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i only own the plot. not the characters.

"oh. my. god. luke?"

clary ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him fiercely.

"i totally forgot that since you are the alpha in new york that you would live here."

"jocelyn, are you sure you're teaching clary good enough, she seems not to bright."

clary slapped him on the head for that.

"i am smarter than you, lucian."

luke narrowed his eyes at her. clary and her mother just smirked at him.

they talked for hours. they laughed. clary opened gifts. her mother had gotten her a new set of throwing daggers, luke got her some spray paint. there was one more bag left.

"who's that from?"

"oh, dot left that for you this morning."

dot otherwise known as dorothea was a warlock. she worked for jocelyn in a small shop down stairs.

clary opened the bag and saw a simple outfit. it was a black crop top and skirt with a black leather jacket. perfect for hunting.

"oh, wow," clary breathed, "now i just have to go hunting."

"i'm assuming that i won't be able to stop you?" jocelyn said.

"no way in hell."

"well, be careful and stay hidden. okay, sweetie?"

"okay, mom" clary rolled her eyes.

"call me or luke if you run into any problems."

"will do."

"and be sure to—"

"i'll be fine mom," clary assured, "i'm a badass shadowhunter, i can take care of myself."

jocelyn's eyes narrowed but she nodded her head anyways and clary set off to get ready.

clary stood in front of the mirror. the outfit was simple, yet completely clary. it screamed badass. she loved it. she had two daggers on her, one in a thigh holster, and the other in her sleeve. she carried one other weapon, her bow and arrow. her second favorite to daggers.

you see, clary excelled at all weapons. she could handle most everything. out of all the choices she always went with daggers. they were fun to throw and clary had a knack for throwing things. she also seemed drawn to the bow. she liked to work with it, but it was like it wasn't meant for her to use, but would end up being a big part of her life, so she trained with it regardless. she now carried it wherever she goes. when she was eleven her mother had one specially made, so that it would double as a bracelet whenever not in use. press the symbol and boom you have a weapon, press it again and bam a stylish bracelet.

clary took her stele from the jacket pocket and lifted her shirt. she began to trace a rune into her skin that would hide her runes from other shadowhunters. she created this rune when she started hunting. she then covered it with her shirt, hiding the only proof of her heritage from sight.

she again started to draw with her stele, this time on the floor. the portal rune, created when she was seven. she thought of downtown new york, and stepped through the portal.

clary's pov

i landed in an alley, away from sight. i quickly checked all my weapons before striding out into the light of the glowing street lamps.

i glanced up and down the street seeing if any clubs were located near by. my eyes landed on the familiar pulsing lights, my mouth curved into a smirk. demons watch out here i come.

the club was called pandemonium, emphasize the demon part. the familiar scent of demons clouded my nose as i neared the entrance. downworlders were scattered in with mundanes and demons.

i spotted a particular demon and decided to observe before slaughtering it. i kept my eyes on it as i sipped my drink, watching it as it danced with oblivious mundanes. they probably saw a handsome face, a cute guy, demons were never cute. they were disgusting, their faces those out of horror movies and nightmares. they revolted me, but i've been trained not to show it.

the demon's eyes locked with someone else's across the room. i followed its gaze to see a gorgeous girl. dark hair and perfect skin. she, she was the reason envy existed. she was perfect. she had blue eyes, that seemed to entrance our demon. her dress gave her away. it was long sleeved and went to her knees. no girl wore that to a club. she was a shadowhunter. i know i should stay undiscovered, i planned to leave, but as she led the demon inside a closet, my eyes caught a pair identical to the perfect girl.

crystal blue eyes that i immediately got lost in. they belonged to another shadow hunter. someone so immensely beautiful that i couldn't look away. a blonde guy came up and tapped the shadowhunter on the shoulder motioning to go in, that it was time, and our gazes snapped apart as he turned and went into the closet.

that guy intrigued me. he was almost a mirror image of the girl, they must be siblings. his black hair fell into his eyes just the slightest bit, and i so desperately wanted to brush it back. he had a bow slung over one shoulder. that must be his weapon of choice. his bow was a deep black wood. perfectly masculine and strong, it fit him.

i walked around the back of the club found another entrance to the storage closet. i slipped my cloak on and climbed up. i stood in the raptors of the small space i watched as the shadowhunters tied the demon up, questioning it. the blonde one seemed to be leading the interview. i took out my stele and activated my hearing rune. my now strong hearing picked up their voices.

"i have information, let me live and i'll tell you," the demon hissed as the blonde stepped forward and slashed his sword across the demons face.

"jace , just kill him." the girl said, her voice exasperated.

"aw," the blonde, now known as jace whined, "i wanted to have some fun."

"isabelle, jace, let's see what this scum has to say for himself," he snapped.

oh. my. angel.

his voice was a deep tenor. a beautiful harmony. he had snapped at them, but it was still so beautiful. i breathed deeply.

i needed to get it together. i couldn't get attached to him, anyone really.

the demon seemed to try and talk, but found he had no air to speak with.

"magnus, let him speak."

my eyebrows rose, magnus bane? he was one of my favorite people, a father figure to me in my early years, good friends with my mom. he was the high warlock here. why was he working with the shadowhunters?

"valentine," the demon breathed, "he's alive. he has spoken to me. he's com—"

i cut him off by sending an arrow through his throat.

alec's pov

i shook of the feeling of those green eyes that had me caught in their trance.

i told jace and izzy to let the demon talk. he did.

"valentine, he's alive. he has spoken to me. he's com—"

an arrow came from above and cut him off mid sentence. the arrow was perfectly through the middle of the neck.

"who goes there," jace boomed up to the rafters.

a slim figure jumped down. they had a deep cloak on, hiding the face of the shooter. a silver bow was in their hand as they stood, straightening from the crouch they had landed in.

magnus spoke up.

"who are you?"

"i'm hurt," it was a feminine voice, the sound like bells, "you don't recognize me, magpie?"

magnus seemed shocked, recognizing the voice behind the hood.

"biscuit?"

wow.

that was a long one. 1292 words.

yikes. sorry. kind of all over the place.

but hey that describes my life right now.

i wanted to go on a cruise with my friend and then bam my parents, being the assholes they are, were like...

"that family's values aren't in the right place."

yup that's why i can't go. so... i hate my parents.

woo!

anyways...

i love ALL of you

your loser

thezqueen