Only the light sound of snores could be heard in Magnus Banes's loft. The home was darkly illuminated by night but nothing else. Alexander Lightwood was sound asleep on his boyfriend's chest, his breathing coming out in smooth, even puffs of air. Magnus Bane was dreaming softly in the large bed, imaginary Alec doing unspeakable things to him in the dark of their bedroom. He moaned every so often interrupting the snoring of their cat, Chairmen Meow who was curled at their feet. Every once in a while Magnus would kick out and knock the cat awake, the Chairmen would merely purr unappreciatively and adjust himself on the bed, closer to Alec.

Both men were in their birthday suits under the light covers that were thrown over their waists, safe to say Alec would be limping the next day. The corners of the boy's lips were quirked in his sleep, content and safe in the arms of his beloved boyfriend after their adventurous night in the bedroom.

The silence in the home, except for the quiet snores and moans, was almost deafening. A pin could be heard, that's why when a soft creak echoed through the large apartment Alec sat up in bed. His eyes were thrown open and he was suddenly wide awake. Luckily for the boy his Shadowhunter abilities has sported him with excellent hearing and agility. Sometimes, he would admit it was annoying waking up to every single little noise, but he was also very grateful, he never knew when he would need the skill.

He waited, sitting bolt upright, for another noise to come. None did, but something didn't feel quite right. Maybe Alec wasn't the best Shadowhunter and maybe he wasn't the smartest but he sure as hell had a good sixth sense. Giving one final look down at his adorable sleeping boyfriend he slipped from the bed, pulled on a pair of boxers and black sweat pants and made for the bedroom door. Before he opened the door he rummaged in the closet for one of his trusty seraph blades.

"Raphael," he murmured against the blade's surface, and slipped from the room and into the darkened hallway. The hall stretched out wide, doors lining the walls and strange picture frames along side them. Alec could faintly see the outline of the living room, the back of their leather couch and the flatscreen that was stuck to the wall. But he couldn't see from this angle if there were anybody in the room, something told him he should be careful. His conscience told him he should wake Magnus, but he couldn't bring himself to wake his warlock in case this was all just a mistake.

Alec's heart began beating rapidly faster and his breath started coming more unevenly than the last. On bare feet he walked slowly to keep the floorboards from creaking and alerting the intruder. He let himself be carried by his feet into the living room,his way lit by the faint glow of his blade. To his surprise there was nothing unusual awaiting him in the living room only the usual; tv, coffee table, couch, lounge chair, and their beautiful book shelf.

When he knew for sure no one was hiding behind a piece of furniture or creeping in the shadows he continued on into the kitchen. His posture became less tense and his stance less threatening. When he flicked the light on in the little kitchen a cold hand went over his mouth and he could feel the tip of a blade piercing into his spine.

Quieter than a mice a voice spoke into his ear, breath tickling his lobe, "If you make a noise I'll kill you, Lightwood."

The voice was familiar but the face that went along with it was just out of his reach. He raked his brain for a face but couldn't find one, until a rumbling laugh came from the person. Their chest was pressed against Alec's back and he could feel every exhale, every inhale and every laugh he let out.

"Johnathan Morgenstern," Alec whispered under his breath, barely audibly, loud in the deafening silence.

The blade piercing his back broke the skin as more pressure was applied, "What did I say about making a noise, Alexander?"

Alec couldn't for the life of him figure out what he was going to do. He knew he couldn't take on this man, he was more than twice as strong, as smart and as fast. He didn't stand a chance. He was going to die.

"You're probably wondering what I'm doing here, aren't you?" Jonathan's voice purred softly into his ear. Alec shivered. Honestly, his mind hadn't even thought that far ahead yet. Why was Jonathan Morgenstern in his home, holding him at knife point?

"You probably also think I'm here for your Downworlder boyfriend." Alec's eyes widened at that, his heart picked up speed and his mind started working on overdrive. Without another thought Alec spun on his heels lifted his foot and kicked out. His bare foot made contact with hard abdominal muscle, but it did the trick, Jonathan went flying backwards and hit the floor almost soundlessly. Magnus didn't even stir in their bedroom down the hall.

"Ha, I didn't expect you to be a fighter, maybe I should have put more faith in you, Lightwood."

Jonathan boosted himself up onto his feet again and charged at Alec in the blink of an eye. Alec almost didn't have time to react. He could see the glint of the blade in the dark and moved to the side just in time to dodge the tip. Jonathan laughed again.

"You're fast too, who'd have known the weak link wasn't half bad, but then again it was Jace who told me you were the worst Shadowhunter he'd ever met," he snickered at Alec.

Alec wasn't even listening, he only caught half that line and wouldn't, couldn't let it bother him. He wasn't going to make the next move, he wasn't going to give him the advantage to one up him, but he didn't know how he was going to win a fight one on one with the boy tainted with demon blood.

Just then Jonathan made another lunge for him, and this time Alec wasn't fast enough. The blade cut straight through his shoulder he heard the tip of the blade, protruding from his shoulder, clink against the metal fridge as he flew backwards on impact. Jonathan laughed menacingly, pressing his body against Alec's to corner him and block his escape. With another heart felt laugh he yanked the blade from Alec's shoulder and quickly slammed the handle into Alec's temple, affectively knocking the Shadowhunter out.

"Pathetic," Jonathan mumbled to himself as he watched Alec's unconscious body crumple to the ground.