Famous: A Malec AU Fanfiction

Chapter 32

It took him another moment to realize that that was the smell of Camille's perfume.

"I hope you two are enjoying yourselves," Camille's voice was as smooth as velvet, "it really is lovely. I picked out the decorations myself, you know."

Alec nodded to himself, and Magnus muttered something about humbleness being an attractive trait under his breath. He was fairly certain that the woman heard the remark, for her smile twitched slightly.

"We are," Alec cleared his throat, suddenly feeling very dry, "this is a wonderful party."

Camille beamed at them, or rather, she beamed more at Magnus.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot," she spoke in a way that suggested that she had not forgotten at all, "Raphael, he's by the drinks, Magnus. He says that he wanted a word with you, alone in private."

Magnus raised his eyebrow, and then turned to Alec. He gave him a slight nod and a look of encouragement. He should go see what the young director wants, Alec would be perfectly fine on his own.

After giving Alec a butterfly kiss on his cheek, Magnus left. Alec felt his face burn a little, as it always did whenever Magnus displayed small shows of affection to him like this own in the public. It wasn't unpleasant though, and it made Alec feel as if he had flowers blooming inside of his chest.

"Ah, Alec," Camille now was holding a shining glass of dark red wine delicately between her fingers. Alec was reminded of vampires, drinking blood from their victims. It sent shudders up his entire body, and he had to use every ounce of body control not to shudder. He could recall that Camille had once created a detailed vampire costume, being a designer and all. He couldn't help but think that she would fit the part very well.

Her eyes followed Magnus as he made his way to the drinks table to the side, and Alec's eyes followed as well. For the occasion, Magnus had dumped red, green, and gold glitter into his wild spikes of dark hair, and they sparkled whenever he moved underneath the bright lights of the party.

"You truly did get lucky," Camille mused to Alec, "he never really loved me."

Alec knew that he had to be on guard, and he schooled his expression into one of boredom, "I suppose I did. Magnus is the love of my life."

"It's odd," Camille seemed more calculating than thoughtful to Alec, "I always thought that he would end up with Will."

"Will?" despite it, Alec could hear the edge in his voice now. He had to stay alert, he had to be careful around Camille, he knew that all too well.

"Will Herondale," she continued on, and the glee was clear in her voice, "Charming young boy, with the same coloring as you. Magnus always did love the ones with blue eyes and night hair."

Alec felt the tension in his shoulders return, "I know Will, he's a good friend of Magnus's. He's in love with Teresa Gray, though. You can ask him yourself."

"Hm," she took a small sip of her wine, expertly not staining her dark lipstick, "so he kisses all of his friends then?"

He didn't reply to this.

"I bet William was a good kisser though. Magnus looked like he was having a lot of fun with it when I walked in on the two of them. I wonder if he would be willing to share the pretty boy. William is always so exciting, he's like a breath of fresh air. No wonder Magnus took a particular liking to him." she mused to herself, her eyes flickering to Alec thoughtfully.

He had to get out of there.

Some people had stopped, had started to stare at Alec. He could see some of the other people who had been invited, celebrities all casting him different looks. Some of them looked just as amused as Camille did, others were giving him looks of pure pity.

Alec tried to look back at the, in fear that they would see the doubt in his eyes.

"Excuse me," he said, and brushed past her. He could still feel her snake-like smile on his back. He was the mouse who had been caught in the trap, vulnerable, and easy for anything to pick up and destroy.

Alec didn't even bother to worry about the cold. He just stepped out into the world of frost and snow in front of him, the chilling weather seeping beneath his clothes and past his skin. It felt that there was ice surrounding his heart.

Camille could just be playing with him, he thought to himself, she could be lying. For all he knew, everything she was saying were just things that she was coming up with on the fly.

Will, Will and Magnus were close though. They had known each other before Alec had even met Magnus, before he had even started acting in anything at all. Will, William Herondale was daring and bright. He was a burning star that sucked up all the attention in the room. Alec realized how much he was like Magnus, how much they would fit together.

Alec could never be like him.

He was in the back garden of Camille's garden, he realized as he was just starting to take in his surroundings again. All the green plants and colorful flowers that must've been blooming there before were completely covered in snow.

In nothing but his tuxedo and borrowed silk tie from Magnus, Alec felt as if he would freeze over. He hadn't taken his coat when he had gone out, it must've still been hanging by the door. He wasn't going back in now to go get it, though. Alec didn't think he could stand it now if he heard everyone whispering about what Camille had claimed.

Alec, being cheating on by Magnus Bane, because of the younger, brighter actor that stood out more than Alec himself ever would. He ran his hands through his now tangled hair, trying to rub off Camille's words. Had it really just been earlier, when Magnus had kissed him in their home, and promised that Camille would just be messing with him?

Alec didn't know how to read Magnus's smile then, if it had really been as warm as Alec thought that it had been. He could almost see Will and Magnus now together, and the image seemed to burn into his mind. It was sitting in his head, so nothing he could do could possibly get rid of it.

Alec hugged himself tightly, shivering against the wind. It wasn't just that wind and the rest of the weather was chilling him right now though, freezing him so that he didn't seem to be able to move.

He wished, more than anything, that Max might've been there.

Max always seemed to have warmth with him, no matter how cold the weather might've been. Alec could remember Christmas nights back at his old home, when everyone would curl around the youngest member of the family because he was warm. Max would look annoyed when everyone pressed against him on the couch, claiming that he was trying to read. Alec always thought from the gleam in his eyes though, that he was secretly pleased that they all had to rely on him.

Suddenly, some of the warmth disappeared, and Alec realized that a heavy, familiar trench coat had been draped over him. He could recognize the thick smell of birthday cake and candles that drifted from it, and the pockets that were stick with dropped hair and eye glitter.

"Magnus," he said, his eyes widening slightly when he looked up towards the bright, jewel-toned eyes. Alec couldn't read the look in them.