Isabelle hits the town
Disclaimer: City of Bones isn't mine, neither is anything you may recognize
Chapter 2
Jace, Alec and I were walking back to the Institute. I was in a foul mood. I didn't see why Jace had to be such a loose man whore. "Well, we had a very successful night. I had an exceptional amount of fun." Jace said, and Alec laughed. "Well, speak for yourself, you loose, slutty, whore, bitch!" I said, shoving past Jace. "You just described yourself, Isabelle." Jace said, and that was it. I swung my whip at him. He moved, of course, sending my whip at the sidewalk, leaving a three-inch dent.
"Isabelle enough!" Alec said, and Jace gave me a mocking look. "I don't see why he has to go running his mouth in front of that girl! For all we know, she could be dangerous, the little bimbo!" I said, coiled my whip around wrist, and began to walk as fast as could in front of them. The Institute was in sight; the high stainless steel gate, the white marble walls, beautiful plants and lawn. It was the home of Alec, Jace and I. It was also the home of all Shadowhunters, but they didn't normally stay long. We lived here because my parents ran the place, but it was kind of like a safe house to homeless Shadowhunters.
My parents were away in Idris, Shadowhunter home country, along with my little brother Max. My tutor Hodge stayed behind, always. He never left for some reason. I didn't care; he was nice, easy to talk to, and like seventy, so he had experience in life. I kicked the doors of the gate open, opened the Institute bronze doors, and was greeted by Hodge, looking innocent as usual. "How did it go?" He asked. "Good," Jace and Alec said. "Shitty," I said, and began to walk up the stairs up to room. The Institute had twenty-one floors; the first floor was the kitchen and eating room, floors two through seventeen were rooms where Shadowhunters lived, the eighteenth floor was the weapons room, the nineteenth floor the training room, the twentieth floor was the information room, and the twenty-first floor was the library. My room was on the seventeenth floor, and I was tired of walking, so I took the elevator.
I opened my door, which had "Don't enter without invitation if you want to come out whole…" on the front, and was greeted by tan and brown cat, Crookshanks. "Hey kitty, move kitty." I said, and flopped down onto my bed, and stared at my black walls with gold sponge painted on the corners. I tossed my shimmery whip on my bedpost, and went right to sleep.
I was fighting the demons, the ones surrounding the boy. My whip slicing through them like Jell-O. I needed to protect the boy; he looked so helpless, yet so dangerous, with pretty gray eyes, and black hair that fell in them, and glasses to go on top of that. "Back off! Hiya!" I screamed, killing the last of them. He smirked, and leaned in for a kiss. I began to pull at his shirt-
"Isabelle! Breakfast!" Alec hollered at my door. "Okay, I'll- I'll be down in a sec. Don't wait up!" I said. "Kay," was all he said. I planned on going shopping today, so I picked out an outfit. I short white jacket over a sequence purple shirt, a shimmery white skirt, and purple boots and gloves, very appropriate outfit for autumn weather. I said goodbye to Crookshanks, grabbed my whip, and put it into my purse with my wallet. I had a lot of money for today, four hundred dollars.
I took the elevator down to the kitchen, and when the doors opened, I immediately smelled pancakes and bacon. Mmm, smells good. "Hello sleepy beauty," Jace said. He didn't seem at all mad at me after our fight last night. I swear on my life that kid is bipolar. "Morning everyone!" I said, taking a seat in front of Jace and Alec at the stainless steel table. "Plans for today?" I asked. "I'm going to the art museum, and Alec decided he didn't want to come with me, because he's going to be in the training room fixing his bow." Jace said promptly. "I already told you, it's not that I don't want to go, it's that I have to fix my bow badly!" Alec said, pouting. I knew it was true. Alec would rather nothing more than to spend another day with Jace, but he missed having his bow in combat, he said it brought him out of his edge. "Whatever, call me when you fix it," Jace said. Jace and Alec were parabaiti, which meant they had a bond closer than brothers, like a dream team for demon hunting, best friends, but Alec looked for a little more in the relationship.
"Okay girls, you're pouting has driven me over the edge. I think I'll just enjoy a decaf coconut frappe chino and a low fat blueberry muffin at Starbucks. Then I'll be shopping all day," I said, standing up. "When will you be home?" Alec asked. "Whenever the party stops. Twyla!" I said over my shoulder grabbing my purse. I loved Alec and Jace, but they could get really annoying. I opened the doors and proceeded to walk down the street until I got to the Starbucks three blocks away. I opened the doors and walked up to the counter, my heels clicking on the polished hardwood floor.
"Hello miss, let me guess, hot coffee, just like you," said a teenage boy with acne all over his face at the counter. "Hmm, a decaf coconut frappe, with a low fat blueberry muffin, and a lot less flirt. That'll be all." I said with a deadly look. "Umm, twelve fifty two." Was all he said. I gave him just that, no tip. I received my drink and muffin, and marched outside to sit at one of the tables with umbrellas. I ate and drank, taking in my surroundings. There were people all around me, a few men stopping to gawk at my, receiving either a deadly glare or a sexy wink, depending on how hot they were.
I finally got bored of flirting, so I put my earphones in, and began to listen to Big Time Rush. They were pretty much my favorite band; lots of sex appeal, and no little bimbos on stage to wreck that. Plus they were all tall. Big bonus, considering I hate short people. I know it sounds bitchy, but I'm five frickin' ten, and I hate it, so I've only rarely made a positive acquaintance with someone short. This song is on the radio, hot rotation video, bright lights, fan mail, paparazzi on your tail, tour bus, private jet, think your big and fell to it yet. Just one thing you can't forget; takes more than just wantin' it. Aim high, never rest, put your passion to the test. Give your all, never less, famous means that you're the best! I finished the song Famous, and was currently deciding where I should go first in the mall.
I began to walk to the mall; it was a little ways away, so I decided to hail a cab. "Hey, cabbie! Ugh, screw you!" I screamed at the taxi that sped by me. Since I had no luck with cabs, I took my jacket off. That got me one. "Hi, mall off of Orchard please." I said handing him a twenty. He gave me my change and sped off. I had always found it amusing that cabs just omitted the speed limit and no one cared. Wait to take care of business, police! But that's New York for you. I arrived at the mall, jumped from the cab, and entered the building.
The mall was a fun place; a place to get good food for a cheap price, hot clothes for way too expensive prices, and to be harassed by the morons that run the stands in the middle of mall. Those people really did bug me. I guess I'll hit Hot Topic first. I began to walk towards there, but was stopped by some idiot in cosmetics. "Can I have just a moment of your time?" She asked. "Oh sorry, I'm a straighty." I said, and got a sneer from her. I gave her a wink and strode off. I past Build-a-Bear, and smiled. I took a picture of the entrance and sent it to Alec and Jace, with the caption, Want one? I got a smiley emoticon from Alec, and from Jace, "Yes please. The orange cat, with… ballerina shoes, sparkles, and a bow, with a tutu! Do. Not. Forget. The. Tutu!" I giggled, and decided not to disappoint him. I walked in, picked up an orange cat, filled it with stuffing, picked the ballerina shoes with sparkles, a handful of bows, and a frickin' tutu. I paid for the thing, and smiled at the lady running the register. I carried it with me to Hot Topic, where I got a monkey necklace, bracelets in various colors, sparkly electric blue converse, and a Domo doll for whenever I see Max again.
"Seventy eight fifty seven," the lady with electric pink and neon yellow hair at the register said. "Here you go, and here you go," I said, handing her the money and my redeem card. "Have a hot day," said the lady said. "If I could only avoid it," I said, and made to walk out, but was stopped by a guy in his late teens. "Hey cutie!" he said, and I heard an impatient "humph!" from the girl he was apparently with, she hair blonde hair and a very revealing top on. "Okay, my name is Isabelle, and before you ask, no, I won't date you," I said, side stepping him. "Why not?" He said. "Because, umm, I can't think of a reason right now, so just, consider it a subtle no, or you will receive an unsubtle punch. Why don't you date Fergie over there?" I said winked, and walked out.
I was making my way over to Express while contemplating why people were so retarded, when I saw the boy and the girl, Clary that I had met last night! Well, fuck! I thought, and ducked behind a bench, and got a dirty look from a curvy black girl, who received my middle finger. "Simon, I just don't see why you have to make such a big deal out of dating girls. I mean, some girls, you are comfortable with, and others you're like dying to get away from. It's stupid." Clary said, and her and Simon went into Abercrombie, which I wouldn't normally go into without a gas mask, but I took my chances, and followed them in.
Turns out Simon wasn't too style savvy; he just picked out a couple tee shirts, and went to try them on, leaving Clary to wait outside for him. I thought about going and talking to her, but decided against it. I don't know why, I just didn't bother. Besides, I was suffocating on the fumes. I went back into Express, where I got a pair of thigh high black leather boots. Shit yeah, I thought, and giggled at the thought of Alec's horrified expression. I was deciding on pearls, did I want them? I wasn't sure. Ah, what the hell? You only live once. A red leather dress caught my eye, and added it to my pile of dresses to try on. I walked over to the dressing rooms, and locked the door.
The red one fit, and I got a blue dress that matched my recently purchased converse, and decided against the purple one. I was a little purpled out by my current outfit. So I got all that, and shopped around for a little while, and once it got to eleven at night, I was planning to see if Alec was still at the Institute, but as soon as I exited the mall, my necklace gave a pulse. I froze, scanning the surroundings. I thought I was alone, until I looked over and saw a young woman, backing away from a black demon: a Gritch. Gritch's were demons that were capable of human speech, and stalked and raped their victims before killing.
Pushing a lovely image out of my mind, I sprang into action; pulling my golden whip from my purse, and crept up behind the thing, which had cornered the girl. "Eat, pleasure, must get pleasure! Will get pleasure, will eat, no one can stop me!" The demon howled, and I had had enough. "Don't bet on it gruesome!" I screamed, as I drove the heel of my purple boot into it's back. The girl screamed thanks; since she was a mundane, I was debating what she was seeing me save her from, a mugger, probably. "It's fine! Run!" I screamed, and returned my attention to the demon, just in time. It spewed poisonous acid at me, and I had just enough time to back handspring out of the way.
"You have the aim of a cat on crack, you fuckhead!" I screamed, and slashed his chest with my whip, and he fell to the ground, bleeding. "Bitch, whore, will eat, will get pleasure!" It cried, trying to get up. "The only pleasure being received here will be mine, when my whip punctures your black hole of a heart! Give Satan a bitch slap for me, bastard!" I spat, and brought my whip down on the ugly figure, almost totally splitting it in half. It curled in on itself, leaving no sign of its existence, not even a stain on the ground, just as all demons did when they die.
I was considering sitting down, when my phone beeped, and a text from Jace came in. Ah shit! Be right there, I replied, grabbed my shopping bags, and prepared to hail a cab, which wasn't that hard to get at 11:30.
