Omega in the Slaughterhouse (Malec Fanfic)

Chapter 4- Waking up

Next update planned on: 16/03/2022

Alec felt out his surroundings as he slowly woke from the sleeping spell which had been cast on him without his knowledge. As his muddled mind started to register small sounds, Alec analysed it all internally.

'Voices'

'soft sheets'

'mattress' Alec thought.

And then his capacity to smell set in and his eyes shot open as he thought 'ALPHA'. Alec forced himself to be silent as he climbed out of the sheets and decided that the only place he could hide was under the bed. The other selves seemed to hover over the floor as a sweeping rug swiped itself over the floor.

How had he gotten here? Who was this Alpha whose scent he smelled? Why had he been in a bed that was soaked in this scent? Oh god- had he been drugged? Had he been-...no he'd feel it otherwise, wouldn't he? At least some dregs of soreness, right? But he was an Omega...they said he was built to do this, so would HE feel the aftermath of intercourse? As a person BUILT to do it?

He felt his lungs constrict in his chest as if metal bars had been put around to keep them from expanding again. As his mind started flashing options, one more horrific than the other, Alec felt the suffocation hit him, like a slow parasite infestation that settled in but never left. He lost the sense of time as he forced himself to pull in a small breath. He needed to get out. To leave. Get back to safety in his room at the institute.

But could he ever leave without being noticed? He was in the bed of an Alpha. Never would he let him go.

If he had been a Beta, maybe, but an Alpha? No way he'd let go of an Omega, especially because he wasn't in the room of a Nephilim. Shadowhunters had weapons and wichlights scattered everywhere in their rooms and Alec had seen none. Mundanes were all betas and didn't own some of the levitating objects Alec could see here, if the flying automatic shoe cleaning and polishing device which was currently just making a black polished shoe fly towards it was any help.

'Downworlder', Alec thought.

'Possibly a warlock.'

He decided to stay here and wait until the voices had left, then he would try to open the window and run from the inevitable wards the Downworlder would put up (be it a pack of wolves, a herd of angry unicorns which tried to impale you with their horns, bloodthirsty guards or magical wards).

The chances were slim, but significantly slimmer if he did try that while people were in the room next to him. Alec looked at himself and frowned. 'These are not my clothes' he thought as the panic rose with the realisation. He needed to remember what happened. Concentrating he saw the flash of a dumpster, then the claustrophobia as he was locked in the dark, sitting in filth that rubbed into his wounds- And the smell...Alec had feared he'd throw up on himself and possibly injure himself even more. He remembered the beating and somebody cutting him open while calling him a filthy Omega Faggot.

A disgrace who didn't deserve to even be Nephilim. A person more disgusting than Valentine Morgenstern, cause of the dark war. A sob escaped him and he quickly put his hand over his mouth, but it already was too late: the conversation in the other room had silenced. He heard footsteps, then somebody turned a doorknob and entered the room. The door closed again and as Alec looked from under the bed, he saw a pair of sparkly formal shoes.

"Omega?" A soft voice said, it was very deep, clearly Alpha.

"You can come out of wherever you're hiding, I mean no harm," the man said. Alec shivered, 'Alphas, all liars' he thought. He barely dared to pull a breath, he couldn't be heard. Because being heard would mean being found and being found would mean being caught and killed or worse. Alec almost squealed in terror as he heard a soft thumping sound. He could see purple glittery pants now; the Alpha had sat down.