"You're staring at that girl with the red hair." I said to Jace, who was looking at a small girl, with bright red hair. "I am not, Paris." He says defensively. "Whatever." I muttered.

"I see one." I announce, and walk over to a demon with blue hair. I give the demon a seductive look, and point towards the storage room. I walk in with the demon coming in behind me, and Isabelle behind him. "What's your name?" The demon asked us. "Isabelle and this is Paris." Isabelle smiled. "Those are nice names." He took a few steps toward her, "I haven't seen you here before." He said in a deep voice. "You're asking me if I come here often?" Oh Izzy. She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand, showing the whip, on her wrist. He froze. "You-"before he could say anything, Isabelle lashed out her whip, it entangled in the demons leg, making him trip. I bring out my seraph blade, and held it to his neck. A second later, Jace comes it with Alec behind him. "So, are there any more with you?" Asked Jace. The demon tried to act stupid, "Any other what?" "Come on now." Jace held up his sleeve, showing numbers of runes. "You know what I am." The demon's teeth grinded, "Shadowhunters," Jace grinned all over his face. "Got you," he said, "So you still haven't told me if there is any other of your kind with you." The demon kept denying it, "I don't know what you're talking about." The demon hissed, I butt the seraph blade deeper into his neck, letting demon blood trickle down to his chest. "He means demons," Alec speaks for the first time. "You do know what a demon is, don't you?" the demon turned his head, making more blood come from his neck. "Demons," started Jace, while I trace the word on the air with my finger. "Religiously defined as hell's denizens, the servants of Satan, but understood here, for the purpose of the Clave, to be any malevolent spirit whose origin is outside our own home dimension-"I decided to interrupt before he started to babble on, and on. "That's enough, Jace," Alec spoke again. "Paris's right," he said. "Nobody here needs a lesson in semantics-or demonology." Jace just smiled and asks the demon confidingly, "Paris, Alec, and Isabelle think I talk too much, do you think I talk too much?"

The demon didn't reply, "I could give you information," the demon said, "I know where Valentine is." We all look at each other, Alec shrugs. "Valentine's in the ground," Jace said. "The thing's just toying with us." Isabelle tossed her hair. "Kill it, Paris," she said. "It's not going to tell us anything."

I took off the seraph blade that was on the demon's neck, and held it up, getting reading to stab it in the chest. "Stop it!" screamed a voce from behind a box. I dropped the blade, from surprise. The small girl with red hair, from earlier came out of her hiding spot and looked at us like we're crazy. Just then the blue haired demon lunged at me and tackled me to the floor. I struggled getting clawed in my stomach, finally Jace stabbed to demon, and it the demon folded up and disappeared. "Stupid mundane, you almost got Paris killed!" Izzy hissed, and wrapped her whip around the girl's ankle. I got up, with the help of Alec. "You can't do this." Said the little girl. "What's this?" asked Alec, gesturing to the red head. "It's a girl," Jace said, recovering from his composure. "Surely you've seen a girl before, Alec. Your sisters Isabelle and Paris are girls." Jace took a step closer to the girl. "A Mundie girl," he said, half to himself. "And she can see us." I can feel the blood dripping from my stomach, and grimace. "Of course I can see you, I'm not blind, you know." said the girl. "Oh but you are," Jace bent down to pick up his knife. "You just don't know it." He straightened up. "You'd better get of here, if you know what's good for you." But the girl didn't move, "I'm not going anywhere. You'll get away with killing a person." "What do you care if I kill him or not?" asked Jace. "B-because-," the girl stuttered. "You can't go around killing people."

"People," Izzy started. "That thing, isn't a person, little girl." said Jace. "It may look like a person and maybe even bleed like a person. But it's a monster." he finished. I couldn't take it; I stumbled to the ground, trying to reach for my stele. Jace saw, and ran towards me using his own stele, and drew an iratze on my neck. I instantly felt better. "Leave now!" Jace said to the girl. "You got my sister hurt." Just then a tall boy with brown hair, and glasses came in. "Clary, there you are. Where are the people you were talking about?" the boy asked the little girl; Clary. Clary looked at us, and realized that the boy can't see us. "Never mind, Simon, I was wrong." She mumbled to the boy; Simon. I smirked, and watched them both leave.

Back at the institute, I quickly took a shower, washing off all the demon ichor, and my own blood. I decided to go to sleep.

The next morning, I went to breakfast and saw Izzy cooking. Oh no. I tried to leave the room without being seem, but was too late. "Paris! There you are! Come and join us for breakfast," Alec said. I give him the death glare. Alec and I both try and get away with not eating Izzy's cooking. "Um, I am not hungry, I think I'm going to go for a run." I said and run out back out before he can say anything. I go up to my room, and change into sneakers, sweatpants, and a short sleeve shirt. I put my wavy blonde hair up in a ponytail, and ran out of the institute's front door. After running 3 miles, I think it's safe to go back soon. I into a café called Java Jones and purchase a coffee. Then I see them. Clary, and her friend Simon, are sitting down listening to the horrible poetry at the front of the place. I quickly hide behind a lounge seat, and pull out my stele to glamour myself. Then to my surprise, Jace is at the front door of the café, staring at Clary. I walk up to him. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked him. He seems to be just noticing me. "What do you think? I'm following Clary around, she knows too much, and she has the sight. Hodge sent me to bring her to the institute. What are you doing here?" He said. "I'm here because our sister is attempting to cook breakfast, and I snuck out to get coffee instead." Jace made a disgusted look, and said, "Well, I would leave if I were you, this is my mission." I rolled my eyes, and walked out of the place.

For the rest of the day, I go down to the training room and work on flips, and stretches. Being almost as short as Clary, makes this easy. When I am done practicing using a sword, I go back up to my room, and take a shower.

I look at myself in the mirror, and see what I am used to seeing; a beautiful girl, with a small, 5 foot 3, slim body, wavy blonde hair, and stormy grey eyes. This girl looks like she can get any guy she wants; she seems like the type of girl who doesn't have a slutty look, but still has a curvy body, who has the personality of a warrior, but still gracious and delicate. Jace and I compete head to head, on whose better at fighting, but there is one thing that sticks out the most about me; never get on my bad side, unless you want to live. I Live in the New York institute, and was adopted into the lightwood family, just like Jace was. My parents died in a demon attack when I was ten. I am now 16 years old.