Credit for the this AU goes to littlemorgenstern on tumblr.
The grayish smoke rose from the newly extinguished candle, swirling up around the room in a dark haze. The cracked wood floor of office in the abandoned warehouse was covered in white wax, which was gradually dripping of the seemingly hundreds of candles. Isabelle Lightwood rose from the ground, clutching a leather bound book to her chest. Her long black hair hung loosely down at her waist, matching her strapless back dress which lay amid her thighs. Unsurprisingly along with the ensemble were her black stiletto heels, ruby pendant and glossy red lips. To anyone else she would have appeared looking like a hooker, but to Izzy and her friends it was just the usual 'uniform'.
"I'm tired. I wanna home." demanded Maia, taking a drag from the cigarette that hung between her teeth.
"Yea yea, give me a sec. Go find Clary and Tess, then we can go." Responded Isabelle, blowing out the final few candles; engulfing the room into pitch darkness.
With an annoyed sigh, Maia flicked on her flashlight and headed out into the corridor to look for their companions. Along with the office, the rest of the warehouse was just the same. Large steel doors and walls covered with cobwebs and strewn with odd machines.
"Clary! Tessa! Maia is getting agitated again." Shouted Izzy, turning her head to lend Maia a devilish smirk.
"Am not!" She paused for a moment. "Okay, maybe I am. But I just want to go, I'm getting way to tired and you know what I'm like with no sleep."
Yea, a raging bitch, Izzy thought. A raging bitch that just can't-
Her thoughts were cut short with a shout from Clary. "We're just coming. Start heading out, we'll meet you at the subway."