The Mortal Instruments; Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn

After the Meeting

In the darkness, I could see two glistening orbs of light beside me. They sang an angel's music by merely existing; upon which had been tainted by a demon's blood... 

I winced at the thought. Magnus is perfect, I said to myself, why should I care if he is a Warlock? 

As if he could read my mind, doubtless he can, I felt him squirm slightly in my embrace. 

"Alec," he whispered, defying my uncharacteristic silence. He traced my collar bone with his tender fingers - I relaxed under his spell. His eyes are no mark... I pulled my arm up to his face. His cat-eyes glistening with the light of the stars.

I delved into his lips, unable to refuse his open offer. The sweet seduction that is him. Demonic child or not - I love him. 

Jace had left to talk to the Inquisitor. Doubtless, that was not going to turn out well - but, nonetheless, I demanded myself not to worry too much about him. Though Jace was on his mind a lot of the time, it wasn't the same as with the Warlock. Warlock, I repeated in my mind. A few days ago I hated the entire race... Now I can't get him out of my head. 

"This better not be a spell," I said out loud. Apparently, Isabelle, my sister had heard me. She stared, her heavily accusational eyes wide; as if I were wearing something out-of-place. 

"What?" She glared. 

I merely looked out of the window of the room, muttering, "Nothing." 

"Sure." 

I glanced back at her. She always looked beautiful; but for some reason, she was remarkably stunning today. Would Magnus... Prefer her? I shook myself slightly in attempt to get rid of the thought, forever. No. He has to-- 

My thoughts were interrupted by Isabelle, who had come up close to my neck.

"Is that a bite on your neck?" She looked bewildered, utterly innocent - though everyone who knew her could prove otherwise. 

I instantly pulled my hand to my neck, "No," I stated bluntly, "I fell."

She rolled her eyes. "Sure you did. On your 'walk' last night. Along the path, on teeth-shaped rocks, right?" 

I winced. She convinced me to move my hand. Evaluating the wound, she merely said;

"Ah."

Then left for her bedroom, saying she 'had something to do'...