Jonathan X Reader

The Circle

"Ugh that's discusting." You mumbled to yourself after you disposed of the demon that ambushed you on the way back to your apartment.

You wiped your hands clean and then turned around heading back home. The city lights twinkled all over the place but your mind was to jumbled to be able to think about their beauty now.

Your parents had been dead for about three years now, even though your only 16 you still know way more than every mundane. You never went to school like the mundanes because you trained with your family out in the old farm house you lived in on the french country side. After their death you moved into the city, found a small one room apartment that had enough room for you and your weapons. You have been searching and searching for years for a lead on what your parents might have done and this morning you uncovered something.

There was a book in your old family library that had information on this thing called the circle, it was run by a man named Valentine but his last name wasn't mentioned. The circle was an organization that wanted to rid the world of the downworlders, which is ridiculous. With the amount of downworlders that live in this world there's no way that one group of Shadowhunters would be able to kill all of them.

These thoughts clouded your mind as you walked up the steps to your building and opened the door. You took the stairs two at a time up to your apartment and opened the door. It looked exactly the same. Small couch in the corner facing your TV, a coffee table with a few spare books on it, including the book about the circle. Your apartment may have been far away but the eiffal tower looked beautiful no matter where you were or how you looked at it.

The kitchen was as clean and pristine as ever the only thing relatively messy was the cereal bowl in the sink from this morning. Which would be washed later.

But right now is not the time to be thinking about your apartment. Now is the time for research. You went into the kitchen and dumped your bag onto the table. Today you discovered something else.

This morning you took a train out to your old farmhouse to take a looked around there was a picture hidden under the floorboards in the attic. Your mother and father were holding a baby in their arms which was obviously you, and there was a man standing next to them who was smiling but it wasn't a bright smile it was a sinister smile that showed you a person's dark side.

The words on the back had the date on it, three days after your birthday, and names (mother's name, fathers name, Valentine M.) So evidently your parents were close with this Valentine guy. All you had to do now was find out why.

"So I guess that they were in the circle.... but there are many shadowhunters that were in the circle that live normal lives, so what did they do???" You were starting to get frustrated and when you get frustrated you talk to yourself.

"Maybe they killed someone important? But who...." you continue your research for a few more hours until you get fed up and decide to go to sleep.

The second you walk in your room you know that something is wrong. Everything looks right but there's a certain magic in the air that doesn't feel right. You pull your seraph blade out and use the light from it to guide you. Everything is in its correct place but your window is open, you run over and look out only to find someone running away at lightning speed in the alley below you.

At that you slam the window shut, lock it, and pull the curtains tightly closed. It's creepy yes but there could have just been a mundane thief trying to break in and left when they heard you in the kitchen. So you hopped into the shower and then changed into your comfy pajamas. You may be a shadowhunter but you can still be comfortable.

As you were towel drying your long dark hair you noticed an envelope sitting on your bed it had a strange crest on the stamp but this was no mundane letter. You opened it and pulled out the letter.

Oh dearest Y/N

Your mother and father should have taught you not to meddle in strange affairs. It's sad that you have to end this way, you always were a pretty little Rouge.

That's when it clicked. They had found you.

A sound was made behind you and you reached for your seraph blade and ripped it out.

A dark figure was standing in your closet. It lunged out of your closet straight at you. But that's when all of your training kicked in you flipped the figure over and then kicked him in the face then you pulled his hood off of him and pinned him on the ground.

His white hair fell into his black eyes, he had muscles and you could tell that he trained but not to the point that he looked sick. But that's because he wasn't human, he was a shadowhunter the first one you have seen in the last three years.