- This is rated M for severe language, violence and sexual abuse. Just warning you all again. Thank you and enjoy-

Thriller Night


"Alec!" Magnus called, placing the black taffeta top hat atop his glitter-strewn hair. "Darling, we're going to be late, hurry up! And try to find the shirt with the least amount of holes in it!" He snatched up his cane, tilting the hat at an angle and straightening his vest.

A snap of his fingers and his nails were as purple as his shirt. He smiled, content with himself.

"Alec, I was already late getting ready because of that stupid banshee on 35th street, now hurry-" He spun around and stopped short, eyes growing to immeasurable size. "Up."

Alec was leaning against the doorway to the bathroom, clad from head to toe in brown leather, his vest, his pants and his cowboy boots. His hair was slicked back out of his face, a cowboy hat holding it in place, a few pieces hanging in his face.

Magnus swallowed hard, just staring, black lips parted slightly. "He-hello."

"Hey," Alec smiled shyly. Magnus was slowly moving toward him without realizing it, his catlike eyes lingering on the younger boy's body with predator-like desire and lust.

"G-good God, darling you…you look so…wow," he breathed. Alec blushed a little. Magnus was pressing against him, his lips just a breath away.

"Magnus, we're going to be late," Alec said. Magnus kissed him deeply, thanking whatever gods were out there for long-lasting lipstick. "Ba, babe, we've gotta go!"

"We can be fashionably late."

"We were fashionably late twenty minutes ago! Now we're just rude." Magnus moaned, whining. Alec held his face, trying not to get riled up himself. "Magnus, I promise we can play rodeo when we get back, okay? All night long, but you're going to lose a lot of clients if you don't show up to this thing."

Magnus flushed for a moment, a surge of what could only be described as burning passion, desire and excitement rushing through him like lightning. He kissed him again.


"Alright, alright!" He backed away, gasping. "God you're so fucking sexy right now." Alec kissed his cheek.

"So are you. Now let's go." Magnus frowned.

"You're not one to mingle, why are you so excited to go?"

"Because I want to get it over with," he admitted. Magnus smiled, snatching up his cane.

"Well I can't wait to show you off," he grinned. Alec looked him up and down appreciatively.

"You're the sexiest magician I've ever seen."

"I'm the sexiest magician anyone's ever seen. Your opinion just so happens to be the only one that matters," he smirked. "Now, let's go."

"Wow, Magnus wasn't kidding."

"He's so cute!"

"I didn't think Nephilim could be anything but intimidating and annoying."

"What was his name again? Alex? Adam?"


"Ignore them, darling," Magnus whispered, mouth next to his ear, wrists hooked around his waist. The lights flashed, the music blared, all things unfamiliar to the wide-eyed, self conscious angel attached to him.

"Why is everyone staring at me?"

"Because this is the first time in a hundred years that a member of the Clave has been invited to my All Hallows Eve party," he explained. Alec nodded.

"Oh, okay."

"You're also the most beautiful thing to ever grace my arms since then as well." He softly kissed his ear, swaying his hips back and forth, securing Alec's to the beat when needed.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I'm not used to dancing like this." Magnus smiled, kissing him.

"Just move with me, dear. Dancing is instinct, not skill."

"Then you have amazing instincts."

The song came to a close, another one starting. Magnus grinned.

"They teach you holy children how to tango?" Alec nodded. Magnus pulled him unbearably close.

"How about Johnny Castle tango?" Alec frowned.

"Who?" Magnus sighed.

"Dirty dance with me, baby."

I put a spell on you. Because you're mine.

"I feel silly," Alec confessed.

"Just let go." He spun the boy out, bringing him in close, his face never more than a centimeter away. They moved slowly, slinking across the floor.

Alec could barely breathe, watching Magnus stare at him through those iridescent eyes. body moving like a large cat's, and Alec just so happened to be the prey.

The music continued.

Ain't gonna take none of your foolin' around. I ain't gonna take none of your, puttin' me down.

Magnus gently kissed his neck, breath soft on his skin.

I put a spell on you. Because you're mine.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" Alec whispered shakily. Magnus smiled, eyes locking into his very soul.

"That's my goal, gorgeous," he winked. The song ended. Magnus dipped him low, holding his leg, thumbing his thigh. He kissed him. "You're beautiful." Alec smiled softly up at him.

"Happy Halloween, baby." He touched his cheek when they stood up. "And Happy Birthday."

They laughed, hanging off of each other, staggering through the park without caring who heard them. Children laughed throughout the streets, ringing doorbells, collecting candy and ignoring the two young men dressed in strange costumes, one covered head to toe in glitter.

"I had more fun than I thought I would," Alec admitted.

"Well, thank you for going," Magnus smiled.

"Yeah, like I'm going to miss your birthday. What kind of boyfriend would that make me?" He scoffed. "I feel bad that I didn't get you anything."

Magnus linked his fingers in his, smiling.

"Just being with you makes this the best birthday I've had in eight hundred years," he said softly, hugging him. "I love you so much."

"You've never had a good birthday?"

"Until the past four months my life had been terrible. A wasted existence full of pain and bad memories. Until I met you, every birthday I've had reminded me of how condemned, how damned I was. It made me remember why my mother killed herself and why my father mercilessly beat me day in and day out. You're the reason I want to live, my love."

Alec stared at him for a moment. Just looked in those eyes. His eyes reflected his age, a flash quick as lightning showing the pain that resided behind them. He smiled at him, kissing him gently.

"Well, then here's the first of many good birthdays." They moved to kiss again, but froze, each of their instincts heightened.

"You heard it too," Magnus whispered. The boy nodded, hand reaching slowly for the stele at his hip. He felt Magnus's fingers prickle on his bare skin.

They came from nowhere, at least a dozen of them.

Alec's stele was knocked from his hand and kicked far out of reach before he had time to think. His arms were restrained behind his back, held tight and viciously.

They had a handful of Magnus's hair, five of them needed just to restrain him. They tied a sort of crooked cross made of a strange alloy around his neck. He screamed.

"Magnus!" Alec doubled his efforts to get away.

"Shut your fuckin' mouth, faggot," a voice hissed in his ear. Magnus gasped for air, looking around at the Shadowhunters that were holding them. One stood between them, smirking at him.

"You know what that medallion does, don't you?" He chortled. Magnus glared at him. "Takes away your powers, doesn't it? You're just a helpless little mundane now."

"Let him go," Magnus growled. "Do whatever you want to me, I don't care. Just let Alec go."

"Why? So he can go and get his sister and Wayland? Little Lightwood can't defend himself, huh?" The boy laughed along with the others. He stepped in front of him, glaring at the young Shadowhunter.

"You disgrace us," he sneered. "Destroy the name of Nephilim with your filth. You disgusting little faggot." He punched him several times in the jaw. Magnus grunted and fought.

Alec coughed, his head bowed, when the boy finally stopped. Blood fell from his lips. "Let Magnus go," he coughed. "If you think I'm dishonoring the Clave and want to hurt me for it, fine. Let Magnus go."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? But he'd get your family too, now wouldn't he? No, both of you fags are going to die tonight. Happy fucking Halloween."

He punched Alec some more, hitting his ribs and his face before nodding to the others. They let him go, leaving him gagging on the ground, trying to push himself up.

The boy put his boot in his back, shoving him down, hard.

"You watch what we're gonna do to your slut," he growled, looking at Magnus. "And you wait your turn."

The mundanes in the surrounding area heard and saw nothing. And how could they when all of the assaulting Shadowhunters had put glamour all around the area they were committing this awful act. No one heard the screams or saw the blood. Agony rested on deaf ears, jeers and slurs nothing in the wind.

The rain poured and the boys left.

Two bloody, naked, bruised and broken bodies remained, one holding the other, shielding him from the freezing rain that would surely kill them both on this frozen night.

They were all alone, the only source of comfort was the other, and knowing they would at least be dying together.


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