As much as it pains me to say this, this might be the final chapter! But the winner of the costume contest is revealed!

Disclaimer-

Me: Please, please, please may I own your characters?

Cassandra Clare: No, they are mine and I own them!

Me: What about just one? Simon?

Cassandra Clare: No

Me: Magnus?

Cassandra Clare: No

Me: What about a minor character like Pangborn?

Cassandra Clare: No you can own your original character Denzel and nothing else!

"Jace, do you mind telling me why you have glitter and feathers on your head? You told me you needed them for a prank, but I didn't know you were intending on pranking yourself. Nephilim these days," Magnus rolled his eyes.

"I didn't mean for this to happen!" Jace protested.

"Yeah, of course you didn't!" Alec laughed.

"Alec! You were in on the prank with me! You know I was supposed to be pranking Denzel!"

"You…you..YOU WERE GOING TO PRANK ME?" Denzel roared. Jace had forgotten that Denzel was there."WITH GLITTER AND FEATHERS?" Jace was unaware that Denzel could shout, so far he had only heard him wail and talk normally. Well as normally as you can when the words he was speaking was 'I LOVE YOU JACE!'

Magnus bit his lip. "You're in trouble now, Nephilim."

"Um, of course I wasn't going to prank you! Why would I prank my biggest fan?" Jace laughed, trying to hide the desperation in his voice.

"You did ask me to lock myself in the bathroom, remember?" Despite the fact that Denzel's brown eyes were hidden by amber contact lenses, you could still see the burning rage in them as he spoke.

"Ok, Ok, I was pranking you. But hey, I'm the one who ended up getting pranked. My plan backfired and I'm the one covered in glitter and feathers- which does nothing for my zombie costume, can I add- so I've learnt my lesson. I should not have pranked you, I am sorry little Denzel. " Jace apologized, pulling a feather out of his glitter covered hair. He wasn't lying, his plan did backfire and he was sorry that he'd pranked Denzel but only because his plan failed.

"I'm not sure I believe you, you've been horrible to me all night. I treated you with respect, I looked up to you, you were my role model, I sae you as a hero but you just see me as a piece of dirt to be trampled on. Well no more, I am disbanding the Jace fan club. I am going to tell all of the fourteen members what you're really like. I don't know what I ever saw in you!" Denzel raged. Jace was surprised to hear the anger coming from the formerly timid boy's lips. But he was even more surprised to hear that his fan club had only fourteen members. Surely there had to be more people who liked him? He was Jace for Angel's sake! What's not to like? The rest of the world must have been jealous that they're not as great as me, he thought.

"I'm sorry…" Jace trembled as Denzel stormed out of the room. In reality, Jace was more thankful than sorrowful, now that Denzel didn't like him anymore, he wouldn't have a creepy stalker. It meant having one less fan, but that meant that he wouldn't have a stalker. He just felt sorry for Denzel's next victim! Denzel seemed like the type of boy to rush from one fandom to another. He'd have another idol within half an hour.

"Well that was awkward." Magnus clapped his hands together, breaking the silence.

"Hey, when are you going to announce the winner of the costume contest? I didn't spend ages on this costume for nothing you know!" Alec said.

"Don't you mean I spent ages on your costume? If it wasn't for me you'd have a patchy white face and wobbly eyes!" Magnus rolled his eyes. He looked at Alec's face, he did a pretty good job at it if he said so himself. After all, he'd had centuries of practice!

"I knew you couldn't have done it by yourself! And just so you know, I'm going to win!" Jace smirked.

"Oh yeah, glittery, feather covered zombie. Real scary." Alec chuckled.

"I wonder if he's a twilight zombie." Magnus sniggered.

"Do NOT associate me with those faeries! Even Simon's more of a vampire than they are!" Jace surged.

"Stop insulting the faeries, there are some downstairs you know. And yes, I guess I should say the winner!"

"Have you even decided on one yet?" Alec asked.

"Nope, but I have a few people in mind." Magnus winked at Alec before walking, sorry strutting, as if Magnus would do anything as ordinary as walking.

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Denzel made his way through the crowds of dancing Downworlders. He just wanted to get away. The only reason he came to this stupid party was because his former idol would be here. He had worked so hard the past few months on his Jace fan club, gathering information, taking pictures, recruiting members. He had known about Jace for a long time, he lived a few streets away with his grandparents. Both of his parents had died in the Alicante war against Valentine. He had heard how Jace and Clary had defeated Valentine and that made him love Jace even more.

He was there that night at pandemonium, he saw Clary enter the back room and he heard her quarrelling with Jace and the Lightwoods. He first found out about Jace when he moved to Brooklyn to live at the Institute. His mother had told him that there was a new boy moving in with the Lightwoods, Jace Wayland, Michael Wayland's son. She said he should go over and say hi. And so he did. But instead of being invited in, he was shoved away. The blonde haired boy told him to get lost. He was probably still depressed over the death of his presumed father. But instead of forgetting about the amber eyed Nephilim, he became more curious about him. He wanted to know who he is, he wanted to know all about him. So, for the next few years he began to gather all the information about him as he could. Asking acquaintances of Jace about him, following him around Brooklyn, making maps of places he goes. Within a year he had enough information to write a biography on Jace's young life.

But he didn't start the whole fan club thing until the events in Alicante. Before that, why would anyone want to be a fan of his? Hardly anyone knew who he was before he was thought to be Valentine's son. And after that, why would anyone want to be a fan of the son of a criminal mastermind? But Denzel hadn't given up on Jace, he had spent years finding out about him, he wasn't going to give up hope just because of a surname.

Jace should have been glad that Denzel had stuck with him through thick and thin. He never resented him for Valentine's actions. In fact, it just made him like him more. Despite the cruel works of his father, Jace had ended up one of the good guys. But instead he despised him. If Denzel had had a fan who had spent many years of their life just following him, he would be flattered that a stranger had given up their time for them. But Jace just saw him as a creepy stalker. He was in a sense, but he wasn't stalking him to get close to him or to steal his things. He just wanted to find out about him because he seemed like an interesting person.

But that was all a waste now, all his efforts down the drain. Jace didn't care about him. And Denzel didn't care for him any more either.

Alec would never do this to him, he seemed like a much nicer person. Alec, he thought, that's who should be my idol.

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Magnus pressed stop on the giant CD player, ending the Jedward song that was playing. It was for their own good really, they shouldn't have to harm their ears by listening to this stuff. He wasn't even sure why it was playing.

"PUT JEDWARD BACK ON!" Yelled a werewolf who was actually dressed like Jedward!

"Ok I'll put it back on, just means you won't be able to find out THE WINNER OF THE COSTUME CONTEST!"

Everyone went silent. They were all desperate to hear who won. Especially Jace and Isabelle who were standing right beside each other. Magnus stood on the mini platform and conjured up a microphone.

"I'm so going to win." Jace whispered to Isabelle.

"Because a glittery zombie covered in rainbow coloured feathers is better than the bride of Frankenstein, yeah right." Isabelle whispered back. Jace groaned, he'd tried to get most of the feathers out but there were still some stuck in his hair. And they were the pink and purple ones, typical. The glitter however, was another story. No matter how much scrubbing he'd try to do, none of it came off. He wondered how Magnus got it off.

"Don't be so sure, I think I have a good chance of winning." Alec said.

"I thought you weren't bothered? And you only think you'll win because you're seeing Magnus." Jace moaned.

"If you guys think you can beat me then you have another think coming!" Simon stated it as if it was a fact.

"As if!" Jace smirked.

"Guys, guys, stop fighting! We all know that I'm going to win!" Clary laughed.

Their argument was cut off by Magnus.

"I'd like to thank everyone for coming to this party in celebration of Halloween! It has been a hard choice deciding on the winner so I've decided to give an honourable mention, a third place, a second and a winner. So first, the honourable mention goes to.." he paused for dramatic effect, "Clary Fray for her witch costume!" The crowd applauded in response.

"See, I told you I'd get a prize!" Clary stuck her tongue out at Jace.

"But it's not first prize!" Jace sneered.

"A prize is a prize, Jace! It's better than what you'll get!"

"No way, I'm going to win!"

"Clary dear, if your conversation with Jace is more important than your prize than I can always give it to somebody more deserving." Magnus sighed, putting his hand on his hip.

"Oh, ok, coming!" Clary ran up to where Magnus was.

"Well done, Clary, here is your prize!" he said, handing her a vial of green glitter. Clary tried not to show her disappointment.

"Oh, glitter! Thanks Magnus, it's just what I wanted!" Clary lied. As she walked off the podium, she was greeted by laughs by her friends.

"Glitter? Is that it? Typical Magnus!" Jace rolled his eyes. "At least my first place prize will be good."

"And for third place, I have chosen two winners because they're costumes are both equally as good plus they fit together, so it would only be right to give them both an award. The third place prizes go to…Isabelle Lightwood and Simon Lewis!" Magnus cheered. Isabelle gasped.

"See! Now who's got the better costume?" Isabelle jeered. She took Simon's hand and they walked hand in hand to Magnus.

"Well done Isabelle and Simon, I loved your Frankenstein and bride costumes, very original. So, your grand prize is….This tuna sandwich!" Magnus handed Isabelle and Simon a tuna sandwich each. Everyone fell into fits of laughter.

"Magnus, I'm a vampire I can't eat this." Simon laughed.

"Trust you to be ungrateful. Give it to your girlfriend then." Magnus rolled his eyes. Simon was about to point out that Isabelle wasn't his girlfriend but he saw her smile and didn't have the heart. Well technically, that was true because his heart didn't beat.

"A tuna sandwich? Really?" Jace smirked as they walked off the podium clutching sandwiches.

"At least we got a prize!" Simon scoffed.

"How do you know I haven't won second or third?"

"Because your costume sucks."

Again, their conversation was interrupted by a man dressed like Lady Gaga. "Second place was a hard one, but it goes to none other than my boyfriend, Alec Lightwood whom I love dearly for his ghost costume!" Magnus beamed. Alec didn't bother taunting Jace, he just stepped up to accept his prize. "For you my darling, you can have this very special, limited edition signed picture of me! And you also get a big long kiss from me later." Alec smiled at the thought.

"Thank you Magnus, I've always wanted a signed photo of you." Alec grinned. The photo of Magnus was beautiful. His hair was in it's usual spiked up style with rainbow streaks in. He was covered in blue glitter, the same shade as Alec's eyes. Blue eyeliner was drawn around his catlike eyes. His top was light blue, tightly fitting and covered in blue glitter. But what made Alec smile the most was that his picture was on Magnus' t-shirt.

"Everyone does."

Alec walked off the podium and walked to his Shadowhunter - and one vampire- friends. "At least I got a decent prize!"

"Decent for you, what would I do with a signed photo of Magnus?" Jace said.

"Put it on your bedside next to a photo of me bursting into flames?" Simon suggested, remembering the conversation he had with Jace a few months ago.

"Very funny, vampy. Now be quiet, I'm about to be crowned the winner!" Simon found this hypocritical of Jace seeing as he was probably the loudest person he knew.

"First place was very hard to decide seeing as there were so many good costumes. Nearly everyone turned up in a brilliant costume, but some obviously didn't bother, yes Paul I'm looking at you!" Magnus turned to a boy wearing tracksuit bottoms, a t-shirt and a label saying 'I am a scary monster' on his head. "But first place goes to none other than…..DENZEL VAN DYKE!"

Jace gasped. Denzel? How did he win it? But what was even more shocking was that he did not get any prize. At all!

"Denzel? Are you still here?" Magnus called out.

"Yes I'm still here!" shouted Denzel who was standing at the other end of the room. He was just about to leave when he heard his name being called out.

"Well get up here then, it's no use being over there! Silly Nephilim!"

Denzel walked over to Magnus and stepped up beside him.

"Not many of you know Denzel, but he is Jace Way no, Mor, no, Her, no, Li whatever his surname is, biggest fan He liked him that much that he even dressed up as him for my party!"

"Correction, WAS his biggest fan. I don't like him anymore, not after what he did to me."

"Ok then, do you still want the prize?"

"What are you talking about? Of course I want the prize! There's just one thing I want to say first and that is IN YOUR FACE, JACE! Hey that rhymes, I'm a poet and I don't even know it."

"Well, well done on winning anyway."

"What's my prize?"

"Your prize? Oh," Magnus scratched his head which was covered by a platinum blonde wig. He had forgotten what the prize actually was. "A year's supply of milk!"

"Milk?"

"Yes, milk. Do you not want the milk? Milk is very good for you. Milk is full of milky goodness that is only found in milky milk."

"Stop saying the word milk! And yeah I want the milk but seriously why milk?"

"Why not milk? Now go and take the milk and get off this stage." Magnus handed him a bottle of milk. Cravendale milk, semi skimmed.

"Um, you only gave me one bottle."

"Duh! If I gave you all the milk now, it would spoil and all the milky goodness would be lost. And I thought Jace was stupid…"

"HEY!" Jace shouted.

Magnus ignored the comment from Jace. Denzel walked off the podium.

"So Jace, looks like you won no prizes! That means YOU HAVE THE WORST COSTUME OUT OF ALL OF US!" Isabelle howled with laughter. "I beat you, just like I said I would!"

"You still didn't win though." Jace muttered.

"Neither did you, but I placed third!"

"Joint third."

"Third is still third. Even Clary beat you! Beaten by your own girlfriend…"

"And don't forget Jace, you still have to wear Magnus' clothes for a week!" Simon teased.

"Don't remind me." Jace moaned.

"And don't worry, I've checked with Magnus and he has gave you permission to wear his clothes. And we'll all be there to laugh at you and take pictures."

"Not if I stay in my bedroom all week."

"Don't be so sure of that, Isabelle will make sure you go outside as much as possible."

Their conversation was interrupted, not by Magnus, but by Denzel.

"Thank you, Jace. I couldn't have won this without you." Denzel smiled.

"Are you going to carry on stalking me now?" Jace asked, hoping he'd say no.

"No, I have a new role model now, Alec!" Denzel grinned.

"Alec?" Jace said.

"Yes?" Alec replied.

"RUN!"

So, possibly last chapter, it was quite a long one, but it was supposed to be.

I'm not sure whether to end it here, or add another chapter (just a short one) where Jace has to wear Magnus' clothes.

Tell me in a review!

And what did you think of the chapter?

Oh and in case you didn't know, Jedward are an Irish pop duo who came 6th on UK talent show 'The X Factor'. They were horrendous and could not sing to save their lives. But somehow, they got a record contract.