The Warlock of Notre Dame: Chapter Three- The Top of the World.

Alec Pov- "Why is it that every time there seems to be trouble with Nephilim, you are always the one in the middle of it," Luke asked, pacing my bedroom floor back and forth. He was scolding me for getting involved with Magnus.

I crossed my arms over my chest frowning. "Why is it that every time I try to do my job of protecting Downworlders, I always get in trouble for it? That poor warlock was humiliated in front of all those people. He wasn't even doing anything wrong to make him get punished like that. Valentine was just being a prick."

Luke sighed, running his hand through his hair in frustration. "I can't believe Valentine was hiding a warlock in the institute this entire time and I never knew. He didn't even tell his Parabatai."

"Clary says that her and Jocelyn didn't know about it either. Valentine made the Bell tower off limits. No one could go up there so no one ever tried. Magnus says Jonathan Morgenstern knows about him though."

Luke nodded. "Not surprising. Valentine trusts Jonathan above all else. He's his father's perfect little clone."

I shrugged. "Magnus made it sound like Jonathan was nice to him. Says he sneaks him scraps from dinner. Valentine only feeds him grapes."

I frowned thinking in silence for a moment before looking at Luke. "What exactly do we do for the Downworlders we help?"

He shrugged. "It depends, if they are homeless we give them a place to stay at a secret hide out deep in town. If they are in trouble with Nephilim we try to get them out of it. Depending on what they did of course."

I nodded thinking some more and glared when Luke flicked me in the forehead. "I know that look Alec. The wheels in your head are turning. What plan are you cooking up?"

"Okay, I do have a plan. It may sound a little crazy but please hold all judgement till after I explain it alright?"

He just crossed his arms, the look on his face already judging me.

"Gee, no trust. Anyway, I want to go to the Institute and convince Magnus to leave. We can hide him where you hide the rest of the Downworlders and then when he is ready, he can leave Paris and see the world."

He stared at me for a silent moment before saying, "you are fucking crazy."

"What's so crazy about it? I'm a member of the Downworlders Defenders Society and Magnus is a warlock. He needs to see that there is more to life then wasting away in some tower. Valentine has spent all his life feeding him lies about how he is a monster. Magnus needs to know that the world isn't as cruel as Valentine says."

Luke frowned sadly at me, placing his hand on my shoulder. "Alec, you know as well as I do that the world is a cruel place. Yes, Valentine has no right to make Magnus feel like a monster. Even so, he may be safer in that Bell tower then anywhere else in the world. There aren't many Warlocks left. He is in more danger of being killed if he's out in the world."

A few years ago there was a big outbreak of warlock children being born. Seeing it as a threat to our kind, the Clave declared that all warlocks were to be exterminated. All those children were killed before even getting a chance to live.

Nephilim soon realized that killing the warlocks was doing more harm then good. We rely heavily on their magic and without them, we would lose a lot of resources. The exterminations were called off, but by time they were, only a hand full of warlocks were left.

There are still some Nephilim who believe that the extermination was necessary and wouldn't hesitant to kill the remaining few.

Luke now had both hands on my shoulders looking deep in my eyes with a Stern look.

"Alexander Gideon Lightwood, look me in the eye and tell me that you will not go near that institute, will not try to find the warlock, and will not try to convince him to leave."

"Yeah, sure, I promise."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Look me in the eye and swear on the angel."

I looked him deep in the eyes, giving him a stoic face. "I swear on the Angel."

I crept up to the doors of the Notre Dame institute, trying to avoid the guards that were around the building. A month ago I would have just been able to walk right in but once you lose your runes, you lose the right to go inside institutes. Even a rare one like this that let Mundanes come inside.

Normally I wouldn't try to get inside but I really wanted to talk to Magnus again. Him getting hurt like that was all my fault. I left him alone and Valentine's damn minions took advantage of him.

Luke had me swear on the angel not to come here and I did swear to him. I just didn't make it clear what I was swearing for. It's all about the loopholes.

I slipped passed the front door, looking around for a guard as I made my way deeper inside. Immediately, my eyes were drawn to the paned glass windows surrounding me. They were so beautiful. The position of the sun setting outside made rays of light reflect off the glass, making all kinds of colors dance on the floor and walls.

I lifted up my hand, setting it in a ray of blue, as if I could hold the color in my hand. It felt like childish wonder and magic.

"Beautiful isn't it," a voice asked behind me, making me jump and turn around in surprise. It was the blonde boy with golden eyes, who tried to defend Maia earlier.

"Members of the DDS aren't supposed to be inside the institute. It's the whole point of having a guard."

"Well those guards aren't very good at their job," I said simply, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I'm the leader of that guard," he said putting his hands on his hips.

I was once again going to degrade his job but thought better of it. If I want to see Magnus, I shouldn't make enemies with the head guard.

"So, how did you get in here? Did you sneak in with the Mundanes for evening mass?"

"No, but that is a great suggestion for next time. I just walked through the door while no one was watching."

Now it was the boys turn to cross his arms over his chest. "I take it you are here to see the warlock from earlier?"

I nodded. "Do you know where I could find him?"

He nodded before a smirk played at his face. "I do, but why would I tell you? You aren't even supposed to be in here, remember?"

"So you keep saying," I grumbled, walking passed him and heading deeper into the cathedral.

"What are you doing," he asked following me.

"If you won't tell me where he is, then I will find him on my own. I believe he mentioned living in the Bell tower. I will just have to find the stairs that lead up there."

"You shouldn't walk around here all laid back. If Valentine were to find you, there would be hell to pay."

I sighed, knowing he was right. Valentine would either toss me out on my ass or throw me in his dungeon. With all the daily Downworlder arrests he does, I'm sure it is crowded down there.

"My name is Jace by the way. I'm so glad you asked."

I looked over my shoulder glaring at him slightly. "I don't remember asking for your name."

"What's your name," he asked leaning on the closest wall. I looked him over skeptically before mumbling, "Alec Lightwood."

He whistled, seeming impressed. "Lightwood huh? That's a big name to walk away from. You were the oldest too right? Double whammy for your father. I also heard that you are gay. Triple whammy."

"No matter what family I am from, I couldn't sit back any longer and watch innocent people be treated like dirt. Downworlders need help and I will do everything in my power to help them."

He watched me in silence for a moment. I was honestly shocked that he knew how to be quiet. It didn't last long though. He was back talking moments later.

"You say that yet you don't really have any power anymore. You all are forced to get rid of your runes, so any 'power' you had to help Downworlders is pretty much gone. You're nothing but a mundane now."

"Gee, thanks."

He smiled, seeming satisfied with my irritation. "I like you Alec. You seem like an interesting guy."

"Interesting enough to help me find the Bell tower?"

He thought for a moment before gesturing for me to follow him. He turned in the direction we came and I followed him, hoping he wasn't leading me into a trap.

To my surprise, he led me to a wooden door hidden in the shadows. It seemed to be the only part of the church that the reflecting lights didn't touch.

"You just have to climb up the stairs. This is the staircase Valentine had me use to check to make sure the warlock was really up there. It goes right up to the tower, completely avoiding the second floor where the Nephilim reside."

"I'm sure Valentine didn't want Nephilim accidentally stumbling across Magnus."

He shrugged. "You may want to get this visit over quick. I don't know when Valentine or Jonathan will go up there."

I looked at the stairs for a moment before looking back at him. "Why are you helping me?"

He shrugged. "Despite what you might think, not all Nephilim are heartless. Also, I have a feeling you're going to keep my job interesting. I wouldn't want to be bored."

I rolled my eyes at that before smiling slightly at him. "Thanks."

Without another word, I made my way up the steps, hearing Jace close the door behind me. I looked over my shoulder for a moment, still a little worried that he could be leading me into a trap. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, I made my way up the rest of the stairs.

Unlike the entrance for the door, the exit was full of light. There were no windows but the landscape was open to the outside, so the light of the sunset was shining down on me, making me feel warm all over.

The glass windows inside the church were stunning but this was something else all together. I loved the feeling of it.

"I can't believe I let you both talk me into going out there. Did you see what happened? I'm never leaving this tower again," a familiar voice echoed around me.

That had to be Magnus. I smiled, happy that I really managed to find him, and I started looking around for him. His voice bounced off the giant bells hanging up on the ceiling, making it hard to tell exactly where he was.

The bells themselves were beyond amazing. I never thought they would be as big as they are. You could fit maybe ten people inside of each. The sound of them surely would make any normal person go deaf.

"Sure, not all of the festival was bad. I did end up meeting that nice boy," Magnus spoke again, his voice sounding closer and less echoed.

I turned the corner and sure enough Magnus was sitting on the dirty wooden floor, washing the blood off of his skin with a cloth and a bucket of water. The sight of the wounds on his back made me frown deeply. He didn't deserve to be treated in such a barbaric way.

"Just because I met one good person doesn't mean I should go back out there Ragnor," Magnus scolded, hissing in pain when he put the wet cloth to one of his whip marks.

I cocked my head in confusion. Magnus seemed to be talking to someone. He said a name and everything, yet it was only him sitting there all alone.

Maybe he has imaginary friends to keep him company up here. The thought of that made me very sad. He didn't even seem aware that no one was really there.

He seemed to be ready to get into an argument with himself or whoever he thought he was talking to, so I quickly cleared my throat to get his attention.

He quickly turned around, fear in his eyes, but once he saw it was me he just seemed shocked.

"Alexander… what are you doing here?"

I smiled walking closer to him. He scooted back but it seemed like something he did out of habit, not because he was afraid of me.

"I came to apologize about what happened to you. If I stayed with you the whole time it wouldn't have happened."

Magnus frowned, glancing away and rubbing his arm uncomfortably. "It wasn't your fault. I was in the city without papers. They thought I wasn't from here."

Anger filled me from that information. "Magnus, no one needs to carry papers of citizenship around with them. That's not a real thing. They beat you because they wanted to."

Magnus glanced away, not seeming too surprised.

"Master and Jonathan told me that the world was no place for a monster like me. It was my own fault for leaving when I shouldn't have."

I shook my head no, sitting in front of him and quickly reaching out, grabbing his hands. He snatched them out of my grip, quickly shaking his head.

"I already told you Alec. You can't touch me unless you wear gloves. I refuse to dirty you with sin. You're too nice for that."

"And I have already told you that that is ridiculous. Downworlders don't carry sin around like a disease."

He shook his head no, hugging his waist frowning. "I don't want to take the chance."

I sighed but sat my hands in my lap, letting him have this for now. If I can't even convince him to let me touch his hands, how in the angels name was I going to get him to leave this place? He thinks he's safer here. Luke thinks he might be safer here as well. I don't see how.

Magnus looked over my face frowning to himself before hesitantly reaching out and running his finger tips across my cheek. I felt my face get warm as I looked into his cat-like eyes that glowed slightly from magic.

It was mesmerizing and I wouldn't have looked away if the glowing hadn't stopped and Magnus didn't start talking.

"I'm sorry you got hurt because of me. This whip mark looks bad."

"It's nothing compared to your back. I'm so sorry that I left you alone to deal with them. I should have never left your side."

He shook his head no, a fuzzy feeling going through my cheek before he pulled his fingers away. I touched my cheek and felt the mark was gone.

"Did you just heal me?"

He nodded grabbing the rag again and dipping it in his bucket of water before starting to clean his marks again.

"It would have left a scar on your face."

"Well what about you then? Shouldn't you heal your back? Those will leave an even worse scar."

He shrugged frowning, not letting up on the cloth. "Master doesn't like it when I use my magic. If I heal myself then I don't learn my lesson."

I was getting angry again but I fought hard to keep it inside. "What lesson were you supposed to be learning?"

He shrugged, putting the cloth in the bucket before slowly standing up. It was obvious that his back was still hurting like hell, but he was ignoring it.

"Master told me to never leave this place, yet I did it anyways. I wanted to see the city so badly that I went against all the warnings my family gave me."

I shot to my feet, my anger no longer able to be held back. "You really think those people are your family?!"

The rise of my voice made Magnus flinch slightly, making me lower it. "Those people call you a monster. No real family says things like that Magnus."

"They are just being honest with me and they were right. I went out there and everything went wrong. No one wanted me there. They all proved that by the way they watched me beg."

"Not everyone is like that Magnus. I swear to you that that's not the case. My leader Luke can help you. If you let me take you away from here, I can put you with Downworlders just like you who will welcome and accept you."

Magnus looked at me like I was crazy, his eyes wide in fear and shock. "You want me to go out there again?"

"I want you in the protection of the DDS. There are better things for you out of this cathedral Magnus. There is a whole world for you to see. You can make real friends and actually live your life."

Magnus crossed his arms over his chest, turning slightly away from me. "I have friends, Alexander. They've been standing here the entire time," he grumbled, gesturing next to him.

I looked at where he was pointing and frowned slightly, still not being able to see who he was talking to. There was no one there.

My face must have showed something because Magnus frowned and smacked himself upside the head. The sight of it stunned me for a moment but when he went to do it again, I quickly grabbed his arm.

"Why are you doing that? You're going to hurt yourself."

"I'm sorry. Master always tells me that my friends are only in my head. I'm stupid to think they are really there. I'm really, really stupid."

I quickly shook my head no, wrapping my arms around his arm and pulling it close to my chest. "You are not stupid. You're right, they are there. I see them just fine."

He hesitated before looking at his 'friends' again. "Did their blue and green skin throw you off?"

Blue and green skin? Other Warlocks then? It makes since that he would conjure up friends stranger then him. It would help make him feel somewhat normal.

"Yeah that's it. They both look very strange. I haven't seen many Warlocks in my lifetime."

Magnus nodded gently pulling his arm out of my grasp and rubbing it, obviously trying to ignore his pain in his back. "Catarina likes you. She thinks you are sweet."

I smiled slightly before moving back over to the bucket and grabbing the cloth out of it. "If you aren't going to heal yourself, at least let me clean off your back. There is no way you could reach it on your own."

He looked at the cloth in silence for a moment before nodding and turning his back to me. I placed the cloth on his back, slowly running it up and down, making him hiss slightly in pain. I'm sure it hurt like a bitch but he was good at hiding it.

"So what do you do here Magnus? You're up here all the time. There has to be something fun for you to do."

He shook his head no. "Nothing fun, but it does have it's perks."

"Really? What would those perks be?"

I finished cleaning off all the blood, frowning at the now completely visible marks all over his back.

He grabbed his shirt, putting it on before turning to face me. "I'll show you. Come follow me."

He walked across the room until he got to a latter where he started to climb. I watched him confused before following and climbing it as well. Once we were both up the latter, what I saw left me completely breathless.

We were standing on the very top of Notre Dame. The sun setting, making the entire town and the sky be colored in shades of pink and purple. I thought that alone was breathtaking enough, but when I turned to talk to Magnus, I was stunned by the colors shining on him as well.

He was stunning standing there in the sunlight. His cat-like eyes shone bright as he looked down over the city with aw and adoration in his eyes. It was obvious he loved this city, even after all the pain it caused him.

Magnus Bane was a special person indeed.

Magnus Pov- I always thought nothing could be more beautiful then the view of Paris from the top of the tower. By the Angel how I was wrong.

Seeing Alexander standing there, the pink and purple colors of the sky shining on his pale skin, and reflect off his blue eyes. It was like seeing true beauty for the first time.

"I always thought Idris was the most beautiful place ever. This completely beats that," he said, leaning on the buildings edge. "The world looks kind and forgiving. Far from how it actually is down there."

I couldn't help but smile at how mesmerized he seemed to be with it all. That view couldn't even hold a candle up to how beautiful he was.

"You should say something to him," Catarina whispered, making me look at her in surprise.

Ragnor nodded in agreement, crossing his arms. "You obviously have a thing for him Magnus. He doesn't seem disgusted by you. Maybe there is a chance he will like you. A very slim chance."

Catarina elbowed him before smiling at me again. "More then a slim chance. Just talk to him Magnus."

I glanced at them before looking at Alec again. He looked around a moment longer before turning to look at me smiling. His smile made me get a feeling I've never felt before. It felt like something was fluttering inside my stomach, making me nocuous and giddy all at the same time.

The faint sound of music came from the street below, made by a small group of Fey. It surprised me that the music carried all the way to the top of the institute.

Alec smiled, closing his eyes and letting the music sooth him. I closed my eyes as well, trying to do the same.

"Want to dance with me?"

My eyes shot open at the question and I looked back at Alec confused. "Dance?"

Alec nodded smiling, holding his hand out to me. "I love dancing. You seem like someone who would love it too. Want to give it a try?"

I glanced down at his hand frowning. Dancing requires hand holding and if I did that, Alec would be dirtied by me. I keep telling him that but he doesn't seem to care.

The thought of that made the fluttering feeling in my stomach even stronger.

Alec grabbed my hands, turning around before wrapping my arms around his waist, leaning in close to me so his back was pressed to my chest. It made my heart race and it would be a miracle if he couldn't feel it.

"The boys I dance with always go so fast. My favorite kind of dancing is the slow kind. Being held in someone's arms and just swaying back and forth."

As he said that, he started to sway, making us slowly move side to side. The panicking beating of my heart slowed as we moved together. I was brought into an almost trance like calmness as Alec hummed along to the faint music.

I glanced over at Catarina and Ragnor who were both nodding encouragingly. Catarina kept pointing to her shoulder, making me frown in confusion. Ragnor rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around her and laying his chin on her shoulder.

Hesitantly, I looked back at Alec and slowly leaned more into him, laying my chin on his shoulder. This caused Alec to smile and turn his head so our eyes were aligned.

We swayed back and forth, looking deep into each other's eyes in a perfect moment that I would never forget. It had to be the most amazing moment in my life.

How was it that this man made me feel so alive? Master always said no one would accept me yet here he was, treating me like a human being. How was this even possible?

"You're a great dancer Magnus. The people at the Tavern would love you."

I smiled slightly at Alec's compliment, knowing he was only being nice. There was no way anyone else would accept me like he has.

Feeling slightly confident for once in my life, I moved away from Alec, grabbing his hand and twirling him around like I have seen men do for woman when they dance. Alec laughed, the sound of it making my heart race once again. It was such a musical sound.

I twirled him three times before wrapping my arms around his waist again and dipping him low. He let his head hang down for a moment before he looked back up, smiling happily at me. I smiled back at him, not able to help myself. Alexander's smile was contagious.

I pulled him up a little too hard, making him stumble forward and catch himself by wrapping his arms around my neck. I tightened my grasp around his waist to steady him, making him press his forehead against mine.

We stared into each other's eyes again, this time only being inches apart from each other. Up this close, I could see specks of other shades of blue in Alexander's eyes. They truly were breathtaking.

They searched mine, softening as his body relaxed against mine. It made my body feel hot in a way it never has before. Alec was making me feel a lot of things I've never felt before.

He leaned forward slightly, his mouth inches from mine. I could feel his breath mix with mine and it made my mouth run dry.

Our lips were close enough to touch, but the sound of someone yelling my name, pulled me out of my trance. I quickly pulled away from Alec, looking at the door in the roof where we came in.

Jonathan climbed the latter saying, "Magnus, I'm so sorry about earlier. If I could have stopped them I…"

He stopped talking at the sight of Alexander. His eyes widening in surprise. Alec moved away from me, a slight blush forming on his face.

Jonathan stared at him for a moment before looking at me. "What's going on up here?"

"Alexander was seeing if I was alright," I mumbled softly, making Alec look at me before looking back at him.

"I snuck up here. It's not his fault."

"Members of the DDS aren't allowed to enter Institutes anymore. You gave up that right when you turned your back on the angel," Jonathan growled.

Alec looked greatly offended. "I did not turn my back on the angel! I chose to help people in need!"

"Those creatures can't be saved. You and the Defenders Society are just wasting your time."

Alec clenched his fists before looking at me. "I should get going."

I frowned, not wanting him to go. I quickly reached out, grabbing his hand. He looked at our hands surprised before looking back up at me.

"Alexander… you're going to come back right?"

My voice was too hopeful but I didn't care. I needed to know that I would be seeing him again. I didn't know what I was missing until I met him. Now I don't know how I lived without it.

He smiled sweetly at me, reaching up and cupping my face in the palm of his hand. "Of course my friend. I will see you soon."

I let out a sigh of relief as he dropped his hand and I let him go. He turned away from me, walking to the hole in the roof to leave. As he did, he brushed passed Jonathan, making him tense up for a moment.

After Alec left, Jonathan and I stood there in silence for a little bit. He looked in the way Alec went, looking lost in thought before he shook his head and looked back at me.

"We need to talk about what happened today. Are you alright?"

I frowned, touching my back gently. Even with just a brush of my fingers, I could feel the sting of the whip marks.

"I won't heal them until master says I can," was all I said to answer him.

He walked up to me frowning, putting his hand on my shoulder. "I would have helped you if I could Magnus. I tried to avert father's attention but he saw right through me."

A part of me knew that Valentine was the one that sent those men to hurt me. Especially since Alec said Downworlders needing papers to be in the city, wasn't a thing.

"It's alright Jonathan. I was the one who left the Institute after you both warned me not to. I learned my lesson and I will never do it again. I apologize for betraying you."

He looked at me sadly. "You didn't betray me Magnus. I know how much you wanted to see what it's like out there. I should have taken you out myself."

"I'm glad I met Alexander though. He's really nice."

Jonathan pierced his lips for a moment before grabbing my arm, sitting down, making me sit with him.

"Listen to me Magnus. People like Alec Lightwood can't be trusted. I know he was nice to you and helped you when no one else would, but that isn't kindness. It's pity."

I frowned at that. "You don't think Alexander likes me?"

He looked away as if thinking it over. "You can't let people like Alec tempt you. He turned his back on the angel and the Clave. He also has interactions with other men. That in itself is sinful."

That made me cock my head in confusion. "It's sinful for boys to like other boys?"

Once again, he sat in silence before nodding. "There will be people like Alec Lightwood who will tempt you into being that way. You must ignore it though Magnus. You have enough sin dirtying your soul. The last thing you need is homosexuality making it worse."

"Are you saying that Alec is damned for liking boys?"

"Yes," he said simply, standing up clenching his fists. "Now we are done with this conversation. I don't want you talking to him anymore. Is that clear?"

"But-"

"Is that clear Magnus?!"

I flinched at the level his voice rose and nodded frowning.

He nodded before reaching down, petting my head with a gloved hand.

"Remember Magnus. This is our sanctuary. You and I are safe and happy up here. You can't let others taint our safe place."

I nodded, hugging my knees to my chest in silence. He watched me a moment longer before heading to the latter.

"I brought you some scraps from dinner. I suggest eating them soon before father comes and finds them."

With that he went down the latter, and left the Bell tower a moment later.

"Don't listen to him Magnus. Alec was way too nice to be all the things Jonathan said," Catarina said smiling, sitting next to me.

I looked at her before looking down at my hands, still feeling Alec's there.

"He touched me. He kept holding my hands not caring about what may happen to him. We danced together."

"It was very magical," Ragnor grumbled sarcastically.

Catarina glared at him before going back to smiling at me. "Alec said he was coming back. That means he definitely likes you. There was no look of pity in his eyes at all."

"He pretended to see us. That's something interesting," Ragnor snorted, once again resulting in Catarina glaring at him.

I stood up again walking to the edge of the roof and looking out at the city. I could see the small figure of Alec walking down the street. It made me smile, knowing he got out of the Institute safely.

My heart beat rapidly again, making me place my hand over it in confusion.

"What is this feeling inside my chest? I've never had this happen to me before."

Catarina leaned on the edge of the roof next to me, looking out at the city.

"That's the feeling of first love Magnus."

I blinked confused and looked at her.

"Love?"

She smiled, laying her head on my shoulder.

"Yes Magnus. It's the most powerful magic there is."

I watched her, thinking about that before looking ahead at the now dark night time sky.

"Love…"

Jonathan Pov- I sat in front of my bedroom window, looking out at the dark night sky. It had been three days since the Accords Festival and everything that happened with Magnus. Ever since that day, my mind has been nothing but a jumbled mess.

Every time I close my eyes, visions of blue glistening ones fill my head. Whenever I'm out patrolling the city, every man I pass looks like him. It's like I see him everywhere, but when I take a second look, it's never him.

Alexander Lightwood.

The blue eyed demon has been haunting me from the moment he borrowed my bandana. I can't even look at it without thinking of him.

Then when he helped Magnus. The determined look in his eyes did something to me that no one else ever had. It made me want to pull him close to me, yet shove him away at the same time.

I swallowed hard, getting up and grabbing a black cloak, putting it over my shoulders and tying it closed. I made my way out of my room and down to the church area, going to leave.

Once I got to the front doors, my father's voice calling my name stopped me. He walked up, raising a curious eyebrow at me.

"This is the third night in a row you've gone out at night. Is everything alright?"

I nodded, not meeting his eyes. "Of course father. I just like getting some night time air. The city is at it's quietest at night."

He nodded in agreement. "It is but it's also at it's most dangerous. Downworlders wander during the night time. You should be careful."

"I always am father. I'm just going to go out for a little bit. I'll be back in as little as a half an hour."

He watched me skeptically before nodding and walking away. I waited for him to be fully gone before walking out of the Institute, putting the hood of my cloak up over my head.

There really wasn't any destination I was aiming to go to. These passed few nights I have just been wondering around, not really sure what I was looking for, if I was even really looking for anything.

I walked around aimlessly for maybe ten minutes until the distant sound of music hit my ears. It was coming from an alleyway, a small light could be seen at the end of it.

Curious, I followed the music down the alley, surprised to see that at the end of it was a small Tavern, bright and alive with the music coming out louder from it.

The door was wide open, as if welcoming anyone who wanted to enter. I couldn't bring myself to go inside. There was a power surrounding the place that made it obvious that it was a Downworlder establishment.

Even so, I moved over to the small window, peeking in to see what was going on inside.

The music was coming from a small band in the corner, hitting tambourines and strumming guitars. Everyone else in the tavern were either sitting at the tables drinking beer, or were on the floor dancing the night away.

Black hair was caught from the corner of my eye and when I took a better look, I was surprised to see it was the boy who has taken over the space in my mind for the passed three days.

Alec Lightwood was sitting at a table drinking something blue in a slim glass. He was talking and laughing with some werewolves, his face lighting up by his laughter.

I felt my own face get hot at the sight of it, but above all else, I felt dread fill my stomach.

One of the werewolf boys moved in front of Alec, holding his hand out as if asking for a dance. Alec smiled taking the boys hand and letting himself be pulled out of his chair and onto the dance floor.

The werewolf smiled, pulling him close and swaying with him to the music. The sight of it making me feel sick. I didn't know what was worse, a 'Nephilim' dancing with a werewolf, or two boys moving together like lovers.

All of it was sickening.

Suddenly, Alec looked toward the window and his eyes locked on mine. I was frozen in place by that. This was my first time looking him completely in the eyes. They were stunning.

Alec smirked, whispering something in the werewolf's ear before moving away from him and heading to the entrance. Once outside, he smiled at me, holding out his hand.

"You gonna just stand there or are you going to come inside?"

"Um…"

He rolled his eyes before reaching out and grabbing my hand, pulling me away from the window and into the Tavern.

Everyone looked at us as we entered. People stopped dancing but the music didn't stop.

Alec stopped in the middle of the dance floor before putting his arms around my shoulders, pulling me close to him.

"Don't by shy. Dance with me."

I swallowed hard, feeling my heart slamming in my chest.

"We can't. Two guys dancing together is absurd."

He laughed before turning around in my arms, wrapping them around his waist so we were swaying together intimately. Leaning into my ear, he whispered hotly, "what your daddy doesn't know won't hurt him."

His words made me shiver and with that, all my resolve was gone. I tightened my arms around his waist, swaying along with him. He smirked at me before laying his head back on my shoulder, exposing his neck to me.

I leaned down, kissing up his neck making him sigh in delight. The sound made me excited. My blood was buzzing as if I were high.

The sound of familiar laughter filled my ears making me come crashing back into reality.

When I looked around I was still outside alone by the window. Alec was still inside. He never came and got me and we never danced.

Was it all I my head? Why would I imagine such a thing?

The familiar laughter came again and when I looked back through the window I saw that Alec was now dancing with my sister Clary. Alec had picked her up and was spinning her playfully, causing her to laugh and wrap her arms around his neck so she wouldn't fall.

I quickly backed away from the Tavern window before she could have the chance to see me. Horrified by my own imagination, I ran out of the alley, making my way back to the Institute.

How could I have imagined Alec like that? Him pulling me inside and making me dance with him. Me kissing up his neck and enjoying all the noises that escaped passed his lips.

That was sinful! It was barbaric!

What the hell had Alec Lightwood done to me?!

I burst into the Institute moments later, running up the stairs that led to the Shadowhunter living quarters. I ran to my room and slammed the door shut, leaning against it breathing hard.

What was I supposed to do? That boy had cursed me somehow. How did he do it? What witchcraft could he possibly posses?

I turned my attention to the bandana on my bedside table. The one he borrowed for his trick. That had to be the source of his evil.

Moving over to my fireplace, I set some new logs inside it before dropping a lit match inside, causing a fire to blaze to life. I quickly grabbed the bandana, standing in front of the fireplace and going to throw it inside.

My arm swung down to throw it in the flames but my fingers wouldn't let it go. They clung on tight to the fabric, trembling around it.

My entire body trembled now as I fell to the floor, holding the bandana to my face. It smelled different from usual. His scent must have made it's way onto it.

Tears stung at me eyes as I ran my hands into my hair, slightly rocking back and forth.

Was I going crazy? Why was this boy haunting me? How do I make it stop?

I looked up at the painting of Raziel above the fireplace, glaring down at me with conviction in his eyes.

"Please Raziel, save me from this. Don't let me fall for his trap."

I closed my eyes tight for a moment before calming down, collecting my thoughts.

No, it wasn't going to be like this. I am a good Shadowhunter. I am a soldier of the angels. I will not let a sinner blacken my soul.

I refuse to let it happen.