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Character's belong to Cassandra Clare.

How long has it been? Alec couldn't answer that question. His blue eyes that used to be so bright and cheerful were now grey and dull as he stared up at the lit street lamp hovering over him like a spot light.

The cold air bit at his pale almost grey skin as he sat on the dirty pavement covered in empty wrappers, gum and cigarette butts. His back was against the wall as the rest of his body flopped to the side against the metal base of the street lamp as if the light was the only thing keeping him up - which it literally was.

Alec couldn't remember how long he had been on the streets now.

After coming out to his parents, telling them he was gay, he had found himself sitting out here all day and night for the past few weeks, or was it now months?

His eyes had stopped stinging with the threats of tears that were to spill since he no longer had any left. Crying got him no where in life so what was the point.

Wrapping his arms around his now thin and frail body, Alec shivered, his teeth chattering together as the cold air nipped at his skin. After waking up this morning he'd found frost on the pavement and after listening to passing people talk about the weather he found out that there would be snow on the way.

Is it not only October? Or maybe November?

Alec had no idea what day it was let alone what month. All he knew was it was cold and it was only going to get colder.

Leaning to the side he rummaged through the ripped and tattered bag he'd found in the dumpster a few streets down and pulled out the knitted blanket that he'd found earlier today before draping the material over his body. It wasn't much, it probably wouldn't even keep him warm, but it was something.

Sleep started to take him, pulling him down into the darkness and Alec had gotten to the point in life where he let it. Sleep was a safe place away from everything, but it wasn't a good thing. It wouldn't be the last time Alec had awoken to find someone taking advantage of his young, inexperienced body. No, it happened too many times to count. It's why he now stayed on the main streets, risking the chance with the police. A jail cell would be so much better than the cold streets of Manhattan.

Alec's dull blue eyes flew open when he heard footsteps nearing him. Even if he wanted to get up and run his weak body would never allow him too. All he could do was wait and listen to the footsteps gradually getting closer to him. Squeezing his eyes shut he waited on them passing, God, he hoped they would pass.

Keep moving... keep walking... don't stop...

It wasn't Alec's night.

The footsteps stopped all together right in front of him and Alec opened his eyes slowly, but didn't dare look up. Instead his dull blue orbs focused on the black military styled boots in front of his slumped body.

Silence. Nothing was said. Not until the owner of the black polished boots crouched down so there green-gold eyes met Alec's.

"Now, now... Whats an Angel doing out here on such a cold night?" The soft voice warmed Alec. It was pure. So pure and good to his ears... no, his whole being.

Alec looked away, scared his sinned and dirty body and being would somehow disturb the strangers purity. Well in Alec's eyes it would.

Feeling an index finger and thumb trapping his chin and lifting it so his blue eyes were once again on the strangers he felt his body tense. "Darling," the stranger purred softly, "Your not sleeping out here?" Alec couldn't help but let his eyes take in the caramel skin wrapping the tall, slender man.

Alec nodded, unsure of what else to do. What did this man expect him to say? Yes or no? Maybe nothing. Alec had nothing. All he could do was look up into the green-gold eyes outlined with black eyeliner.

The stranger smiled. It was nothing like the other men's smiles that were more like dirty grins and smirks and managing to take him home for a night or carry out what ever dirty fantasies they had in alleyways, no this was genuine. All Alec could think of was warmth and... goodness.

"Come with me little Angel." he said with his hand stretched out as he stood. "I have a room as well as food and clean clothes for you. Come on, out of the cold."

Alec didn't need to hear anymore. The word 'food' reached his ears and he was sold. Clothes and a room would be bonus' even if it were only for one night. He'd take that. And he did. Alec took the man's hand and let the tall stranger pull him up.

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