The Clockwork Demon

So this is actually my second fanfiction, you must be like, what? You only have one story. So for those who read my story, The City of Tears...yes, it disappeared from sight, and that is because of my brother messing with my computer. Long story, short time, all right! This is The Clockwork Angel from Will's point of view, even though it is still in 3rd person. I will do my best to stay in the 1800s instead of people saying "Oh my god" they would be like "Thank the Angel!" Not really...but you get the point! Now I don't want to waste my time writing a story no one wants...so a quick excerpt! I know you love excerpts!

Will approached the library and burst in through the doors, receiving a reproachful look from Charlotte and a bemused look from Jem.

"Now that everyone is here, we can discuss. There's been several killing of mundanes and we trace that straight to the Pandemonium Club," Will snorted.

"The Pandemonium Club is nothing but foolish mundane trying potions and meditating in a poor way to try to become warlocks."

"Either way, perhaps you and Jem could look at one of the most recent killings, Emma Bayliss. She's located in an alleyway by the docks," Charlotte said firmly. Will gave an exaggerated sigh. "And just when I thought I could spend the night in The Devil Tavern with gin and wayward women." Charlotte shot him a glare before dismissing the two, rubbing her temples with tiredness.

"What's with you today? You seem more agitated." Jem asks curiously as they walked towards the weapons room.

"Me? Agitated, no. That can't be so." Will says, smirking as he barged into the weapons room.

"Ah, Master Will and Master Jem," Thomas looked up from a long blade. Jem nodded to Thomas.

"We will need some seraph blades, perhaps a blessed knife or two," As Thomas went to fetch the knives, Jem turned to Will.

"No, Will, I'm serious. What is with you nowadays?"

"Ah, Jem. You see, I"ve been rejected, me, Will Herondale, have been rejected by a faerie! Tis was such a shame!" Will hung his head shamefully. Despite himself, Jem grinned. Will glanced at Jem, watching as the suspicious glint in his eyes disappear and a playful glint to appear. It had become easier to lie, in fact, it was a second nature to Will. Cecily...Will thought, swallowing hard and quickly building up his rock-hard walls before turning to face Jem.

"Shall we go?" He asked as Thomas handed them their knives...

Good, bad, horrible? So I'll just let your reviews decide whether I'm continuing! I need at least...5 ;) Please? Well, anyway! Just a short note before I go...i am not the author of The Clockwork Angel and the creator of Jace. I know...that's like um...such a shock?