As If I Have Met You Before

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Square Filled: Meet Ugly

Ship: Jace Wayland/Alec Lightwood

Rating: T

Tags: Shadowhunterbingo, meet ugly, AU, Shadowhunter Jace Wayland, Vampire Alec Lightwood, captured Alec Lightwood, Valentine is not a good father, hurt Alec Lightwood, blood drinking

Summary: Jace couldn't help but feel drawn to the Vampire his father had captured.

Created for shadowhunterbingo

Jace usually did his utmost to avoid the 'prison' section of the warehouse the Circle was currently setting up shop in New York. He hated the depression that radiated off the Downworlder's that always triggered a helpless rage in the blond. He hated seeing what his father did to them all in the name of the Angel and the superiority of the Shadowhunter race.

However, Jace found himself drawn to the prison of the warehouse more often in the past week, in particular the newest vampire that they had dragged in. He had messy hair as dark as the runes that decorated Jace's skin and hazel eyes that always seemed to find Jace whenever the Shadowhunter walked in.

The vampire hadn't uttered a word since he was brought in, no matter how badly he was burned with UV rays, how much blood was taken from him or how much was injected into him. He stayed deadly silent, the others thought he was a mute or saw it as a weakness; Jace, on the other hand, saw it as strength.

"You're stronger than you're letting on, you could tear through these idiots within a minute… Why don't you?" Jace blurted out three days after he caught himself watching the black-haired vampire. The blond made sure he was alone so it was only him and the vampire in the room that acted as a cell for the Downworlder.

"Why do you care so much?" The vampire retorted, his voice rough and low but somehow it felt like coming home to the blond like he had heard it in a dream of another life.

"What?" Jace took a step back, taken aback by the question. The vampire rose from the floor, his skin burned from the latest round of torture he endured but he didn't show any discomfort from it.

"You've been watching me, but I've been watching you. You aren't the same as these fanatics'. You aren't acting superior to us; you seem to be in as much pain as we are. So I ask again, why do you care so much?" The vampire stepped closer to the bars of the cell that stood between him and Jace.

"I'm Valentine's son, I'm here because my father would kill me if I tried to leave. I'm as much a prisoner as you are, but you have a chance to get away and I just… I think you of all the Downworlder's he has taken could do it." Jace didn't know why he was all but spilling his guts to this vampire, but it was something in those hazel eyes that made him want to talk.

"If you could getaway… What would you do?" The vampire curled his fingers around the bar, tilting his head to the side as he examined Jace curiously.

"I'm…I'm not sure, I never really thought about… Thinking about it would give me hope and I'm not sure I could handle having hope knowing it would amount to nothing." Jace admitted quietly, almost ashamed that he had never thought too in-depth about what his life could be away from Valentine, away from this meaningless war his father was fighting.

"I understand that feeling blondie, far too well…" The vampire said, understanding evident in his eyes and Jace found himself stepping up to the bars, the keys to the cell feeling like lead in his jacket pocket.

"If you got out of here… What would you do?" Jace asked quietly, needing to know the vampire's thoughts on that.

"I would make sure Valentine couldn't hurt anyone again… Make sure you were safe from him, make you safe in a way I think you've never felt before." The vampire spoke, slowly reaching his right hand through the space between the bars and brushed his fingertips over the blond's cheek. Jace shuddered at the cold touch and at the promise the vampire was all but giving him.

Jace shoved his hand into his pocket and fumbled with the key before inserting it into the lock of the cell and twisted it. Jace kicked at the bars until the door swung inward forcing the vampire back a few steps, a surprised yet pleased look on his face.

"I'm Jace," Jace smiled as he stepped into the cell, within range of the vampire.

"Alec," Alec smiled, flashing his sharp teeth that reminded Jace Alec was indeed a vampire but in his heart, he knew he was doing the right thing.

"If you're going to get out, you'll need blood," Jace said as he unzipped his jacket and tugged the collar of his shirt away from his collarbone, enjoying the way the other inhaled sharply.

"Are you offering your blood freely blondie?" Alec stepped closer, running his hand through Jace's hair before cupping the back of the Shadowhunter's neck.

"I am, just make sure we get out of here alive yeah?" Jace chuckled, as he was pulled flush against Alec.

"That won't be a problem," Alec assured the blond before he sank his fangs into his neck. Jace moaned in surprise at the surge of pleasure the bite was causing him even as Alec drank deeply. Jace barely noticed the way the warehouse shook and exploded around him, but he did notice the smile Alec's lips were forming against his neck and somehow Jace had never felt more relaxed than he did right now.