Chapter 2

Author's note: Ok guys I'm soooo sorry! I've been on vacation for the past 2 weeks, so I haven't been able to get access to a computer. But I promise I'll write consistently from now own! Enjoy!

Jace's POV

Jace looked up at the sound of the door opening and laughed out loud. Alec was adorned with rainbow sparkles that shimmered in the light when ever he moved. "What happened to you?" Jace gasped incredulously.

Alec shook his mop of sable hair vigorously but the sparkles were staying put. "Magnus," he growled. "Magnus happened." As if summoned by his name, the glitzy warlock appeared next to his boyfriend. He was clad in neon yellow spandex pants, a black t shirt that had "Free hugs" written on the front in rainbow colors, and his black hair was spiked with traces of glitter.

Magnus grasped Alec's hand and replied, "You say that like it's a bad thing!" Jace had recovered form his fit of hysteria and brushed a strand of his blond hair away from his face.

"Careful Magnus you may need a fire extinguisher, you're flaming," Jace snickered at him. The warlocks gaze turned to him and he scowled.

Magnus pointed a finger at Jace and snarled, "Do you know how many times I've saved your ass shadowhunter?" Jace shrugged and shoved him out of his way. He sank down in a plush armchair, placing his feet on the antique coffee table.

"Damn it Jace!" A shrill voice pierced the air and Isabelle marched into the room wearing a blood red satin dress with a black bow tied around the middle. Her stilettos clacked noisily against the hard wood floor as she marched over and nudged Jace's feet off the table.

"How many times have I told you not to put you feet on the table?" she asked, sounding and looking so much like her mother it was scary. Her jet black hair was pulled up into a bun with a tendril of it hanging down on her cheek.

Jace gave a wolf whistle and said, "What's with the outfit Izzy?" She just rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to reply when she caught sight of Alec who was sulking in the corner. She gasped and ran over to him.

"What the hell did you do?" she shrieked as her hands desperately tried to dust the sparkles off. "We have to meet with some members of the clave and you look like a fucking pixy!" Jace burst out laughing again. This is by far his favorite dysfunctional family.

"It's not my fault! It was Magnus," Alec whined. Isabelle just groaned and tugged him out the door. The warlock giggled and settled himself in a chair across from Jace.

"Why aren't you running off to meet those other shadowhunters," Magnus asked. Jace shrugged and took out his stele. He absentmindedly drew strength runes over his arms, barely noticing the burning sensation after so many years of demon hunting.

He replied, "I don't really get along well with people from the Clave and I'd rather be out hunting some downworlders." Magnus rolled his eyes, which were neon blue thanks to colored contacts.

"The only time you Nephilum are happy is when your killing something," he grumbled. Jace shook his head and leaned in closer.

"Well," he said, "There are other times we are exceedingly happy but if I went into detail Clary would kill me." Magnus' smile turned devious.

"Why are you under the impression that only you and Clary can be happy?" he replied. Jace made a gagging noise.

"Please spare me the details! By the way, why the hell are you here?" The warlock shrugged and inspected his perfect nails as if they had hundreds of flaws.

"Alec and I have a date tonight so he wanted me to wait here for him," he replied. Jace just rolled his eyes and slipped out the door, making his way for the armory.