Quest For Love (And Maybe Even Saving the World in Process)

Chapter 1

Malec

Alec's POV

I hate those cellphones. Phones too, actually. I get that we are in modern New York and all, but fire messages are still what I prefer. People can hear the tone of your voice on the phone; nobody can tell what you are feeling in a letter. For what I was about to do, fire messages seemed like my best option. Even though I thought that, I kept looking back and forth from the phone to the paper and pen. I couldn't decide myself. Do you call or write to your ex to get him back?

I asked Izzy. After all, she does know about breakup and boys, which was in my case, all I needed to learn about. She told me that I was handling this terribly and she sent me off to his apartment. Writing to him seemed perfectly right for the situation, but I decided to trust Izzy and her feminine instincts. That's how I ended up walking down New York's streets, heading straight to his apartment.

I didn't really prepare a speech or anything. I kept glancing at my watch, hoping he would be home so I could see him. It's been three months since I haven't talked to him. Three months where I had been completely miserable, according to Izzy and Jace.

I didn't really know what I was hoping for. Being able to talk to him or getting him back. I didn't really know. Maybe seeing him was just enough.

As I entered his apartment block, a load of memories came back to me. Magnus and I holding hands, going out to see one of his favourite mundane movies. I found them pretty boring and kept commenting on how the demons didn't look realistic, which made Magnus laugh. He used to shut me up with a kiss, which immediately made me stop talking. Every moment in his company should've been cherished.

A dumb smiled crossed my face as I stood in front of his door. This smile was soon replaced by a frown, as I remembered when he told me to get my things and leave my key on the table. I remember too well the day I packed my clothes and gear, tears blurring my vision. I left everything he bought me, except for that blue scarf. With shaking hands, I had put the key on the table, thinking it would be my last memory of him.

I ran my fingers through my hair, and they landed on that scarf. Izzy told me to wear it since I was terrible with relationships. Wearing his gift would help me. At least, that's what Izzy thought.

I knocked on the door. It took a minute or two before he opened it, which made me worry. He always magically opened the door after a few seconds. Was he there? Did he get hurt? Was he as depressed as I was?

In the middle of my mental questions, he opened the door. He seemed surprised.

"Alexander," he began, "What an... unexpected surprise."

I panicked. He said 5 words. Nothing special. But I panicked anyways.

"Um hi. It's just that... That um... I wanted to um... Give you back the scarf. Yeah um," I responded and as soon regretted my answer.

Magnus seemed hurt. The only gift he knew I still had. And now I was giving it back. There was no denying: he once loved me as much as I loved him. And now, I was giving him back the token of his love. I think I've never regretted something that much in my whole life. Nothing.

I was about to apologize when I heard a voice coming from his apartment. Instantly, my hand flew to my belt, where I was hiding a knife. I would tear open the heart of that demon who thought of hurting Magnus.

Surprisingly, it was a gorgeous young woman who came towards the door. She wasn't more that 20. If it wasn't for her blond hair, she reminded me of Isabelle, with her curvy body and height.

She was wrapped in one of Magnus' sparkly purple shirts, bare legs.

"You coming back?" she asked.

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This is the first part of my Malec fanfiction :) I really hope you liked it... Please leave comments because I really need advice (I want to be an author someday :D ) thanks for the support :)

~Augustobiace (I have a page with the same name on Facebook, if you want to go take a look!)