(It's been while since I've done anything. It's been a rough time the past few months and I apologize for not updating any of my stories. I'll try too sometime soon. Also there may be some misspellings because now my Microsoft word wont work. So yeah. Enjoy!:D Also I only own Jax and Vincent)

Chapter 1. Relationships

I lay in my room in my father's apartment. Which i had the lights off in my room and I had spent the last few hours just staring up at the ceiling. My father was having a party today, and I for one was a little excited for it. I liked the the variety of downworlders that came to the parties. Suddenly there was a knock on my door. But i continued to look up at the ceiling.

"Jax? My son, the guests are arriving as i speak," he said opening my door and walking inside.

Magnus Bane, with his cat slit golden eyes stood in my room. He is the high warlock of Brooklyn, and also my father. I was popular in the Downworld because of this. But I didn't like just being known as "Magus Bane glorious son", and my father didn't like me being called that either. Said it ruined the Bane name.

"So?" I felt irritable, and I really didn't want to socialize today.

He tilted his head toward me, "something's bothering you"

I shook my head, "Not really"

He sat on the end of the bed, "You're not a good liar"

I let out sigh, "Just the same dreams. Of the shadowhunters facing other shadowhunters. The bloodshed is unbelievable. All lead by my friend, the son of Valentine. But I haven't saw him in ages and I would hate to see him die."

My father shuddered, "I still don't like you being friends with him. He's not normal."

"Like you have room to talk. With your golden cat eyes" I said.

He let out a laugh, "Oh and you have room to talk? I'm not the one with dog ears, like that one dude from that anime show you watch. Also your eyes are golden too son."

I rolled my eyes, "His name is Inuyasha father. And ladies love the ears"

"Maybe they just love who your dad is."

I snarled at him, he pat my head. Ruffling my white hair "Only kidding killer."

Slowly he got up and headed to the door. He was about to shut the door, then he said one last thing.

"Oh yeah. Your shadowhunter friend, Crossblood is here." A smile played across his face.

I sat up immediately, "Vincent is here?"

But the door closed behind him, damn him. He always liked to do that to everyone. Leave them with a question. Man it's a pain sometimes. But i love my father regardless, he's all I got. I might not been something he planned on having in his life. But he took me in arms wide open and has taught me many things. In 18 years I've learned so much from him, and he still has so much more to tell me. One thing he always says is, "To not get into Shadowhunter business, don't get involved. They all die eventually". Which made me sad, because I didn't like thinking of Vincent or Jonathan or Krysty dying. They are my friends.

I quickly jumped out of my bed, then realized I had been relaxing in just my underwear. The guests might not enjoy the sight, or they might too much. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of black jeans. Putting them on, I looked in my closet for a "acceptable" party shirt. Nothing popped out as acceptable, so, I put on a black tank top. Then strolled out to the living room barefoot.

As soon as my door opened, several downworlders looked over. Some smiled, others glared. So far mostly vampires were here, and some of the Fair Folk. So it smelled of dirt and blood in the room. Nasty. Not only did i have dog ears, but my sense of smell and sight is heightened along with my hearing. When these two downworlder groups are together near me, it drives me insane. My father looked over at me with a sly smile. He knew I hated the smell.

My gaze was locked on my father, so when i was tapped on my shoulder i nearly leaped out of my skin. I knew someone was around but not that close to me. I whipped around quickly, and i smiled at who tapped me.

"For a warlock you move fast," said a white haired, pale blue eyed shadowhunter girl.

I laughed, " and for someone that's blind, you can find your way around rather easily. Plus you seem to forget all I do is train, so of course."

Her facial expression changed to a goofy one, she stuck her tongue out at me.

"Son take your little shadowhunter friend to your room so socialize, the downworlders aren't exactly comfortable with her here." My father said walking up to me.

Vincent extended her hand to him, which he shook. And they've met before, but it's just what Vincent does every time she comes by. I didn't understand it. But my father always was happy to be respected by anyone.

Doing like my father asked, I went to my room and Vincent followed. Once we were both in I shut the door. She walked over to my bed and sat down.

"Just a little messy in here Jax?" She said with a slight smile.

I still didn't understand how she could figure out her surroundings by just being somewhere. And she was right, my room was a little messy. I shrugged, not that she could see it. But i bet she knew i did it.

"Only a little," I trailed over to my window.

Looking out it, downworlders were sparsely coming this way. I took a seat on the windowsill. Vincent was shuffling her feet back and forth, i looked over at her. She was doing it for entertainment, that's my guess. Suddenly she reached down and picked up the bouncy ball on the floor. Then began to throw it in the air and played catch with herself. Amazing that she could do that. After a few seconds of watching her, I looked back outside. Watching the people on the street. I frowned down at them. The poor mundanes have no idea what's beyond their reach. What's right in front of them, that they just can't see. I felt bad for them. There was so much they're missing out on, oh well i guess.

"What's wrong?" Vincent asked.

I didn't look at her, "Hm?"

She stood up, stilling playing with the ball. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head, "Nothing"

Vincent walked over towards me, then ran one of her fingers around the tip of one of my ears. The action was actually kind of soothing, and she did it often when she knew something was wrong. But how could I tell her I had a dream where the Shadowhunters fought against their own kind. I couldn't and I don't like to hide things from her or Krysty.

"How can you tell somethings wrong?" I asked her, genuinely curious.

She hugged me, i leaned against her. "I don't need sight to tell my best friend is upset about something. It's just the way your aura comes off to me. I can just tell, I really can't explain it."

Auras. That's how she can sense things. Plus her senses are enhanced, I've witnessed this myself. Her reflexes are incredibly fast, she's fast. It's quiet odd for me to watch my blind friend be a lot faster than me. Especially sense I can see things coming, and she cannot.

Vincent pulled away from me, but continued to play with my ears. I swatted at her hand lightly.

"Quit it," I said softly.

But she continued to ignore my command. I stood up and she darted back. She giggled, I glared at her. Within a split second i was in her face, snarling lowly.

"Down boy" She said with a smile.

I glared at her, "Shut it. You're not my master, nor do you control me. I do what I want"

"Someone's awfully feisty today," she pushed me slightly.

I ignored her attempts to literally push me around. I went and sat on my bed. She leaned against the wall.

"So there any girls wanting Sir fluffsalot?" She laughed lowly and smiled.

I face-palmed, "Your nicknames for me get more and more ridiculous each time." I leaned back on my hands. "Of course there are girls wanting me. I'm the son of Magnus Bane, that attracts a lot of attention towards me. Honestly most of them probably just want my father."

She rolled her eyes. When you looked into her eyes you wouldn't be able to tell she is blind. They have color to them like normal eyes. Not smokey colored like most blind peoples eyes.

"Have you went on any dates?" She asked folding her hands.

I laughed, "Definitely not. I'm good being single."

She tilted her head, "Are you really?

I sighed, "I guess so"

I felt as if she was actually looking me in my eyes right now, maybe she was partially. Maybe she could see partially. I didn't honestly know.

Vincent came and sat beside me, her eyes were looking at the wall. "Have you ever even dated someone?"

I shook my head, "All the girls that want to be with me only care about the status they would get. They'd instantly become pretty popular around here. So I haven't care to date anyone. So no Vincent, I never have dated anyone."

She patted me on my shoulder, "And how old are you actually?"

I felt a little offended, especially because she's asked this several times. "I'm actually 18. Not lying. But I'm not going to date anyone unless they actually want me, not the status and perks they'd get for dating me."

Vincent let out a soft sigh, "You'll find someone my dear friend"

I felt her fingers twirl around my ear again. I relaxed because of the action.

"Are you sure this is Magnus Bane's house" Asked a girl outside.

Instantly I sat up. Within a matter of seconds I was off my bed. Vincent made a sad noise at me. Apparently she was having fun. Then I jumped out of my window and landed on the ground. There was a group of people that i landed in front of they jerked back. Their hands went to their sides instantly, Shadowhunters. Vincent landed beside me on the ground. Her face showed agitation. Vincent's hand found my forearm, she released the tension in her body. I smiled at my friend.

"Apparently it's raining warlocks today," Said the blonde boy.

Looking at the shadowhunters, i realized i knew who they were. Except one, because he wasn't a nephilim. He's a mundane, but I focused on the blonde haired shadowhunter. I know who he is. Jace Herondale, but he knows his last name as Wayland or Lightwood. The red head beside him is Clary Morgenstern. Then brother and sister, Alec and Isabelle Lightwood. Alec was looking over me with great interest. I have never saw a Shadowhunter that was sexually interested in men. The look he was giving me was not something I enjoyed. My father would enjoy the look, but i do not. Then was the Mundane, Clary's friend. I've heard Jocelyn and my father talk and this boy was mentioned sometimes. He's Clary's best friend, that is in love with her.

"It's so nice to finally meet the Lightwoods!" I said with a smile, extending my hand to Jace, Alec, and Isabelle one at a time.

Which they all shook my hand, with great curiosity. Today was going to be a very interesting day, and I'm excited to see what comes of it.

"Clarissa," the smile stayed on my face, I'm pretty sure my sharp canine teeth were showing. "It has been some time since I've saw you come here"

She looked a little frightened, "I've came here before?"

Vincent shuffled her feet beside me, apparently bored. I ran a hand through my short white hair. "If I remember correctly you come here once a year or once every few years. I don't remember what people come to my father for".

An eyebrow on Alec and Jace's face rose, "Your father?"

Isabelle looked a little annoyed, "Did you guys seriously not know this is Magnus Bane's son? His name is Jax Bane"

I gave a little bow, "At least someone knows who I am, let alone the beautiful hardass of the group"

Isabelle flushed only slightly, the mundane beside her looked aggravated.

"Hey wolf boy quit flirting" He smarted off.

The ever so silent Vincent finally spoke, "Quit Mundane. You leave Jax alone"

The corner of my lip twisted up slightly, "Now now Vincent, let the little Mundy speak. Is there something you wanted to say?"

I heard Jace, Alec, and Isabelle laugh a little. Clarissa just looked mortified.

"I've only been here for 5 minutes, and you are already pissing me off. You're sitting here flirting with Clary and Isabelle. And giving dirty looks to Jace, Alec, and I" The mundane's face turned red.

I laughed aloud, a joyful laugh. "Maybe I shouldn't have let the Mundane talk, like usual it's just blatant talking. I have great respect for Alec and Jace. I've heard many things about all of the Lightwoods. I know these three: Isabelle, Alec, and Jace, are a team to be reckoned with. And for your information I was only slightly flirting with Isabelle alone. Now you should sit there and be quiet, before I change you into something that i'll find amusing". I glared at him darkly.

I felt Vincent's hand move over mine. I looked over at her, she nodded. I pulled my hand away.

"And who is this beside you Jax?" Alec asked me.

Vincent moved to stand right beside me, she was tense. "This is Vincent Crossblood. She's a shadowhunter at the age of 18. A shadowhunter to be reckoned with as well."

"Is that so?" Jace said with a sly smile.

Within a second Jace had his witchlight stone in his hand and threw it at Vincent. There was a look of determination on Vincent's face. And Jace threw the stone rather fast, but I picked it out of the air before Vincent could.

I wiggled my finger, "No no no Lightwood"

The whole groups eyes went wide. Now I was the one confused.

"What?" I asked.

Jace spoke, "That's only suppose to happen with Shadowhunters. The Witchlight isn't suppose to light up to anyone's touch but ours."

I looked down at my hand, and the witchlight stone was still lit up. "Oh this? I've always been able to do this. Something about my grandfather, but I don't know exactly."

Slowly I tossed back the stone to Jace. Then turned and walked up to the door that lead up to my father's apartment. Vincent was right on my tail. I looked over my shoulder at the Shadowhunters, "You guys coming?"

They all ran to catch up to me. I walked up the stairs to my dads apartment. When i walked in I received dirty looks and several looks of interest. But when the Shadowhunters walked in behind me, they received all dirty looks. Magnus strolled up to me.

"What are Shadowhunters doing here Jax?" He asked.

I shrugged, "Came here for you"

That's when he saw the group actually. His eyes fell on Alec and there was a hint of feelings in the look. Then he saw Clary.

"You can stay because of the cute one," My father said.

Jace looked smug, "Oh-"

"Not you, the one with blue eyes" My father smiled.

Alec flushed.

"What can I help you with Clary?" He asked crossing his arms.

Jace, Clary, and my father went to another room. Isabelle and the mundane went to the bar. And Alec disappeared into the crowd of poeple. Slowly I followed Isabelle. She gave me a slight smile when she saw me.

"Yes wolf man?" She said.

I winked at her, "Make sure the mundy doesn't drink any of these faerie drinks."

She kept her face straight, "His name's Simon"

I rolled my eyes, "Make sure Simon doesn't drink anything"

She smiled, "okay"

I gave her a little bow then took Vincent's hand and lead her to a wall on the opposite side of the room. She was smiling.

"You were flirting with her" She said proudly.

"So?" I rolled my eyes

"You should go after her"

"No"

Vincent looked stunned, "Why not?"

"Because they might need me soon, plus I know they will. I don't want to get too attached to them all. Besides I need to check on old friends" I walked back to my room, Vincent following me.