Chapter One: Demon Hunting
Okay chapter 1! Are you ready for this? I am. : ) I've seriously been working on this forever. I hope you like it! The next chapter will be more Malec centered… Hopefully. And happy Friday the 13th!
Disclaimer: Look up it up. It'll teach you that I don't own a thing. Except the errors…
Alec's POV
I had been hearing Jace call for me for the last few minutes, but refused to answer. There had been low demon levels so there was nothing to do and I was spending the day reading in the library.
I heard the heavy wooden door of the Institute library open and looked up from my spot on the floor to see Jace wandering into the room. My parabatai spotted me and headed over, making his way through the maze of bookshelves toward me.
"You should find another hiding spot," Jace said. He seemed to have forgotten how long it took him to find me.
"Apparently. But it did take you about ten minutes to even bother searching the library," I replied, checking my watch. It had become a sort of game for us: I would hide to avoid unnecessary demon hunting, Jace would find me, and I'd get dragged along anyway.
I sighed and put the book down, saving my spot before standing up. "Alright, let's go get geared up," I said. I already knew that fighting was futile. If Jace went alone he'd probably end up getting killed.
We were in our gear in minutes and grabbed our weapons from the training room. As soon as we were sure that we were armed to the teeth, we headed out. Jace led us around to a park and started leading me around in circles through the trees.
"Maybe we should try calling them. You know, kinda like a dog?" Jace mused. I rolled my eyes at Jace's stupidity and the moron in question started calling "Here, demons, demons, demons! Come here!" I stopped him by hitting him on the back of his golden head. "Ow! What was that for?" Jace yelled indignantly.
I was prevented from answering by the roar of a demon. It was one of those demons that classified as 'big, scary, and ugly' and Jace was absolutely thrilled.
"Alec! It worked! Look!" Jace cheered. I shot him a look that mostly said 'you dumb-ass' and turned toward the oncoming demon, notching an arrow. Though I couldn't remember its name – it wasn't commonly seen in New York, or anywhere, really – I did know how to kill it, and that was all that mattered.
I aimed at the demon's bright orange eye, but it was batted away at the last second. Jace whipped out a seraph blade and ran forward with a fierce battle cry, aiming for its heart. If I hadn't been so focused on killing the demon and not Jace, I would have rolled my eyes at him again. Instead, I notched another arrow and shot at the demon again.
This time the arrow hit the demon, but bounced off its thick hide when it moved. Jace had taken to taunting the thing, shouting insults at it at every chance he got. This only made it angrier, and my arrows still weren't doing any damage.
I stashed the bow away and grabbed my seraph blade rush to join Jace. It was vaguely crab-like, so I lunged underneath it and felt the blessed blade sink into the creature's soft underbelly.
"Jace!" I yelled, "Aim for underneath of it!" Jace nodded and lunged toward the thing but it moved before his blade could get near, sending me flying.
I hit a tree hard. All the air whooshed out of my lungs and my vision got fuzzy. It was a good thing it was only one demon, otherwise I would've been eaten by now.
As soon as I had my breath back I jumped to my feet and grabbed my bow. I took aim and sent the arrow flying.
Finally the arrow hit its intended mark. It hit the demon's eye the same moment that Jace brought down his seraph blade in the demon's stomach. The demon shrieked one last time and swiped at Jace, sending him flying across the shaded clearing, before folding in on itself and disappearing.
"Jace!" I called. I ran over to make sure he didn't have any major injuries and helped him up off the ground. I winced at the soreness in my back.
"I'm fine," Jace groaned. "No demon poison, I promise," He smirked, noticing me inspecting him for injuries.
I rolled my eyes. "It's a miracle. Not only has the mighty Jace slayed the demon, but he did so without a scratch," I replied, my voice heavy with sarcasm. I glanced at my watch. "Wow. And we killed it in under fifteen minutes."
"Ugh. Really? Let's go find another one," Jace said, starting to set off.
"No, Jace. I really don't want to die today." I chased after him. "Can't you call Clary or something?" I asked. I was supposed to be at Magnus's in a half-hour, and Magnus would freak if he saw all the demon blood that I was covered in.
"Oh yeah…"
I wanted to smack him. You'd think after almost ten years of him I would be used to Jace's stupidity. Obviously not. "Wow. I cannot believe you need to be reminded that you have a girlfriend."
"Well she's usually off with Simon during the day," Jace tried to defend himself. He was failing rather miserably.
"Jace, Simon's with Izzy," I said slowly. "Haven't you noticed the lack of threats aimed at you?" I asked as we made our way back toward the Institute.
Jace smiled at me evilly. "No, but I have noticed the lack of insults aimed at you," he smirked, eyeing his adoptive brother.
"Don't start." I warned, playfully punching my parabatai in the ribs.
Jace punched me back. "Oh you are so going down!" Jace yelled. I just laughed and shoved Jace through the door of the Institute. In retaliation Jace shoved me forcefully out of the elevator, causing me to trip and land on the plush carpet. I was just standing up to get back at Jace when I froze at the sound of my mother's voice: "Alec Lightwood!"
I turned to see Maryse coming down the hallway toward us. "What do you think you're doing? You're getting demon blood all over the rugs! Where did you even find any demons anyway?" She shrieked. If there was anything Maryse hated, it was demon blood on her expensive, plush, Persian rugs. And when she was angry it was a good idea to run away.
"Mom. I didn't realize you'd be home," I said, avoiding the question. I shot Jace a glare that said I'll get you back for that. Maryse noticed and looked into the elevator where Jace was hiding.
"Jace! Look at you! You're filthy! Go take a shower. And don't touch anything! That applies to you, too, Alexander," she warned, walking back toward the library.
We took off our shoes and went upstairs to our rooms, haphazardly throwing our weapons into the weapons room (such an original name isn't it?) on our way. The Institute was big enough so that Jace, Izzy and I could have our own bathroom. It made mine and Jace's lives easier because that way Izzy wasn't hogging their bathroom all day. I took a quick shower and started getting ready to head over to Magnus's.
So ta-da! Maryse is probably extremely OOC. And Alec. But whatever. It's fanfiction after all. : P Review please! Thanks!
~Nikki
