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Magnus Bane sits in his apartment and slowly sips his dark red wine. Things are finally starting to fall into place. He found love, there's peace, no more blood, and most importantly no more errands to run. What more can he ask for? There is one thing that never seems to stop bothering him though. One person never leaves his mind. Little Tessa Gray, still so young, has finally decided to settle down in New York, her old home. Even after a decade of living in that small, white apartment of hers, she hasn't paid him a single visit. Magnus Bane is not hurt, he understands what the poor girl is going through and knows very well that she needs time to mend herself back together. The girl's trying to let go of her past and she won't be able to do that here with Alec everywhere. Those blue eyes and his black hair is enough to send her to tears.

A loud knock interrupts his thoughts and sets Magnus cursing. Who can it be so late? Alec is out of state with the Lightwoods on a trip to Idris. Who else would drop by his humble home? Grumbling, Magnus pushes himself out of his seat and walks over to his door, his boots clicking loudly against the marble floor. He pulls open the door and takes a step back as Woolsey lets himself in with something big hanging over his shoulder.

"What brings you here?" Magnus asks coldly as he watches Woolsey drop the thing on his shoulder onto the couch.

"I thought you'd want to see this," Woolsey says leaning against the fireplace. "The boy was found out by the Alleys down town all bloody and sorts. There's nothing my pack can do to help the boy and I thought you can do something."

Magnus sighs and rubs his eyes. He knew his little peaceful vacation was too good to be true. He opens his golden, cat like eyes and walks over to the boy and flips him over so that he can see his face. Magnus Bane gasps and steps back from the limp body.

"This is impossible," he whispers.

"You think?" Woolsey snaps. "I thought he was dead!"

Magnus Bane takes in the tall handsome boy before him. A huge wound rests in his chest, definitely a bullet wound, and next to it a huge scar that runs up and down his muscular chest. His hair is a dark midnight color that makes Alec's look gray and Magnus is sure that if the boy's eyes open, they will be a startling dark blue.

"William Herondale," Magnus whispers.

~ )*(~

Weston Herem sips on his beer and looks out the window of the training room. It's getting dark. He sighs and tosses the empty can into the trash can across the room. It lands with a loud crash. Wes walks over to the chair in the middle of the room and slips on his shirt and starts to reach for his dagger. A hand shoots out from the dark and snatches the dagger away from him.

Wes looks up into the silvery eyes of his best friend and parabatai Jaime Carlton. "What do you want?" he snaps.

Jaime, who's well used to Wes's cold voice just smirks and plays with his brother like friend's dagger. "I want to know where you are going," Jaime says.

"I'm going to the Alleys," Wes says and tries to reach for the dagger but Jaime throws it in the air teasingly and catches it with his other hand. "Can I have my dagger now?"

"You'll miss dinner," Jaime says as a warm, spring breeze sneaks through the widow and ruffles his silver hair.

"I'll find something to eat once my business is done Jaime, quit worrying about me and hand me my dagger," Wes says.

Jaime hands Wes his dagger and watches as his friend walks out towards the door. "You do not have to do this Wes," he says. "I am going to die anyway."

Wes stops walking and looks over at his friend. "You aren't going to die Jaime, not on my watch."

Wes walks out of the training room and slips out the back door of Cia's house. He has a feeling that he'll be getting another lecture about missing out on dinner when he returns but Wes pays little attention to it. Instead, he thinks about what he's about to do. Once a week, Wes meets up in the Alleys near the Downworlder Pub and joins the meetings of the biggest Downworlder criminal gangs in New York City known as The Invisible.

They have lived up to their name for many years now. Not one Shadowhunter can trace The Invisible. To make things even more interesting, The Invisible have never been caught and only one man out of the entire gang had seen the boss, the head of The Invisible. The organization has one main point and that is to make the Downworlders more powerful and take down the Shadowhunters. The organization is open to any man, even those with the sight and it was a bit shocking for Wes to see that he wasn't the only Shadowhunter there.

Wes hates The Invisible with a very large burning passion but when he had joined the gang at the age of twelve, he knew that he could never back out. The Downworlders have links to the Drug Lords all around the world and they have a large, abundant supply of Yin Fen, the drug that keeps Jaime alive. Jaime had protested but Wes had been stubborn. He would not let Jaime die; he's the only family he has left, the only person who can understand him. He never tells Jaime what happens in the meetings. After he joined the gang, he had debated for a very long time to tell Jaime that he gang he had joined was The Invisible, and when he did, he almost regretted it. Wes had gotten a two hour long lecture about risks and consequences. Wes knew the risks and consequences by heart. He knows what will happen if he gets caught. It's tough to live two lives but if Jaime gets the Yin Fen he needs, he'll do right about anything. Even if it means to play a Shadowhunter who hunts demon and a Shadowhunter who works with a gang who wants to hunt Shadowhunters.

Wes stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jeans and walks around the large, empty storage building and walks into the Alleys. Loud voices boom heartily from the end of the hallway and he feels his hands ball into fists. They're here already.

"Nice of you to join us Weston," Harold, a vampire, says snickering as he takes a full swing out of his whiskey.

Wes doesn't say anything and takes a seat on an empty wooden crate. "Where's Lucas?" Wes says.

Lucas is the man who is the closest to the boss, and the messenger between the boss and the gang.

"I am here," a cold baritone voice says.

The gang calms down and everyone sits up straight. Wes crosses his arms and leans back into the wet brick wall behind him. Lucas walks out of the shadows and steps into the moonlight of the dark spring night.

"The Boss has sent me off with a mission," Lucas says.

"Good!" Trevor, a werewolf howls. "It's about time I got to punch something."

"Calm it puppy," Harold hisses.

Trevor growls and freezes as Lucas shoves him into the wall with a frown. "Sorry master,"

"This mission is no ordinary mission boys," Lucas says. "There is no time to waste. We must finish it in a short time. Our Boss says that he's going to help us out on this one."

"You mean we'll see him?" Wes asks, talking for the first time in the meeting.

"Yes," Lucas says. "We will work in teams. One team will be the one to see the master and the other team will consist of only one man who will hunt down a girl."

"A girl?" Samuel, an ex-shadowhunter asks. "Why a girl?"

"Because the Boss demands it, we do not need to know the reason why Samuel."

Samuel pales and slumps back on his chair.

"So who's the lucky boy who'll look for the girl?" Harold asks breaking the silence.

"That boy will be Weston Herem."

Wes sits up straight. "Me?"

"Yes you. The Boss has offered to triple the amount of Yin Fen you always ask for. Are you man enough to take the job or do you want me to give the job to someone else?" Lucas demands.

Wes pales. Three times the Yin Fen? "Yes," Wes says a little too quickly. "I'll do it."

"I thought so, come see me once the meeting is over," Lucas says.

~ )*(~

An hour or so later, Wes follows Lucas out of the Alleys. A cold silence fills the two as they head out into a nearby mundane bar. Lucas calls for an Ana who greets the two with a wide smile.

"Oh Jared, it's been too long!" Ana says grinning up at Lucas who gives her a smile.

So he has a fake name, Wes wonders as Ana leads them to a table in the corner of the large bar. Is Lucas even his real name? Lucas slides onto the bar stool and motions for Wes to have a seat after asking Ana to fetch them two beers. Wes sits down on the bar stool and leans his chin on the back of his hands as he raises his eyebrows at Lucas.

"So this Ana…" Wes starts.

"Can it Weston," Lucas says shaking his head at him. "You do remember that we do have some business to take care of."

"Right," Wes sitting up straighter as Ana comes by with two beers.

"Enjoy!" she calls as she walks away winking at Wes and Lucas.

Lucas ignores her and reaches into his black side bag to pull out a folder. He opens it up and slides it over to where Wes is sitting. Wes takes the file and flips through the pages curiously as he wonders who this girl can be. It's then when he finds the page of her profile and picture.

"Her name is Theresa Gray," Lucas says as Wes scans through the form intently. "She's eighteen and she lives here in New York."

Wes nods intently as he brushes his fingers across her picture. She's beautiful. She has long, waist length brown hair that in this picture is held up with a dark blue ribbon. A dark emerald pendant hangs around her neck and glistens off of her snow white gown she wears. She must be rich to afford such jewelry and that gown she's wearing. She also must be living in the city. She isn't a shadowhunter for sure but she isn't human.

"She's a Downworlder," Wes says.

"Yes," Lucas says.

"And this is all the information you have on her? She lives here in the state of New York, she likes books, she's single, she seems to be very antisocial but this picture has to have been taken at a party," Wes says.

"Correct,"

Wes says takes a long sip of his beer. "So all I have to do is bring her over to you once I find her?"

"No, not exactly,"

Wes stops breathing. He shouldn't even be doing this; he shouldn't be agreeing to kidnap this poor, beautiful innocent girl. What does Lucas want him to do now?

"You need to get her to fall in love with you," Lucas says.

Wes chokes on his beer. "W-what?"

"You heard me,"

"Why on earth will I do that?"

"Because you'll get five times the amount of yin fen you want," Lucas says.

Wes's hear comes to a stop. How can he say no? First it was triple, now five times the amount? Jem will be healthy; he won't be stuck in bed all day. He won't be sick again for a very long time. Wes moans and covers his face with his hands as he curses at himself internally.

"Why do I need her to love me?"

"The girl is smart Wes, she knows that she's in danger, you need to get her to trust you and when I tell you that it is time, you'll have a new set of instructions laid out for you. You'll take her on 'vacation' to the Master's house," Lucas explains. "Once you take on this mission boy, there's no way out of it. Choose wisely."

Wes looks down at his hands and nods slowly. "I'll do it."

Wes left Lucas once he drowned his cup. He took the picture of the girl with him and her profile and stuffs it into his pocket as heads into the chilly night. He pulls on his jacket and pulls up the zipper as he heads down the street towards Cia's house, ignoring his growling stomach. He hasn't had lunch and after two hours of training, he's so hungry, he can eat a bear.

It's then when he feels someone grab him by his arm. Wes turns around on his heels to see who it is and gasps as something connects hard with his nose. Wes steps back and clutches his now bloody nose. He hears loud laughter that sounds oddly off and inhumane. He reaches for his dagger and holds it out as he takes in the middle-aged man before him.

He's dressed in a blazer and a plain white t-shirt that's topped off with expensive jeans. And in his hands is a gun. Wes curses as the man shoots at him. Wes quickly ducks from where the gun's pointed at and rolls onto the grass. Wes quickly jumps off the ground and charges the man before he has another chance at shooting him. Wes grabs the man by his blazer and pushes him down to the ground after kicking the gun out of his hand. Wes lands a punch on the man's rock hard face and watches as the man reach into his pocket to pull out another gun. This time Wes doesn't have time to dodge a bullet and winces in pain as the bullet pierces through his chest. Wes cries out in pain and tightens his grasp on his dagger and pushes it into the man's flesh, ignoring the knee weakening pain in his chest. The man's tall frame shudders and he flops on the ground underneath Wes, somewhat like a dead fish.

Wes tries to push himself to his feet so that he can give the man a good kick but the man's faster. He pushes Wes onto the ground so that Wes is underneath him. With a shaking hand, the man reaches out and pulls the dagger out of his chest. Wes, knowing ahead of time what the man's planning to do, kicks him hard on his chest. That does no good and only infuriates the man even more. The man raises his hand into the air and starts to push the dagger into Wes's chest. Wes tries to roll over but is too dizzy and weak from all the blood loss from his bullet wound. The dagger slashes against his chest next to his scar that he had since he was a child. Wes lets out a scream and feels something cold and hard hit him hard on his head.

Wes lets out a pained gasp as he looks up at the man who now towers over him. His eyes start to flutter close as he tries to focus on the spinning world around him and the last thing he sees before he slips unconscious are a pair of lifeless red eyes staring back at him.

So how mysterious is this mysterious bad boy Weston Herem and Jaime Carlton? W.H? Hmmmm….? J