Bloodlines: An Alec and Magnus (Malec) Fanfiction

Chapter 4

I tell Izzy and Jace what Josiane said and they're instantly and thoroughly outraged.

"That bitch." Izzy snaps. "I wish I'd been there to give her a piece of my mind."

"She sounds like she's going to be a total pain in the ass." Jace says. "Let's just feed her to Church."

I slam mugs down on the counter angrily, helping Izzy and Jace make drinks to take to the guests, who are just waking up.

"Izzy, you are way smarter than her, I'll bet you anything. And Jace, you've been a Lightwood for years, you always will be. You're our family." I say, still fuming.

"And Alec, you're not a freak. You're just not like the other Downworlders. What, that's a bad thing? You're special, Alec, because you're part of all the alliances. Is she a Council representative? No." Izzy seethes, stirring coffee with more force than is probably necessary. I decide not to mention the fact she is sloshing the drink over the rim of the mug.

Jace nods in agreement with Izzy, looking equally furious. But that's just it: I don't care what Josiane or anyone else says about me. They can say what they like, but if they speak a word against my family, then I'm unlikely to be kind about it.

"Whatever." I scowl. "Let's go. We have to take these drinks upstairs."

The cacophony of noise is overwhelming. Shadowhunters in all different conditions, speaking a variety of languages, crowd the library, which is as close as we're currently getting to the intended meeting.

"Hello? Quiet, please." I call, half-heartedly.

"Excuse me?" I say, a little louder.

No one even glances at me. Except, that is, for Magnus. I cast him a helpless look and he winks. He raises a hand calmly and the room is doused into complete darkness, save for the blue light glowing from Magnus's raised hand. When the room falls into shocked silence, the talking dying down almost instantaneously, he raises the light again, the witchlights in their brackets on the walls relighting once again. Finally, everyone is silent, and I have their attention. Well, their attention is focused in vaguely my direction; more accurately in the direction of my boyfriend stood beside me, smirking.

"Now everyone be quiet and listen." Magnus says, and gestures to me.

I try to imagine what my dad would do in this scenario. He would be commanding this room. Silence would have fallen with his entrance. He wouldn't be fighting for the control and respect of his audience, because they'd offer it him willingly. But I, I remind myself, am not my dad. I'm me and I'll do this as me, and no one else.

"Hi," I say, with a slight smile. "I'm Alec Lightwood. I'm temporary Head of this institute along with my brother and sister, Jace and Isabelle." I gesture to them, and they smile easily. "And this is Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn." I gesture to him as well, and he grins, sitting himself on the desk behind us. "We actually have very little idea of the...events of last night. Would anyone care to explain?"

I'm met by a wall of loud explanation, voices clamouring to be heard over the noise, and my eyes widen, overwhelmed. Without even noticing I'm doing it, I back up a little, my back striking the desk sharply.

"Hey, hey." Magnus says, raising his hand again warningly. "Quiet."

When silence follows, he continues.

"Alec is the reason all of you are alive right now. He was the one who made the decision for this institute to be a safe place for all shadowhunters if there's any danger. So, if it isn't any trouble, let him speak." He smiles charmingly. "Thank you."