I grinned as I stepped into the fashionably designed loft and slouched onto a nearby beanbag.
"Magnus!" I called, no one answered. "Magnus!" I yelled, looking around. I hadn't seen him for almost a month and I was beginning to worry. I stood up and began searching his house. The sweet scent of grapefruit shampoo mingled with the sharp smell of hairspray. Glitter blanketed everything from head to toe and even though it seemed no one had been here for weeks, no dust poisoned the air. Where was he? I wandered around, searching every room in the whole three story building and not finding one sign of where my boyfriend was. I looked around for hours, calling his name until I finally gave up and slinked back to the institute. I wandered the dark corridors and finally stopped in front of Jace's room. I slowly twisted the handle and stepped inside. Jace was lying on his back on his bed, examining Clary's sketchbook. He twisted and turned it in his hands, making puzzling faces at it.
"I haven't seen him," Jace stated without looking up. I sighed and slunk out of the crisp white room. I called for Isabelle, I already knew that she hadn't seen him, but I figured it would be comforting to talk to her. She wasn't there. I sighed in defeat and roamed into the courtyard. I was feeling depressed so I stepped outside for some fresh air. I wandered around New York and I finally decided to stop at a little coffee shop. I ordered a medium mocha latte and sat down on a grungy couch by the door. Next up there was a band with a debatable name. They rolled out a drum set and four geeky looking boys sauntered out. Hanging behind the others was a gorgeous dark eyed boy, he seemed familiar… it was Simon! He saw me and our eyes connected and he whispered something to his band mate. He strolled down the few steps that connected the stage to the ground, and came to sit by me.
The first thing he asked me was, "'ya got any money," I handed him a 5 and he went to get something. He came back with a large cup of something that smelled of coffee and cinnamon. He handed back the change. "Thanks." I nodded.
"Have you seen Magnus lately," he asked quickly.
"No," I frowned, "why?"
"I heard some news about him," Simon divulged, "I thought they were just rumors." I began to get more worried.
"What news?" I interrogated.
"I'm sure it's just a rumor, but," he explained, "I heard that some rouge vampires had a deal to settle and they were taking him to South America."
"SOUTH AMERICA?" I screamed frantically. He nodded grimly.