So I have gotten requests to start a new story now that Different is coming to an end. And that is how this was born. I have no idea where I'm going with this but I hope you like it. So here you go.

By the way I am stealing wifi from my grandmas neighbor and am posting from my phone for the first time ever so I'm sorry for any mistakes I make. Yeah okay that all. Enjoy now.

The streets of New York were as busy as ever as the afternoon sun shone high in the sky, casting its warmth down over all the people rushing around.

Everyone was moving with a purpose—somewhere to go, something to do.

Well, almost everyone.

There was one boy who stood out from the rest. A boy with golden hair and golden eyes. A boy who was just standing in front of a café. Standing and watching. Eyes not wavering for even a second.

That, however, wasn't the reason he stood out. Not really.

The reason he stood out was not noticeable to many. Only to the special ones was he noticeable. Only the ones with magic in their blood saw him. Someone like him.

For he was not just an ordinary mundane. Far from it, actually. His big beautiful feather-covered white wings that are extended from his shoulder blades were proof enough of that. The wings that were getting bigger and bigger without him even noticing as seconds passed by.

However, that wasn't the only thing he didn't notice. He also didn't notice a black-haired boy walking towards him. A black-haired boy with a scowl on his face...

"Your wings are growing again," I hissed into his ear as I stopped right next to him.

He jumped in surprise, obviously not expecting anyone to talk to him.

"Alec! I didn't see you. Don't do that." He scolded before turning back towards the café, folding his wings back all the while until they were neatly creased against his back again. Like they were supposed to be in the first place.

"Of course you didn't see me. You're stalking her again." I said in annoyance, rolling my eyes. I cast a glance towards the red-haired girl who was sitting in the café. She was laughing with her nerd friend, completely unaware of us. "When are you going to stop stalking her? It's been a month."

"I'm not stalking," he argued, but it wasn't all that effective considering the fact that he was still staring at her.

Not stalking. Yeah, right.

He has been practically obsessed with the redhead since the first time he saw her a month ago.

I honestly can't understand why. She's nothing special. Just an ordinary mundane. I can point out three just like her if I look around right now.

But, unfortunately, he seems to see something I don't, considering the fact that he has been stalking her all day, every day. It was annoying as hell. I don't even know her, but I already hate her.

Clary. What kind of a name is that anyway? I snorted inwardly.

"Jace, we can't show ourselves to them. You remember that, right? We are only here to—"

"—watch. I know." He sighed.

"—observe." I finished with a scowl. "Their lives are not TV shows for us to watch."

"I know," he said. "I'm not going to do anything. Don't worry."

"Good. Now let's go—Izzy is waiting for us in the park."

"But why?" he whined. Making me almost start laughing at how out of character that was for him. But when he finally looked at me, I fought it down. The last time I laughed at him, he almost broke my arm. Some parabatai he is.

"Because I say so. Now come on." I pulled him by the arm, and luckily he followed without a struggle.

He did, however, look over his shoulder back towards the café until it was out of sight. Making me sigh.

I kept glancing around as we walked. Observing. Watching people laugh and cry. Feeling individual people's distress, or happiness, or sadness if I stopped and concentrated enough to fixate on only that one person.

Because that's what we do. That's what we are here for. We observe. We protect. But we are not allowed to interfere.

It's the one thing we can't do under any circumstances. It's against the Law. So we can only watch them. Feel what they feel.

But that's okay. It's our job. That's how it always was and that's how it always will be.

Because we are not mundanes.

We are angels.

Did you like it? Tell me what you think.

So how was it? Do you want me to continue? I think I have an interesting plot to go with this. And yes I couldn't resist. I guess I have a thing for angel fics. Hopefully this didn't end up as bad as I think it did. Oh and sorry it's short.

Anyway review my lovelies. Hopefully you like it and want me to continue.