Revisions: A Vampire Academy and Shadowhunter Chronicles Crossover

Chapter Three: Alec

"I think we've landed on the set of The Dead Poets Society." Alec Lightwood groaned as his friends and he stepped into Guest Housing, one of the many buildings in the Royal Court.

"Close, but I was thinking more of a cross between that and the Palace of Versailles." His boyfriend, Magnus Bane, mused.

Alec sighed, "Let me guess... You've been there?"

Magnus shrugged, used to Alec's harsh behavior on the subject of his vast experiences. "Modern technology has proven, dear Alexander, that I only need a book or a computer to know what the Palace of Versailles looks like. You don't have to assume everything!"

Alec raised an eyebrow, "So you're telling me out of eight hundred years of life you've never been to the Palace of Versailles?"

"Of course I have! I was just reminding you that it doesn't take a world traveler to know what the Palace of Ver-"

"Will you shut it!" Alec's sister, Isabelle Lightwood, whispered in front of them. She was checking them in at the front desk. The Moroi man was looking at her curiously. Alec cursed silently.

Because Moroi were mortal vampires they were not granted the gift of seeing through glamour unlike their immortal brethren and other species of Downworlders. And due to that fact it would have been useful for the shadowhunters to glamour themselves before arriving. The Moroi's curious glance wasn't the first since their coming. Just because they were guests did not mean the Nephilim were an everyday sight for the Moroi. Luckily they had not encountered too many dhampirs so curiousity was the only tension in the air.

Simon Lewis, Isabelle's boyfriend and pain in Alec's ass, yawned, "It's way too early to be bickering."

Isabelle sighed turning towards them as the Morio got their keys. "You know if you got up when every other shadowhunter gets up you may not have this problem..."

"I Ascended, not sell my soul!"

Three keys and seven flights of stairs -Izzy's brilliant idea- later, Alec was collapsed on the bed watching Magnus as he 'unpacked'. Magnus' version of unpacking included tossing stuff onto the floor as he looked for his eyeliner. As much as Alec loved bunking with his boyfriend it was hard to forget what a drama queen he was.

"Where is it!" He yelled,"I am not seeing a queen with out makeup!"

"You're wearing some right now... What's the big deal?"

"Do you know how easily eyeliner fades, Alexander?!"

"You're a warlock can't you 'borrow' some?" 'Borrowing' was a nice way of saying Magnus would conjure and steal the item.

"Oh... Yeah that's right isn't it" Magnus scratched his head.

"Ugh I should have just kept my mouth shut," Alec muttered.

Magnus turned around to respond, but was interrupted by a small knock on the door. "Come in" he called not bothering to clean up to Alec's annoyance.

Jace and Clary walked in.

"About time!" Magnus said standing up.

"About time? It looks like you guys just got here!" Jace exclaimed sitting on the bed next to Alec, "Can you believe this place? I knew the Clave was spending it's money on the wrong things!"

"Why do you keep on treating this like a vacation? We may be showing our respects, but once the guardians figure out who we are all this living in luxury will more than likely change!" Alec scolded.

"They can't hate us that much can they?" Clary asked eying the mess on the floor.

"Not everyone is Rose and Dimitri, biscuit," Magnus smiled,"The gaurdians only see two things: those they need to protect and those that are threats."

"But we haven't done anything to them... Oh wait... we have haven't we?" Before the Accords the shadowhunters had reveired Downworlders the same as demons. The Accords defined the difference between the two and what made them the same in their eyes. It made interaction with the races better, but in no way perfect.

"Eh it could be worse... I'm pretty sure they'll just treat us like Rose and Dimitri did in the beginning." Alec winced at the memory, it had involved an 'accidental' drink to the face and an immediate escort to the door. But an invitation to dinner by Lissa had patched things up.

A knock on the door woke Alec from his reverie. Clary opened it to reveal a nervous Moroi. Clary gestured for him to come inside, but the Moroi stayed put.

"Queen Vasilisa requests your presence. She says to come as soon as you have changed." And with that abrupt message the Moroi hastily left.

"Changed? I didn't think that she would be the formal attire kind of queen..." Alec said getting up from the bed. He was in no mood to get out his 'occassion' sweater.

"Well she's certainly not the laid back tee shirt queen if thats what you assumed..." Jace stood up as well, "Shall we?" He motioned to Clary. With a few small good-byes they left to go to their room. Alec opened his suitcase and rifled for his sweater.

"I swear to God, Alexander, if you put on that sweater Vasilisa will confuse you for a vagabond"