Hey guys! So this is my new story. It was a challenge set by RevyCaitEll who also beta read this. If you can check out her stuff because its pretty amazing, especially if you like Danny Phantom. I don't think this story will be too long but you never know. As for the name of this fanfic, that will be explained in the chapters to come. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!
When Simon became a vampire, it had been a shock to everyone at the Institute. Izzy and Clary had been upset, which was to be expected as both girls were fond of the awkward, nerdy boy. Jace didn't really give a damn about what happened to Simon so he went along with whatever decision was made. It was Alec that jumped straight to the conclusion that Simon could no longer be trusted now that he was a bloodsucking demon. If Alec had had his way, Simon would've been out on the street and gone as soon as he had woken up. But as usual Clary fought for Simon and he ended up staying. A vampire in the Institute, who would've ever guessed?
Simon staying didn't end up being a bad thing after all. Although the Institute got bombarded with questions and accusations by the Clave, they were allowed to have Simon live in the Institute. Simon was trained to fight by Jace and Alec joined in later when he realised Simon was still… well, Simon. He just had some dietary differences. Simon was allowed to stay under one condition; he learns to fight and helps the Clave whenever he is needed.
This led to Simon going out into the field more and more often. Although he was rather clumsy when he was fighting, he made up for it with speed. As soon as he fell over he would be back up on his feet before you batted an eyelid and throwing a punch. That's what made him useful. Along with his brutal strength. If messages needed to be spread quickly or backup was in dire need, Simon was there in a flash and ready for anything.
Being a Downworlder had its perks for the Institute. It meant that any rogue groups of werewolves, vampires or otherwise could be tracked easily. Simon had made connections in Downworld, which was an achievement for him considering he was a socially awkward teenager. Luke had been amazing with him. He introduced Simon to his pack and although there was a bit of a battle in the beginning they now had a mutual agreement not to kill each other. Some of the pack even liked Simon which is practically unheard of in this day and age!
Anyway, as the months wore on Simon became more comfortable in the field. He got better at fighting (sort of) and he was slowly but surely winning the trust of the Clave. It was when a rogue vampire group was found living in the district that the Clave had to put all of their trust in Simon. It was an undercover mission, unlike anything Simon had faced before. The Clave needed someone on the inside to feed them information about what lengths the vampires would go to just to have a bit of 'fun' with a mundane.
As it turns out, the group was a bunch of mass murderers who liked to play with their food before they chowed down. They called themselves the Holtori and they were sadistic bastards who completely mangled their victims to the point that they were unrecognisable. Then the victim's blood was drained and the body was displayed in a public place such as parks or even pinned to the side of a building. It had caused an uproar in the mundane world and they needed to be stopped.
That's where Simon came in. He was a vampire so he could become part of the Holtori, unlike everyone else. The mission had started in January and it was now June. Simon had successfully managed to become part of the Holtori and he had been feeding information to Jace and Alec on a weekly basis. It had taken a full six months to get all of the information needed to make a move and in that time Clary had become a depressed wreck. She spent days in her room worrying about Simon constantly which had completely halted her training. She refused to eat in the beginning, but then began to eat minuscule amounts just to keep living. Every time she heard a knock on the door she convinced herself that it was someone that was going to tell her Simon had screwed up. His cover had been blown and he was now really dead. But that time never came.
In all six months, Simon had managed to convince the vicious group of vampires that he was also a psychopath. Jace and Alec didn't want to know what lengths Simon had gone through just to get into the Holtori, let alone stay in it. Although, the number of murders had decreased since Simon had joined, which was hopefully a good sign. They just hoped he would return to the Institute after the mission and be the same dork he had always been. For Clary's sake.
The night had come where the Holtori would no longer exist. It was a Friday and the Holtori would be spending it in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of New York. It was the place where they liked to do their butchering according to Simon. Hopefully the Shadowhunters would arrive before yet another innocent soul was tortured to death by these monsters. Jace, Alec and Izzy were among the chosen people to go and infiltrate the warehouse. The purpose of the mission was to completely rid the world of the Hotlori, but if that wasn't possible then they would just have to settle with executing the leader of the gang, Zelerak.
Zelerak was a big, muscular man who looked to be in his twenties but was really 756 years old. He had shoulder length black hair and was very pale, even for a vampire. He had a strong jawline and a perfectly angular face that was sharp but not menacing, surprisingly enough. He was good looking which probably explained why most of the victims were female. Compared to him, all of the other vampires were relatively new to Downworld. The youngest gang member was only 50 but he was possibly the deadliest of them all. Because he was so young and new, he brought new ideas of torture to the Holtori. Saying that, all of those sociopaths were completely twisted in their own ways. That's what was needed to become part of the gang.
As the skies darkened the team moved into position. Shadowhunters dressed in gear surrounded the warehouse, blocking all the exits. No one, or no thing was getting away. There was silent tension in the air as the team awaited for the signal. Shadowhunters melted in and out of the shadows, nervously anticipating what was to come.
A thin beam of light that came from the dank warehouse caused the Shadowhunters to burst into action. Seraph blades lit up the dark alleys as doors were forced open. Shadowhunters streamed into the warehouse. It was one massive room with multiple tables equipped with deadly tools that could tear through flesh and crack bone. Tied to each table was a mundane. None of them seemed to be harmed, yet. At least that was a good thing.
In the centre of the slaughterhouse was the circle of vampires. They had turned in shock and were staring at the sheer amount of Shadowhunters that surrounded them. Snarls rumbled out of their chests as they crouched, prepared to pounce. There was a moment of pure silence. Then the room exploded into battle. It was going to be a long night.
So that's all for now. I hope you liked it!