A Simple Cigarette

I was looking through my files and found this. After a bit of revising, I decided to post it. Should I continue it?

And for all of you that are reading Confused, I'm sorry i haven't been updating it. I just haven't got any inspiration for it lately. sorry, but i will update it as soon as i have some ideas.

Summary:
She didn't know why she had the cigarette, all she knew was that she didn't want to let it go. Isabelle looks for solace from her losses in the darkness of night and the intoxicating smoke of a cigarette.

It was a dark street in the middle of the night with a long stretch of road and a single street light. The electricity of a near-by thunder storm crackled in the air, smelling of o-zone and fresh rain. A heavy leather coat sat on scar covered shoulders, and a mark, blacker than the surrounding night, was just barely visible under the choler of the girls shirt. the bitter smoke from the cigarette hanging from the girls mouth made curling designs in the air, and the wind wafted them heaven-ward. The bare skin of the girls face and neck were wet, but not with the rain. No, not rain, for the storm had not yet arrived. Taking a drag from her cigarette, she looked out across the city, brimming with demons of all kinds. Some were from alternate universes. But some were human. A few years ago, she wouldn't have considered them a threat. A few years ago, she wouldn't have even given them a second glance. But a few years ago, she didn't have the same experiences that she had now.

Another breath of smoke. She didn't know why she had the cigarette, but she knew she didn't want to let it go. The warm ember on the end was a welcome comfort in the cold night, and the smoke served as a release from the haunting memories.

Isabelle Lightwood had been chasing demons since she was eight. She was raised for it. After beginning training at the age of five, she had excelled at the hunt, the lure, the procedure of killing a demon, and she had studied tirelessly on the meanings of marks. She was always looking for answers in the old pages of the books in the Institutes library. Looking that the kinds of demons that stung, and which ones bit, and which ones had the deadliest poison, and which ones could regenerate. she was always trying to live up to her brother, who was always so much better than her, despite only being a year older.

When she got her first mark at the age of twelve, it had burned, but she had restrained her tears. She needed to be strong. She had to.

Jace had been there for two years at the time. He didn't talk much at the only time he ever really talked was when he was asked a question, and even then, he would sink back into his own mind immediately after wards. Alec still tried to talk to him, become his friend; insistent boy that he was, he eventually achieved his goal.

When all their lives changed, that day at Pandemonium, when they had met Clary, Isabelle had known that they would lose something because of her. And they did. The loss of Max had burned a hole in her heart from that day on. But she had always had Alec, Jace, Clary, Magnus, and every one else to keep her strong.

But she didn't anymore.

Smoke billowed out of her mouth as she looked across the light-polluted New york sky line. She didn't want this life anymore. She wanted to get away from the things she had done.

Knowing what had happened, it wasn't hard to see why. All the people she knew were gone. and there was nothing- no mark, no spell, no instrument of power- that could change that.

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