Soulmates (A Malec Fanfiction)

Searching

With a heavy sigh Alec scrubbed the ink off his arm before he collapsed, exhausted, onto his bed. His so-called 'soulmate' had still not replied and Alec couldn't shake off the heavy feeling of rejection that weighed him down. He had hoped that no one else noticed how he had kept continuously checking for a reply but no one had; or if they had they were doing a good job of not showing it. After checking one last time Alec sank onto his bed and fell asleep immediately, the stress of the day having taken it's toll on him. 

 Magnus, on the other hand, was unable to sleep. The message that his soulmate had left him had left Magnus shaken in ways he couldn't remember feeling since a certain young Herondale had entered his life suddenly. 

 Magnus searched every book in the vast library he had collected over the centuries for more information on soulmates but he couldn't understand why it was happening to him now. He had often heard the world soulmate and, in his younger days, longed for one but he had never really given much thought into them being real. A soulmate was meant to be the first, and only, love someone experienced and Magnus had a long list of past lovers. 

 Once he had exhausted all the information on the subject from the library he resorted to using the mundane Internet, where he found hoards of stories on the topic - but all of them different and none quite summarising what Magnus was feeling. Once again, mundanes fictionalising something important... Magnus mused, in his head recounting his various encounters with mundanes and how much the strange creatures had changed over the centuries of Magnus' life. One thing however had not changed, the obsession with finding 'the one'. All of the results on Google were of two lovers who beat the odds and then went on to have a happily ever after. Magnus wished such a thing was possible for someone like him. 

 He inwardly cursed himself for letting his mind wander, the night had long since turned to dawn and Magnus was still no closer to discovering who his soulmate was or how to find them. He tried to stay on task but reading all night had tired him. All the tracking spells he knew required him to know who the person he was searching for was, and Magnus did not have that luxury. He was already worrying that he would be too late, as the message had warned. 

 "Am I too late?" he asked turning to face Chairman Meow who was been cleaning himself atop of Magnus' favourite armchair. The cat momentarily glanced up, displeased at being interrupted, then went back to cleaning himself. 

 Not far away from teh High Warlock's apartment the Head of the New York Institute woke up with a start from a fretful dream in which he was walking through a dark maze, guided as if an unknown force was compelling him. Finally he reached an end, where an unknown, dark skinned figure raised a hand in greeting. Alec felt a sudden sense of satisfaction - he had finally found the one that he had been searching for. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew that whoever this figure was they were the ones that could put an end to the darkness that Alec felt constantly around him. He woke with a start before the figure's identity could be revealed and as he sat up Alec felt waves of disappointment crash over him