So I have a story about my OC Rue Ghoul. "Enter Rue Ghoul" if you're interested. It's a Malec! She describes how she knows where Magnus lives by saying: Late night escapade, twenty seven marked demons, archer boy, 3 am, not at Institute, and some stolen items. Very specific right? Well, this is that story with each piece of the sentence explained. Sorry if it sucks.

I feel it unnecessary to say: I own nothing. Clearly. I write fanfic for it. Not books.

Chapter 1: Not At Institute

The night was lovely with a shining moon and twinkling stars. A chill raced through the air forcing Rue's hair back as she ran down the streets grinning like mad and leaping across obstacles making sure her lion cubs were still following her. Grabbing onto a lamppost and swinging herself around, she took a deep breath taking in the scenery. New York was the concrete jungle unfit for her beloved lions with great buildings and far too many people for Rue's taste. But to each his own she guessed. Why someone like her buddy Alec would like it was a big question.

Anyway, Rue leapt nimbly from the lamppost dashing along the streets the world blurring around her, her lions roaring for her to slow down for them. Humming happily, she found herself staring down the grand Institute. Not bothering with any kind of formality, Rue let herself in ushering in her pets all while feeling a force tug her backwards due to some of her…less desirable blood. Well with one demon dad, an angel mom, and a goddess mother, life was a challenge.

Not that Rue minded. Most of the time. Some days she could just stab life and walk away calmly. Riding the elevator down and absently scratching each lion behind an ear, Rue wondered vaguely if this was a good idea. What was she thinking? Of course it was! Even if it failed she got to make fun of Robert Lightworm! Score for Rue.

Pushing the metal gate aside, Rue moved down the halls before opening a door, one belonging to a Mister Alexander. Her cubs raced in leaping across the room searching for Alec. Only it was desolate. There was no Alec. Clicking her tongue, Rue went into the kitchen before picking up a pot and a pan that had battle scars for Isabelle's horrid cooking. Shuddering at the thought, Rue went over to the master bedroom. Kicking the door open, she banged the metal together proudly laughing at the sight of Robert flailing around wildly falling out of bed as her lions ran down the hall away from the sound.

"You Nephilim really oversell yourselves." Rue commented before calmly walking away hefting the pan testing its balance. A bit back heavy…

"GHOUL!" Robert roared. Rue ignored him still wandering down the hall. Robert appeared from his room still obviously shaken.

"Yes Worm?" Rue asked putting the pot and pan away as Otto and Whiskey reappeared sniffing curiously at the pots before they both quickly left. "Do you need something?" she asked innocently (which she was anything but) pulling herself up onto the counter. "Or did you just feel the need to disturb me?"

"You brat!" he spat at her.

"Robert!" Rue chided. "People are sleeping. Have you no compassion?"

His face turned red. "What do you want?"

"To see Alec. I need his assistance. He's the most capable of all you airheads." Rue answered simply as Otto jumped into her lap. "But since he wasn't here I decided I wouldn't make this trip a waste. So I messed with the real disgrace of the Lightwood name." Rue gave a dangerous venomous smile. "I mean, you had an affair while you had two children not to mention, you abandoned a child you adopted. And rejected and cut ties with your parabati. You heartless old shrew. You reinvented the Lightworm name." Rue commented scratching Otto behind the ears forcing him to purr contently brushing his head closer to her chest. "Then you say it was Alec who killed the Lightwood name."

"Is there anymore blasphemy you have to say?"

"Only that you made a mistake by getting rid of her. Your first girl. The one you adopted. Then left. She's something else now. No thanks to you." Rue hopped down walking away with her lions at her heels. Once back on the street, Rue wandered down the street lazily trying to figure out where Alec could have gone.

"Whiskey," Rue said calling the small lion to her side, "Smell this won't you?" she asked as a piece of black cloth appeared in her head. Whiskey sniffed it before following a path through the maze of streets confidently.

Rue and Otto followed ignoring the double takes of the oddly colored girl following what they say to be a cat down the streets of New York. Whiskey pawed at an apartment door trying to get in before Rue pushed her back with her foot. "Enough Whisk." Rue said. Looking at the list of tenants, the name Bane struck her.

Wasn't Alexander dating a Maggie Bane? Or was it Magnus? Who cares. Melting briefly into the realm of shadows, Rue passed through the door before going up the stairs. Once there, she fazed through the door once again. Passing casually through the apartment, Rue noticed Alec's boots by the door and his stained hunting jacket discarded on the back of the couch carefully.

Moving deeper into the apartment, Rue found a door partly cracked and pushed it open with the toe of her boot. Inside laying in a large plush bed were two men curled into each other. One was a golden skinned undeniably tall (maybe as tall as her. Maybe) male with dark hair and a lack of a shirt. And as Rue was certain she wasn't seeing things, he seemed to…sparkle with leftover glitter.

The other was a alabaster skinned smaller male with raven black hair and a scarred body inked up with runes and Marks. One mister Alexander Gideon Lightwood. So the boy wasn't back at the Institute, rather spending the night with the glitteriest thing Rue had ever seen in her full and adventurous life.