Jocelyn was going to kill me if I didn't find her soon. Clary was a difficult person to track for some reason. Why couldn't she find the girl herself? If she was really so damn concerned something had happened...
"No, now was not the time to go off on this again. Magnus had taught me well enough, I knew I would find her. She was most likely to be at Pandimonuim with her little friend Simon.
One of the upsides to living in Manhattan, was the fact that i could glide from rooftop to rooftop with out being seen by the Mundies below. Day or night, I was probably the most dangerous things out there... besides the demons of course.
Once to Clary's beloved under 21 club, I positioned myself on the roof, careful not to loose concentration. I closed my eyes and pressed my palm to the concrete beneath. It began to recede, giving me a window to the dancefloor below. Sure enough, my little sis was there. The window expanded enough for me to slip through. Mundies never saw the little things like this, they were too blinded by the world in front of them.
Clary and Simon stuck out like sore thumbs in this place. Clary with her green hoodie and Simon in a worn out t-shirt and jeans. I fit in fine, which is always a good thing; gray-washed skinny jeans, mid-shin leather boots with buckles, shredded, paint splattered tank-top, and two industrial bars through my right ear... Well, it was better than their effort.
Something was off.
Very off.
My surroundings were tense.
When i saw the boy with the electro blue hair, I knew it. He was a vampire.
He was following some slutty chick in a white dress...
And he was being followed by Clary... and...
This was going to be fun.
However, instead of intercepting, I figured it might be a good idea to let sis be curious... let her find why it killed the cat.
We all ended up in a storage closet.
Chick.
Vampire.
And the rest of the shadowhunters that were with the girl in the white dress.
Clary remained hidden behind a rack with tools and whatnot. I was in a corner, invisible to them all.
"Nice work, Isabelle," sneered one of the boys. He was lucious if I do say so myself.
Isabelle had a golden whip wrapped around the vampire's torso and arms. The dark haired boy pulled out a searph blade.
Clary's eyes widened.
"NO!" she yelled, comming out of her hiding place.
The lucious golden boy whirled around, his runes making him look fierce.
"You can't murder him!" she exclaimed, exasperated. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Now was the time to step in. Clary didn't realize what she was doing.
I yanked my daggar out of my boot and slipped out onto the field between my sis and the demon hunting trio.
"There's no need for violence, here, children," I said nonchlantly.
"Ok, what is going on?" the other boy demanded.
"Is he a rouge one?" I ask.
"Yes," Isabelle answered.
I snatch the blade from the pale dark headed boy.
"Well, let me be of assistance."
I knew the day had to come; Clary needed to know the truth. One way or another, she would see me kill. Better sooner than later I suppose.
Clary gasped in horror as the blade was plunged through the vamp's chest. She was so predictable. As she tried to slip away I grabbed her.
"I don't know where you think you're going, missy. It would be kind of rude to run away just to avoid an awkward conversation."
I look back at the three, "I'm Jamie Lovette."
They stared back at me like I was complete idiot.
"Now, come on! I thought shadowhunters were more civil than my kind!"
Isabelle steps up. "I'm Isabelle. This is my brother Alec," she pointed to the awkward one, " and Jace."
"What the hell is going on?" Clary demanded.
I looked her in the eyes. Slowly, her struggling ceased, and she was unconcious.
"What are you?" Jace whispered.
"Just a shadowhunter with a few tricks up her sleves."