A/N: So this idea has been knocking around in my head for a while now and I just had to get it onto paper before my exams really kick off. It's based off an old t.v show from 2008 called "Moonlight" that I think is super underrated. It wasn't even picked up for a second season which annoyed me to no end. So who knows, after reading this story you might decide to check it out.

I can't say I'll be updating this often until exams are over. I won't be updating anything often until exams are over, really. I'm sure you guys understand? After the 12th of June (my last exam) though I'll be able to write as much as I want!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments or Moonlight.

Moonlight

Chapter One

Magnus wanted to abolish some myths immediately.

Garlic was nice on pizza (or it was, if he could remember correctly from his warlock life) and had no such effect on him that would prompt thoughts of 'burning' 'agony' or 'untimely death'. Water made him wet. There's no difference between water from a tap and water scavenged from the fountains in a church. Either way, he'd get wet. And he hated getting wet. Especially if his outfit for the day was particularly dashing. If you wanted rid of him then you'd need to have the strength of ten armies to decapitate him or have a flame thrower handy. Both usually very unlikely circumstances. The only thing that you could use from regular household things would be a stake but even that myth was wrong. It only paralysed, not killed. The fact the old literature was rubbing off on his existence made his patience run very thin, but only if he got asked a stupid question like, "Do you burst into flames in the sun?" Which, by the way, he didn't.

Magnus' vampire origin story was an extremely boring one that he didn't really want to get into depth with. Not at the moment anyway. The past was so boring. Looking to the future was much more exciting. And Magnus could never pass up on exciting.

When Magnus was called up by his old friend, Ragnor Fell, on a particularly cool Tuesday afternoon, he didn't think much of it. Ragnor was a worry wally and would call as often as possible without trying to seem like a worry wally. Of course, trying not to seem like a worry wally just made him look even more like a worry wally. Really, Ragnor should just change his name to 'Wally' and be done with it.

"What is it, sweet peapod?" Magnus grinned as he picked up the phone.

"What have I told you about calling me that?" Ragnor hissed back.

"Always nice to hear your voice, darling," Magnus replied sarcastically. He watched his cat Chairman Meow (the descendant of the Great Catsby who had suffered a gruesome demise at the hands of a yellow taxi cab) as he pondered in from the bedroom, stretching himself out before joining Magnus on the sofa. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" He placed a hand on top of the Chairman and rubbed between the cat's ears affectionately.

"Do you ever watch the news?" Ragnor asked helplessly.

"Why, what's on the news?" Magnus didn't believe in involving himself too greatly in human affairs. He only did so if he was asked to, or in other words paid to, by clients seeking out his incredible investigatory abilities.

"Some human has been murdered downtown. Left in a fountain to die with two puncture wounds in his neck. The humans are all over it! News is going to break out! Vampires in LA! Oh my . . . I can see the headlines now!" Ragnor sounded like he was going to swoon.

As amusing as it was to hear Ragnor so panicked, the green skinned vampire had a point. The Vampire colony in LA was very protective of its secrets. If humans started coming up with fantastical headlines about Vampires killing humans then it would make them more alert and definitely more perceptive.

"Is this body still at the scene?" asked Magnus. He made no move to get up, not just yet. He wasn't going to extract himself from his comfy position on the sofa before he even knew whether there was a point to it or not. He was still even contemplating if there was a point at all. If some silly reporter cried vampire then there would be a couple of weeks where they'd have to be more careful and maybe a few returning Goth fashion trends before things returned to normal.

"I presume so," Ragnor muttered, worry etching every syllable.

For Ragnor's sake, Magnus sighed and hauled himself off the sofa. Chairman Meow slipped with an unhappy yelp into the dent the vampire hybrid's butt had made in the cushions. However, the body heat lingered and the animal soon settled again. "Cheater," Magnus sneered at the cat, disposing his own anger by rubbing the Chairman's back before going to his room to get into something more public appropriate.

Night was falling so there was no need for sunglasses. Magnus was thankful for this as he didn't have a pair of glasses that matched his purple 'I woke up like this' sequined shirt. Blending in certainly wasn't one of his many talents. Fashion? Yes. Blending into the background? No. Even as a vampire hybrid he sucked at being discreet. Not that that really mattered. All the humans saw was a fabulously coloured individual, not a potential threat.

Before he had been bitten by his old flame Camille, Magnus had been a warlock. A very powerful warlock at that. He was once known as the High Warlock of Brooklyn before that blonde witch dug her fangs into him. Hence why he was a hybrid. There wasn't much difference between hybrids and ordinary vampires except for the fact that ordinary vampires saw Magnus' sort as unclean and not having come from a pure bloodline meant they should be shunned. Ragnor was a hybrid too and Magnus' other good friend and trustworthy blood provider Catarina. You didn't lose your powers when you became a hybrid, all you really did was gain vampire aspects too.

True to Ragnor's word, the body was still at the scene of the crime downtown. The fountain was taped off by police who lingered around the crime like hovering insects. Photos were still being taken of the body (making Magnus very doubtful that Ragnor heard about this murder on the news) and filed away for later usage. Of course there was reporters there for various new stations too. Vultures of personal business.

Magnus lingered on the side lines, contemplating which police officer he would be best to approach. Which one looked perceptible to flirtations and could possibly accidentally let some information slip? Magnus was just about to see if the red headed officer with the nice brown eyes would talk to him if he approached her when something caught his eye.

A reporter ducked underneath the yellow tape and stepped into the fountain. They were carrying their black sneakers in one hand while holding a notepad and pencil with the other. Magnus wondered why he hadn't have thought of just slipping by while the police where occupied because all he really needed was a small peek anyway. Infuriated that a leech of a reporter was able to figure this out before him, Magnus watched in an enraged huff as the black haired reporter waded across the water and crouched beside the body.

They didn't touch the body (for obvious reasons) and immediately started scribbling notes. Wait, what were they writing? It couldn't be good. If Ragnor was right about the nature of the death then there was most certainly going to be a bunch of vampire headlines now. Just perfect. Magnus sighed. He was going to have to buckle down for the next few weeks and ride the wave out until something new came along and captured their frankly quite short attention spans. He could invite Ragnor and Catarina. They could make a slumber party of it!

Magnus was thinking about the colour scheme to which he was going to have to change his house to for this hybrid get together when the reporter looked up and his blood turned to ice.

It was like being thrown back sixteen years. Sixteen years in which Magnus could still remember almost too clearly. He didn't want to believe that this was true, that he had somehow managed to cross paths with him again but there was no denying it. The unmistakeable blue eyes made sure of that. Even though he tried not to think of it often, Magnus still remembered his name like it had only been yesterday in which he had heard it.

Alexander Lightwood. Or 'Alec' as most called him. Magnus nearly knew everything there was to do know about that boy, every piece of information still stored in his memory like it hadn't been sixteen years since he had to investigate him. It's weird, the things you remember when you're standing on the side lines, smouldering in jealousy.

Alec stood up again, sopping wet from the knees down, and picked his way back to the edge of the fountain. His black skinny jeans were rolled up to his knees and there were black patterns marked on his pale skin, miscellaneous blemishes that weren't tattoos or a matter of birth. Magnus had hoped that the marks would have faded by now but they hadn't. They stood out against the boy's porcelain white skin like he'd received them just the previous day.

Magnus hadn't moved, glued to the spot by the fact that he couldn't believe Alec had grown so much. What age had he been? Four years old, wasn't it? Yes, that was right. Four.

"Mr. Bane, you have to help us, please!" Maryse Lightwood begged. She and her husband sat in Magnus' office, both completely traumatised by what had happened to them. Maryse was maybe laying the upset on a bit too thick for Magnus' liking but he could tell that she was being genuine.

"What is it that's happened?" Magnus asked suspiciously. As a Private Detective who didn't really need money and only did it as a passing hobby, he was extremely weary of which cases he decided to take on and which he turned down.

Maryse dissolved into an alarmingly violent puddle of tears, sobbing into her handkerchief so hard that Magnus couldn't comprehend a word she said. Her husband, Robert, stepped in, placing a hand on his wife's shoulder to silence her. "It's our son," he clarified. "Alexander." Maryse sobbed harder, to the point where Magnus worried for the state of his freshly shampooed carpet.

"Why do you think I'd wish to aid your doubtless, repellent brat?" asked Magnus.

"He's been kidnapped," said Robert. He slid a photograph across Magnus' desk of a small boy holding a little baby, presumably the Lightwood's daughter Isabelle. "There was no sign of a break in or a struggle. We just went to his room yesterday morning and he was . . . gone."

Just gone? That peaked Magnus' interest. It certainly sounded interesting. Maybe he had been a little too hasty when deciding on first glance whether or not he wanted to take this case.

"Have you been to the police?" he asked.

"Of course we have," Maryse snapped. "But they are so slow in taking care of things and my boy is out there somewhere being hurt." She stared at Magnus with pleading blue eyes. "Please, help us. Name a price and we'll double it."

If only Maryse knew that Magnus wasn't in this for the money. He named a price anyway, just to ensure that he got something out of the whole deal that wasn't just satisfied curiosity. Besides, there was a very interesting leather couch in the IKEA catalogue that got dumped at his door that he was considering trying out against the current scheme of his apartment and it would be nice to not have to steal it with magic for once.

"I'll do what I can," Magnus finally concluded.

Maryse sniffled. "I suppose we can't ask much more from you."

She was right. They couldn't.

"Los Angeles Student Slain? No . . . Vampire. Something with vampire in it." Alec almost walked right past Magnus, he was so focused on trying to come up with a headline for his report. He had every right to, as well, because there would be no way he'd possibly be able to recognize Magnus anyway. Magnus was prepared to let him go by because even though there was a part of him that was curious as to what Alec was now doing with his life he knew that he couldn't risk getting involved.

Except at last minute Alec pulled up and stopped in front of Magnus. His sneakers were now tied to his wrist by their laces so he could scribble ideas into his notepad. "What do you think of 'Vampire Killer Rocks LA'?" Alec asked Magnus, lifting his eyes from the page to smile at the vampire hybrid. "Too cheesy?"

"Vampires don't exist," Magnus smiled back.

Alec looked over his shoulder to gaze at the body that was now being bagged. "I think she'd disagree with you," he said.

When he turned back around, Magnus was gone.