Author's Notes: cool, I wrote something new. Yay! Okay, please read and review!
Disclaimer: I do not own the mortal instruments… Cassandra clare does. I don't own the events, but I own the perspective. It's how I think alec would think, so, make of it what you will.
"I sung of chaos and eternal night,
Taught by the heav'nly muse to venture down
The dark descent , and up to reascend- John Milton, Paradise Lost"
Demons can be so stupid. it was so focused on fooling the mundanes that it didn't even realize we were following. it put glamours on itself and it's weapon, then got right in. but don't be fooled, it had it's fun. Messing with humans is one of it's many charming qualities.
"It's fake. Foam rubber. See?" I hear it say. Yeah, right. And I'm Valentine Morgenstern. Of course, the mundane bouncer can't see that. "Whatever. Go on in" he said. He got bored with his prey WAY too quickly, so I knew that the demon had used some powerful glamours. We got ourselves inside and followed it through the dance floor.
I thought for a moment that it was going to lose it, it's lip curling back with jealous fury as it feels the presence of wasted life flowing all around him, and then his fury turned to greed, a want to take the lives of these humans so he could get more than he needed to survive. Then he seemed to remember where he was, and his hand tightened on his blade. Just as he was about to move into the mass of crazed dancers, a girl broke from the crowd and drifted twords him. My sister, Isabelle.
She was so full of life that he didn't hesitate to follow her, not even noticing all the precautions she had taken to hide her marks. Stupid demon. He was oblivious. He followed her all the way to a supply closet, without suspecting a thing. When she opened the door, it just made him more pleased. The more privacy, the better when you're dealing with murder.
Suddenly, I feel eyes boring into my back. I turn ever so slightly and see a red-headed girl gaping at us from merely 10 feet away."Jace, be careful." I said. He paid no attention to my words, and didn't even acknowledge my warning tone. Ay-ay-ay, what is wrong with him? He's so focused that he doesn't even seem to realize his surroundings. I flinch as he pulls his knife. We slip inside the room, and I shake the thought of the girl from my mind. She couldn't have seen us. No way, I was putting up glamours right and left. No, she didn't see us, she saw a shadow of someone on the wall, or she was looking at something else. But there is no possible way she could of seen us, not with that much heavy duty work I put into us being invisible.
I go back to our task. Protect Izzy and Jace, that's what I do. I'm glad I don't have to kill usually, or at least not on purpose. I don't have the heart. The boy…
To Be Continued….
End of chapter notes: okay, I've never really done this yet, but I decided to try it. I've been working on this for a while, but I wanted to see if I should continue with it or not. Is it a good idea? Chapters will be longer and better if I continue. Review and tell me if you hate it or if I should keep going. Thanks!
