Will and Jem were out hunting demons- or clockwork monsters, as the case may be. It seemed like a tame night...no action to be seen. The two chatted absently, neither with a mind on the conversation they were having. Both only had thoughts for...Tessa. Surprise, surprise.

Jem thought of her sweetness and the feel of her skin against his. Will thought of her gray eyes, the way she tasted, and her fondness for Charles Dickens.

Right then, there was a commotion. A demon jumped out from the shadows teeth bared.

It was large and bright red with scales. The venom dripped from its fangs, and it's scorpion-like tail swung dangerously. A Scorpionus demon.

Will snatched his seraph blade from his belt, naming it, and stepping in front of Jem. He slashed at the creature angrily and quickly, partly because he wanted to get it over with, and partially because he knew from his lessons that Scorpionus demons always traveled in packs.

He slashed quickly, taking care to stay away from its tail. He made sure that Jem was out of harms way, and quickly defeated the demon.

Will then turned back to Jem, breathing hard. There was worry evident in his slivery eyes. "Will. Are you okay?"

"Yes….." he breathed. "I'm fine."

"Why did you jump in front of me?"

"I don't know. Because you're my parabati. Right?"

Anger slipped into his eyes. "That doesn't mean that you have to protect me like some three year old child. I'm going to die yes, but I'll be damned if you go down on my watch."

It was their age old argument. Will wanted to protect Jem, but Jem wouldn't stand for it. They bickered for a moment, until Jem, always the level headed one, seemed to remember what had just happened.

"Will…are their anymore demons?"

Will started, pulling another seraph blade out. Jem did as well, with a long bow over his arm. They scouted the area, and thought that just maybe, there was nothing there.

That's when they heard the scream.

The scream was the high pitched, and sounded like a girl. Whoever it was, sounded like they were scared, very afraid, and in mortal danger.

And so Will did what he had to do.

He took off running.

"Will!" he heard Jem calling out for him, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to let someone else die, like his sister Ella-because he was too weak and scared to do anything.

He raced through the alleyways, running faster when he heard another scream of terror. Or maybe it was anguish, or anger. But that didn't matter, someone needed him.

Will rounded another corner, and froze at the sight. Three Scorpionus demons, one dead, surprisingly and the dead body of a young women, maybe a little older than himself. But most shocking of all, was a bloodied girl who was stabbing the demon as well as she could with a normal sword. She fought valiantly, and had already killed one demon, but she was going to end up dead soon if he didn't intervene.

Will jumped into the air, blade raised over his head, hurling himself toward the demon. He sliced its arms of quickly, and was going for the head when he heard the girl cry out, furiously ripping at her shirt, exposing her stomach. It was indecent for a lady to show so much skin in the presence of a gentlemen she didn't even know, and Will may have made a comment about it, until he saw the stinger that protruded out of her side, along with the green and yellow skin that surrounded it. Will nearly threw up his lunch at the sight of it, and the ribs that he could see.

He brought himself back down to earth, and to the task at hand, detaching the demon of its head. He then rushed over to the other demon, that was leaning over the girl, with his fangs out as if to bite a chunk out of her neck. "Not on my watch." He growled.

Will impaled the demon in the back, snarling. He wrestled with it for a minute, as it didn't seem to want to die, finally, he got in in the eye, killing it. "Go back to hell." He snarled.

He stood brushing off his clothes quickly, walking over to the girl, who was leaning over on the ground, retching. As he was closer, he could see her face, which pretty, as faces go when covered with blood. She had dark amber, reddish hair and pale bluish-green eyes, that were leaking tears as she sobbed.

"Hey, hey." He crooned softly, trying to comfort the girl. "Its alright…..are you okay?"

She looked up at him, and wiped at her face furiously. "No." she said softly. "I'm not."

"Who's that girl over there? Did you know her?"

"Yes. She is my sister. Well, was." She said bitterly.

Will looked at her, and wanted to try to console her, even though he didn't believe the words he was about to say. "She might be unconscious….."

"No. She's dead. I checked."

Will's eyes very, very sad. "I'm so very sorry."

"It's quite alright." She sniffled. "It's not your fault."

His face darkened. "But it is. If I could've gotten here sooner i…"

"It's fine." She cut him off. "What's done is done. At least you were able to save me, right?"

"Yes. That's true."

They were silent for a few moments.

"What is your name? I'd like to the name of the person who just very well saved my life."

"How ungentlemanly of me." He stood, helping her to her feet, and bowed low at the waist. "I am William Herondale, pleased to make your acquaintance. He kissed her hand.

She curtsied. "I am Elizabeth Lane." She continued. "You are one of the angels, I presume."

Will started. "How do you know about us."

She smiled lightly. "My mother told me stories about you once." Her voice was very far away. "She taught me a bit about your world, and how to fight."

"She was a Shadowhunter?"

"Yes. My mother was proudly one of you. Once."

"Why did she leave."

Her eyes darkened to a color that could nearly rival Will's.

"I'm not completely sure. I think my bastard father may have forced her somehow."

"Was he Nephillum?"

Elizabeth shrugged lightly. "I neither know, or care. He may be one of those demons for all I know.

Will was about to ask her another question, when she swooned, nearly falling toward the ground, though Will was able to catch her. "Why, Miss. Lane, I know I am positively delightful to the eyes of any young lady, in England, but really was it necessary to faint?"

"Id like to thank you for catching me, but really Mr. Herondale, I think it may be from the poison of the demon."

"Shit." He cursed, and then quickly apologized as he was in the presence of a lady. He decided that it would be better to pull the stinger out know, then waiting around. It was a split-second decision, but Will laid the girl down on the ground, but warned her first. "This is going to hurt like…hell. But bear with me."

She shrugged. "Couldn't be much worse than what I've already been through."

Will wondered what that meant, but quickly pulled the stinger from her side. Elizabeth hissed, but other than that, didn't move a muscle. Obviously, as she said she been through some shit before, or was just a real trouper.

"Sorry about that." He muttered.

"It's alright."

Will absently wondered where Jem was, but couldn't be bothered with thoughts of his parabati at the moment. He got out his stele, and fire-called the Institute, instructing them to have a bed in the hospital ready, as Elizabeth would need immediate attention. Besides, he had a few battle scars of his own, though nothing that couldn't be fixed with a few healing runes.

He also fire-messaged the Clave, suggesting they check out the case. The probably wouldn't do much more than send a silent brother, but still it was worth it.

"Mr. Herondale?" Will looked back down at the girl in his arms.

"If I don't wake up again, remember that I owe everything to you, and I can find no way to thank you, for you saved my life."

"You're welcome, Miss. Lane. But I'm sure you'll be fine-"

Elizabeth promptly fainted.