To many half bloods in New York
Prologue
Sorry if I get a little too deep with explanation, but in my mind, the gods and demigods of Greek mythology seemed to resemble the Nephilim and Angels, and you know at the time I think the Greeks just didn't know how to explain them, so, following everyone else in the world at the time, they called the Angels and Nephilim gods and/ or demigods. Both of the half human beings have supposed supernatural powers but the same mortality that normal humans do, they are just little harder to get rid of because of their powers. That's why I mashed The Mortal Instruments and Percy Jackson together, well that and they both take place in New York, so it's convenient. Again sorry if that description bogged you down. But please read and review tell me what you think of crossover.
Disclaimer: both sets of Characters belong to their respective authors, Rick Riordan and Cassandra Clare. And thanks to both of you for creating such awesome characters from such miniscule historical proof that these two sets of supernatural beings even existed.
Enjoy!
"I hate him" Alec shot a silencing but very confused look at his partner. Jace shrugged and continued to glare at their suspect.
"Have you met him before?" Alec whispered sticking his head out of the shadows a little to get a better view of the boy. Jace shot Alec a dirty look and followed suit.
"I can tell, he's got that….he's-ugh you know?" Jace said struggling for words, a new habit he picked up from Clary, and personally Alec found that hilarious. Jace never had a hard time finding words before.
"Well he is native to New York City, is that why you hate him? Because if so, there must be a tiny part of you that hates Clary too." Alec said in that philosophical way he had. How does he know these things? The tiny evil voice in Jace's head wondered. No bigger voice clarified because this tiny voice tends to resemble his fath-Valentine when the world felt it nessicary to remind him of that lair. The dark haired boy suddenly stepped back timidly, his swagger broken by something suspicious, that something? A smaller boy with even darker hair and almost paler than Alec that seemed to have literally stepped out of the shadows. Both shadow hunters sat with their mouths agape, they hadn't seen that boy walk down the street or out of a building he just appeared suddenly.
Then Jace said "Succubus?" looking at his brother, eye brow raised. Alec shook his head, his long black hair falling into his line of vision.
"No, something isn't right. They don't seem to have demonic readings." Alec glanced down at his reader. "In fact they have readings similar to our own…..wait, how does that work? We're the only hunters in New York." Alec looked up at the boys and repeated, "Something isn't right."
"Kill "em?" Jace asked, his blades half way drawn.
"Question them." Alec clarified.
"Then we kill?" Jace looked like an excited puppy.
"No." Alec said his tone short and demanding. Jace's face fell but he followed Alec out all the same. "Excuse me? Can we talk to you?" Alec asked, both the younger boys seemed a little taken back by the approach of two young men dressed in all black with weapons belts attached to their hips. The older of the two set his jaw and moved his hand to his pocket, and pulled out at pen? Jace nearly fell over laughing, and then the pen wasn't a pen any more, quite suddenly there was bronze sword with eerie bluish glow at his neck. The younger one seemed unfazed by the sudden appearance of the sharp object that his friend? Brother? Cousin? Carried around. Alec eyed the sword wearily, but maintained a calm revere, something Jace envied him for. Jace was quite simply puzzled by the whole thing, and that never happened. Why Alec is so convinced these kids aren't demons? Where did that sword come from, and the younger guy, it was like poof! Hello I'm here to chat. And I can't tell if their related or not, they look so similar and so not similar at all. His brain was going at the speed of light trying to find an explanation before Alec got it from them, because that's just how Jace operated.
"No, you can't." the older boy said, his sea green eyes piercing Jace with a sneer of distrust. The smaller boy crossed his arms, the action seemed to have caused the shadows the shimmer slightly, Jace could have sworn he saw movement, but at the same time…he couldn't. Alec held up his hands as the sword moved to his throat instead, Jace almost breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly another sword appeared, it was black and he was all of a sudden very cold inside. His shirt front seemed to have turned in to a slight mist that wavered around the blade. Jace looked at the smaller boy, his dark eyes seemed to now hold Jace's every secret. Like Johnathon his mentally gasped. The boy smirked slightly as if this thought was funny to him.
"Sir, we just have a few-ah!" Alec suddenly doubled over in pain, the younger boy looked up at his companion with a questioning look. The green eyed boy smiled, his hand flexed but barely noticeable at his side. He uttered one word that sent chills of recognition through Jace.
"Lupa."