Ailiz woke up at her usual time, six o'clock. She always seemed to get up that early. Maybe it was that she was an adult Shadowhunter and was on active duty, or maybe she was just that way. The person who keeps her space messy and gets up at 2 in the morning (no earlier). So unlike her sister, who kept her space so neat it seemed to sparkle even in the dark, but would probably sleep until 10 o'clock. Ailiz dressed in her gear and exited her room.
The hallways of the Institute were still dark but Ailiz took out her witchlight to illuminate her way. She was glad she thought of that, because if she didnt, the moment she rounded the corner she would have collided with Jace.
"Jace!" Ailiz explained exasperatedly. "What the heck are you doing up at this hour?!"
Jace's face was expressionless. "I should ask you the same question."
"You should?" Ailiz crossed her arms and raised one eyebrow.
"Do you always have to be sarcastic?"
"Yeah," Ailiz said matter of factly. "Anyway, you still haven't answered my question."
"Hodge called." Jace said.
"Isn't his office that way?" Ailiz pointed in the direction where she was going.
"Oh, did I forget to mention?" Jace pretended to think deeply. (Ailiz knew he was pretending because you don't go 11 years living with the same person and not know when theyre faking something even though you rarely encounter each other) "Hodge called me and you."
"He did, did he know?" Ailiz raised the other eyebrow.
"Let's go," Jace mumbled as he headed in the direction of Hodge's office.
Ailiz shook her head. "You have no idea."
"Youre saying we're supposed to find a mundane girl with the Sight in New York?!" Ailiz questioned in disbelief. "You're joking, right?"
"No, I am not," Hodge said.
Jace spoke up. "I'll do it alone. I appreciate the fact that you offered Ailiz to help me-" he shot Ailiz a glare. "I would like to be the one to find the mundane girl."
Ailiz rolled here eyes. "What, now you're going all soft? Since when do you care about how girls feel about you?"
Jace flushed and didnt speak for a moment. When he finally spoke, he said in a toneless voice. "I don't care."
"Then go on and find that mundane." Ailiz held up her hands. "I'll just get a dagger and scavage the city for demons. I'm outta here."
Hildegard woke up with a jolt. She looked at her clock. 1:00. Her eyes widened. "I overslept big time!" Hildy glanced at Ailiz's bed. Ailiz was gone, and as usual, the sheets were rumpled. She scrambled out of bed and slipped on a gray shirt, black pants, and a denim miniskirt. She slipped on a pair of black boots, then dashed downstairs.
The Institute was practically empty. She caught sight of Isabelle in the sitting room.
Izzy glanced up as Hildegard entered. "The sleeping beauty has awoken," Isabelle. "You've been sleeping all day."
"Yeah, I noticed," Hildy said irritably. "Where's Ailiz?"
"She went out," Isabelle answered.
"With the Applehood brothers?"
"No."
"Im surprised."
"So am I."
Hildy crossed her arms. "Anyway, I have to go do important stuff."
"Like what?" Isabelle challenged.
"None of your business," Hildegard muttered as she reached the stairs.
Ailiz walked across the street back toward the Institute. She had disposed of her bloody dagger earlier, so she came to the Institute without the weapon she had left with. She had just gone on a walk. But when you were a Shadowhunter, a simple walk could turn into a demon battle, which was exactly what happened.
Ailiz was planning to go back to the Institute, however, something called her to Central Park. The closer Ailiz got to the Institute, the bigger that feeling got. The feeling that she forgot something last night when she, Maksim, and Kirill killed that demon. As if she had missed an important detail. Finally, Ailiz turned around and headed back toward Central Park.
No traces of the demon from last night remained at the fountain. Thisnhappened every time a demon was killed. No trace of it was left. This prevented clueless mundanes from interfering. Ailiz took out her stele and drew the rune to glamour herself in case she ran into any demon. The onoy problem was Ailiz didnt have a weapon and she's dumped her dagger into a dumpster.
Ailiz doubted she'd come across danger anyway.
Suddenly a rustle came from the forest. Ailiz was sharp. Her eyes darted from place to plce. It could have been a faerie or a werewolf. It would be impossible for a vampire to be out. Ailiz kept one hand clenched in a fist, but saw nor heard nothing. Finally she decided it was nothing.
Ailiz ended up coming back late at night. She opened the Institute doors, and when she emerged inside, she would have dropped her dagger if she still had it.
"Jace Wayland!" Ailiz exclaimed. "What in Raziel's name is going on here?"
Maksim and Kirill thundered down the stairs.
"Whys there a mundane in here? Ailiz where were you? JACE WHY ARE YOU MARKING A DARN MUNDANE? DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS?!" Kirill shouted a storm of questions. His face looked furious and triumpate at the same time.
"SHUT UP!" Jace roared. "I'm marking a Shadowhunter."
Ailiz stared down at the unconscious girl. She had unmissable red hair and a nasty demon wound on her arm, which Jace was marking an iratze on.
"I never thought I'd see you doing this," she shook her head.
Jace glared up at her. "I told you, SHE'S NOT A MUNDANE!"
Alec came down the stairs. "Jace what the hell is going on here?" He inquired harshly. "Ailiz, where were you?"
"None of your business," Ailiz hissed dangerously.
"Come on, let's get her to the hospital wing," Maksim muttered, and by the look on his face, it didn't seem like he expected anyone to actually hear him.
"Good idea," Jace said,and Maksim looked surprised.