Jace stared at Jonathan through hooded eyes while quickly running through names in his head. Nope, had never heard of an Alec Lightwood. And now thanks to his brother, he would never meet him either, whoever he was.

"So that's who you killed huh?" Jace leaned his head back against the wall gently, fighting the nausea that was making his vision waver and distort. "What did he do? Cut in front of you in line?" he asked with a grin. "Did he say that his toy truck was better than yours?" As Jace laughed, Jonathan clenched his teeth in anger before pushing the blade harder against his jugular.

"You just don't know when to shut up do you? You're in absolutely no position to be pissing me off right now." Jonathan murmured in a low voice. Jace looked back at him apathetically.

"What are you gunna do Jonathan? Kill me like you killed that guy? For all I know, you could be lying about offing this Alec Lightwood person. And anyways this could just be another one of your stupid games." Jonathan smiled slowly as he looked down into Jace's eyes.

"I'm telling the truth. I killed him." Jace stared back at him, his golden eyes hard with disbelief. Jonathan brought his lips to Jace's ear. "Do you wanna know how I did it?" he asked in a gentle voice, like he was on the verge of sharing a beautiful secret.

"No, not really." Jace replied stiffly.

Jonathan pushed his hips up against Jace's, pinning him back against the wall. Jace clenched his teeth against the powerful urge to shove him away and inhaled slowly to settle the adrenaline that was tightening his body in preparation for a fight. Jonathan gently ran the edge of the blade over and over the pounding pulse in Jace's throat as he spoke, as though intrigued by it.

"He wasn't supposed to have gotten away…no one's ever gotten away before." Jonathan said with glazed eyes. Jace frowned.

"What are you talking about? You killed him so how did he get away?" Jonathan looked back up at him, his eyes coming back into focus.

"He tried to fight me you know." Jonathan laughed, "The poor idiot actually thought he had a chance against me…he was so surprised." Jace felt a swell of sympathy inside him for this Alec Lightwood who had made the grave mistake of…being in the same city as Jonathan Morgenstern. His brother looked him in the eyes, his sick humor still lighting them up and making them glint like onyx.

Jonathan slowly dragged the dagger down Jace's chest. "Father always said to take your time when doing things that you enjoy…and Mr. Alec took quite a long time to die because I just couldn't help myself….you know how I like to play with things. First I cut him here." Jace felt the blade slice a cut into his lower stomach. He looked down and saw the wound bleeding slow and purposefully. "Don't move little Angel boy; I want to show you how I killed my first enemy. Think of it as…a brotherly bonding moment as I share with you my experience." Jonathan said with a sinister smile. Jace stared at him, rage making his hands shake.

"Dick. I liked this shirt."

Before Jonathan could make another move, Jace reached out and grabbed the wrist that held the dagger and twisted it hard. He felt a small pop under his hand and Jonathan gasped in pain and dropped the knife. Jace shoved Jonathan backwards away from him before ducking down and grabbing it up off the ground with a speed that would have a mundane running for a priest. Jonathan tightly held his broken wrist and looked at him furiously. Jace raised the dagger, wet with his blood, and circled around Jonathan to the door.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I've sure had enough brotherly bonding for one night…so good luck with the whole depression thing and dealing with being a murderer. Know that I say this with all sincerity; I hope it eats away at you."

Jonathan stared at him without blinking as Jace backed away out of the room.

Jace strode down the hall, looking over his shoulder once to see if Jonathan decided he wanted to keep fighting and follow him; he hadn't. He bypassed his room and instead headed to the third floor bathroom. He shut the door behind him before wiping blood off the dagger onto a towel. That was the second time he had had to clean blood off this blade tonight. He slipped it back into his belt before sliding up the window. He climbed out agilely, balancing on the narrow ledge on the outside before sliding down the steep roof to the edge of the house, three stories from the ground. Jace stared off towards Alicante, his eyes gazing longingly at the demon towers and the soft glow that the witch light street lamps gave off. He stretched out his hand and imagined that he could feel the city lights on his fingertips.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jace saw a light. He turned his head towards the barn, letting his arm fall back down to his side. There was someone in the loft. Jace frowned. His father wouldn't still be in there would he? And surely he wouldn't be up in the loft? The stable boys shouldn't be there this late…Curiosity burned within Jace and propelled him to step forward off the edge of the high roof. He descended as lightly as an angel, landing on the grass in a crouch. Then he took off towards the barn silently, blending in with the shadows and making no noise.

Jace slipped inside the barn and peered around the darkness, searching for movement. He crept forward, keeping pressed against the stalls and out of sight. A shuffling sound came from the loft; the person was still up there. Jace stalked over to the ladder and climbed up, his muscles tightening in preparation for whoever was up there. He emerged from the top of the ladder and saw the culprit. Jace pulled the dagger out of his belt and approached the boy, who had his back to Jace.

"You lost?" Jace asked quietly. The boy spun around, startled.

The stranger was a bit taller than Jace, though not as muscular in the upper body and he looked to be around the same age, if not a little older. He had messy black hair, smooth light skin, and deep blue eyes that at the moment were wide with shock at Jace's sudden appearance. The boy's hand flew to his belt but Jace advanced on him, the dagger raised to his throat.

"Don't." Jace said. "That's not a very good idea." The boy slowly lowered his hands; his eyes on Jace were very cautious. Jace walked around him, and the boy turned with him, not letting him get any closer. Satisfied that there was no one else in the loft with them, Jace glanced back at the intruder. "Who are you and what are you doing here? This isn't the kind of place to just go exploring in. The people who live here are dangerous." The boy raised his eyebrows and gestured at his wicked dagger.

"Well obviously." he said. Jace watched him as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "The Morgensterns live here. So you must be the other one. Jace." Jace narrowed his eyes. He really did not like the fact that this boy knew him whereas he was clueless to who he was dealing with. Who was he? Did he live in Alicante? And how did he know of him? The boy looked at Jace with those blue eyes, and Jace couldn't help but stare. Blue was a nice change from the black that he was so accustomed to. The blue eyes widened imploringly.

"Have you seen my sister? I'm afraid something happened to her here." Jace shook his head.

"Whoa whoa whoa. You still haven't answered any of my questions so why would I answer any of yours? Who are you and why are you playing around in my barn's loft?"

The boy rolled his eyes.

"I wasn't playing. I'm looking for my sister."

"And why would she be in my barn?" The boy sighed and looked away.

"Because she heard about what happened to me and came to find the person responsible. She's ruthless like that." Jace frowned.

"I literally have no clue what you're talking about. I think you have the wrong house or something. You should probably go before my father finds you." The boy shook his head.

"No way. I'm not leaving until I find my sister." Jace clenched his teeth and tried to calm his rising anger. His emotions were on the very edge from all that had happened today and he seemed to be loosing the iron control he usually had over them.

"You wanna stay here so he can find you? Because I can promise you that he won't be nearly as nice as I'm being…" The boy scoffed.

"This is you being nice?" Jace smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Oh, you should see me on a bad hair day. I'm just downright nasty." he said in a low voice.

The other boy blushed gently, which baffled Jace. However, it seemed that he got the message: Jace was no one to mess with, and that this was, in fact, not the meanest he could be. "And I haven't seen your sister. But let me tell you, if she does get found by my brother, it won't really matter how ruthless you think she is."

Just then a golden wire whipped around his left wrist and pulled tight with a snap. He was yanked around by his arm to face a girl with long black hair and even longer legs. Jace gasped as the girl pulled on her whip, tightening it even more around his wrist. She smiled with a gleam in her eyes as she pulled him forward again, making him drop the dagger to the floor.

"Well how ruthless do you think I am, big boy?" she asked. Jace shook his head, impressed with her looks but already convinced she wasn't too smart.

"Not nearly ruthless enough." Jace said as he grabbed the whip and pulled her towards him. He plucked a knife out of the sheath at her thigh and cut the whip wrapped around his wrist. Blood ran down his hand from the gash the whip had made but he ignored it as he spun away from the girl as she advanced on him, swinging the remains of her whip at him with ferocity. Jace raised the knife.

"Enough! Don't move."

Jace looked up and saw the boy suddenly had a bow and arrow aimed at him. He must have had it hidden in a bale of hay because Jace hadn't seen it before when he was looking for others in the loft. The boy's hands were steady and he stared at Jace without blinking, the arrow's point aimed directly at his heart.

"Drop it." the boy said. Jace's eyes sparkled.

"You should know that I rarely do as I'm told." he said as he drew his arm back to throw it. The boy shot the arrow like Jace knew he would. Jace spun out of its path and ripped the bow out of his hands. The boy swung at Jace, who blocked him with one hand before kicking him back against the barn wall. Jace raised the knife to him and turned around to see the girl coming up behind him with a crowbar.

"Put it down or I'll kill him." Jace said. She seemed to snarl back at him.

"I have a better idea: let's me and you have another go so I can teach you a lesson." Jace laughed arrogantly.

"Oh yeah? And what lesson could you possibly teach me?" Her eyes darkened and she took a few steps closer, looking as fierce as a lioness.

"Why it's a bad idea to screw with the Lightwoods, Jonathan Morgenstern."