I knew he'd heard.
"Then what's the point in torturing yourself like that?" I couldn't look him in the eyes. "You could just tell him." He said but quickly backtracked when he saw the fear in my eyes. "Or you could get over him." The smile was back.
I was taken aback by this. Get over Jace? I had tried, didn't I? I tried so many times but it never seems to go away. I never seem to get over my love for him. No matter how much it hurts.
"I could help with the second one." He suggested after a second of silence.
My heartbeat quickened when he started towards me. I stayed silent and unmoving, not knowing what to do.
"I was serious when I said I would like to get to know you better." He said stopping inches away from me. "Shadowhunters don't usually catch my attention. But you seem… Interesting." He mused.
"I'm not." I whispered looking down again.
"I think I'll be the judge of that." He reached out, hand capturing my chin, and tilted my head head so I can look him in the eyes. He smiled when I did. A big, breath-taking smile. My skin burned pleasantly where he touched it and I was hyper aware of his hand when it moved from my chin to my shoulder. I didn't pull away even though my mind, the part that was still functioning right-the Shadowhunter part, screamed at me to move away. That this is a Downworlder in front of me. A male Downworlder. An enemy. And I didn't move closer either even though my body ached for more contact. No, I stayed still. Fighting with myself.
"Did you know…" His hand slowly moved down my arm. "That black hair and blue eyes," he reached for my hand and intertwined our fingers, "is my favorite combination."
One last smile and he pulled me a little closer so that we were toe to toe and the next thing I knew, his lips were pressed onto mine in soft embrace. I felt tingles run down my spine from the contact. That first few seconds I was too shocked to do anything but then, without thinking-like I was able to do that anyway-I closed my eyes and kissed him back. Enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on mine as we moved in sync. He smiled into the kiss and I could feel his hands resting on my hips, bringing me even closer. My own hands had somehow managed to appear around his neck as every thought, except his touch and his lips on mine, left my mind. After a few minutes we needed to breathe so we slowly pulled away, both of us panting. Our hands stayed where they were and neither of us made a move to change that.
"Beautiful." Magnus breathed.
I blushed. There was no way of stopping it now as I felt it burning all the way down my neck.
"And he blushes." He purred with a grin. "Adorable."
"Don't make fun of me." I said, moving a little away from him.
"I wasn't making fun of you." He said with a seductive smile as he pulled me closer so we were toe to toe again. "I was complimenting you." He whispered into my ear.
I shivered from the tone of his voice and his hot breath on my skin.
"That was my first kiss." I admitted awkwardly.
"Really?" He asked, looking at me in surprise, "Because you seem to be good at it."
I knew my blush grew to a deeper shade of red as one of his warm hands cupped my cheek. I leaned into the touch. "Thanks I guess…" I said looking at my shoes again.
"Want to go for the second one?" He asked, smile back on his face.
When I didn't object he tilted my chin up again with his long fingers, still gripping my hip with the other, and kissed me again. This time I kissed him back instantly and I heard-and felt-the humming in the back of his throat as I did. This kiss wasn't as soft and slow as the one before, but I didn't have any objections to that. Actually, I was so lost in it I could barely remember my name. I felt his tongue on my lips and a gasped in surprise parting them a little. Then before I knew it, his tongue was exploring my mouth and dancing with mine. I jumped in surprise when a low moan escaped my mouth. 'Where did that come from?'
A slight vibrating in my back pocket brought me back to reality. I jumped back a little, out of Magnus's embrace. But he didn't let me go far; he strengthened his hold on my hips, not letting go.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and frowned. It was a text message from Izzy:
Where are you?! Meet us up front in 5 minutes or we are leaving without you!
"Sorry, I have to go." I said looking up at him before reluctantly turning around.
"Wait." He took hold of my wrist, stopping me.
I turned back around looking at him with questioning eyes.
He smiled slightly, fished out a pen from his coat pocket and wrote something on my forearm.
"Call me." He said with one last wink before turning around and walking away. Back into the club.
I looked at him go for a second with a fresh blush on my face when another buzzing brought me back to reality.
"Shit." I cursed under my breath before turning around and sprinting out of the alley.
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