He had taken the three of you so easily. Too easily. His power granted him that... Locked in a house with runes and curses on every window and door to the outside. No escape. Not for you, Clary, or Jace. But Johnathan could simply walk in and out as he pleased. He could keep you all there, forever, without the Clave catching on... Even if they did find there you were...Johnathan could draw up a rune and the house would move from one location to another... It was a trap, and you were the mice.

Who could understand what darkness twisted through his mind. With the bubble of his demon power in his blood... He was a monster. A cruel and wicked creature...that's what he was. A man made into more...with only his goals for death and power in his mind. Johnathan knew himself well enough, he knew what he was...and what he was raised to be. That he would never imagine...he would find himself craving more... Let alone from you.

At first it was nothing. Late nights where he found you awake in the kitchen or asleep on the couch with a book in your lap. Nothing. Then he would notice the twitches in your fingers you got when you were nervous...the way you reacted when he was close... And then you'd talk with him...sometimes for hours...about...nothing. You understood a part of him he didn't know he could have. The part of him that his father had beaten into destruction when he was just a boy. The part that made him human. Weak. And this part of him...drew you in. He wasn't just a monster....he was more. And you wanted to change him...because you knew that part of him...could see what he was doing was wrong... Call it stupid...or crazy....but something inside of you could see that side of him...even if he refused it...

The night was cold and storming. Lighting flashed in the sky as heavy rain fell onto the house. Clary and Jace were in there room, asleep. But you couldn't sleep... Rising to your feet you carefully walked into the living room. You felt a cold gust of wind and looked up. Johnathan was outside...the door left open...standing in the rain with his shirt off and his fists clenched against his sides. Blood dripped from his palms where his nails burried into the skin. You could see the scars and runes on his back...the countless inked runes that matched yours and the Shadowhunters and then the endless scars from everything he endured as a child...forced and molded into nothing but a monster. He could feel your presence as you stepped closer, he could sense you and his back tensed, muscles flexing uuder his marred skin. His silver-white hair was soaked and sticking to his face as he stood...still as stone as the rain and wind danced around him.