A/N: This author's note is for whoever written that guest review (you know who I am talking about). If you didn't write it go ahead with the story or not, I can't control you. If you did write the review then I have a few things to say. You didn't insult me right. First of all, if you are going to curse please use the word. None of that star crap you did. Second, if you are going to use the stars please start actually counting them because if you counted them the first time you would realize that what you said didn't make sense. Third, you didn't use any fandom insults which should be a crime in itself. Certainly you could do better. You get a C- for those insults. And that is me being nice. Plus there is a little gift for you in the A/N at the bottom.
It was routine demon hunt nothing to be too concerned about. Isabelle Lightwood, a tall girl with raven hair that swayed back and forth as she walked through the Pandemonium. Her red pendant pulsing as she neared the demon with blue hair.
The demon might have notice the pendant but he to distract by her dress. More like lack of dress. Isabelle's tight, black, long sleeve dress left very little up to the imagination with it low cut neckline. She whispered a few words into the demon's ear and lead him to a supply closet. Alec Lightwood and Jace Herondale followed them and hid in the shadows waiting for their cue. Isabelle gave it and the pair swiftly killed the unsuspecting demon.
The trio was soon joined by Will Herondale, Jem Carstairs and Julian Blackthorn. After a few moments of silence Will looked around, clapped his hands and said,"Well as long as we are here, we might as well party."
Isabelle and Jace agreed immediately, they would anything to party, even agree with blue-eyed Herondale. Julian shrugged indefinitely, just wanting to get back to his sketchpad. Alec scowled but it was Jem who spoke up. "William, we have to get back to the institute."
Will's shoulders visibly slumped, knowing very well that he couldn't win this argument against the boy from Shanghai. Before Jace could try his hand at arguing against the silver haired nephilim, a small meow echoed in the room. Everybody turned see at with neon-blue fur, an angel necklace acting like a collar around its neck, and envelope at its feet. Jem made a move to grab the envelope but the cat placed a paw on it holding it down. That cat nodded its head toward the group but no one knew who exactly was it nodding to. The cat sighed and picked the envelope up in its mouth and placed it at Alec's feet. Then it sat and stared at him, willing him to picked up the envelope. Finally Alec gave into the cat's stare and picked up the envelope.
"It says, 'If you want to party then follow the cat.' That's it." Alec closed the invitation and looked at his companions waiting for them to comment.
Isabelle was the first to speak,"Well this is a suspicious activity. We are obligated to check it out."
"Actually that is not a bad idea." Julian supplied. Alec and Jem sighed in defeat knowing they will not win this fight with Julian on the other side.
"Fine. Lead the way cat." Alec commanded the neon feline. The cat simply rolled its eyes and walked away. It weaved through the party goers with the nephilim not far behind. Finally it came to a curtain and nudge it open to reveal a large door. It pawed at the handle until Jem had pity on it and open the door for the feline.
Inside was the largest collection of downworlders any of them has ever seen. The cat was patient to let the nephilim take everything in before it started the next leg of their journey. The nephilim were quick to shake off their shock and the follow the cat. The feline arrived to black leather couch. A sparkly warlock with cat eyes sat on the middle of the couch. A girl with bright red hair and emerald green eyes sat to his left. She was probably part of the fair folk. And to the warlocks left was a blonde who was so pale that she was most likely a vampire. The warlock was first to speak. But to the cat."Tessa, why did you bring nephilim here?"
The feline was then surrounded by purple smoke that rose higher and higher until it was as tall as a person. When the smoke died down a tall girl with a gray dress, black converse, and long brown hair stood in the cat's place. "Well Magnus, the plan was to only bring this one," she pointed at Alec,"but the others came along with him."
"Tess..." Magnus sighed while rubbing his temples.
"It was Clary's plan." The younger warlock,Tessa, pointed at the fairy who wore a lazy smirk and waved when everybody turned to her.
"Look at him Magnus. He is everything you ever wanted in a boyfriend. Black hair AND blue eyes. He is perfect. Not to mention I heard that golden friend can move. So I am going to dance with golden while you socialize with your soul mate." By the end of Clary's rant, she was already walking away with Jace in the tow and everybody in shock minus Tessa and the blond vampire that was sitting on the couch.
"What just happened? And why am I in the middle of it?" Alec asked, clearly shaken up on what the redhead just said.
"Apparently Clary thinks that you and Magnus are soul mates. Personally I think that you should give it a try despite your reservations. Seriously what could go wrong. If things don't work out, break up or if something might start and you will live happily ever after." The blonde vampire spoke for the first time.
"Why are we focussing on that! A cat just turned into a warlock, something never heard about and Jace was sort-of kidnapped by a fairy! Are we going to do anything with that information?" Jem asked.
"You look like you need a drink." Magnus said with a small smirk, "And your friend Jake over there looks pretty happy with Clary." Everybody turned to the golden boy and redhead dancing against each other.
Isabelle decided to speak up. "His name is Jace." She corrected the warlock.
"Whatever. Who I am really interested in is here. So if you will make yourselves scarce then that will be much appreciated." Magnus said with a flirtatious smile directed toward Alec.
This fairy is going to drive me crazy. I never been in this position before. I was always the one in charge, the one to start something. But she has me under her thumb. This has to change.
"Do you want to get out of here." I whispered in her ear. Most girls would melt at my words, but she seemed to get even more confident.
"Eager are we? They way Kaelie talked about you, I thought that you would keep me here longer." She says with a flirtatious smirk and sway of her hips in time with the music.
"Well I can't stand it here any longer." I reply back not sure how I will when this game of flirting.
"Well I hate to keep you waiting. My place, I assume." She turns around and place her hands on my chest.
"You assume correctly." We walk to her place with my arm slung around her waist.
"So are you a warlock?" The silver-haired shadowhunter asked Tessa.
"Yes." She replied exasperated.
"Where's your mark?" Will question with narrow eyes. A far as he could see, there was nothing that set this warlock away from a mundane.
"Don't have one," Tessa replied nonchalantly.
"Every warlock has a mark," Jem accused.
"Well I guess, I am an exception," Tessa fired back.
"Do you want to dance?" Will asked, not fazed by the oddity of her lacking a mark.
"I will do anything to get out of an interrogation." She replied.
Jem was shocked by this exchange between the odd warlock and this parabatai. He grabbed Will's arm before he could disappear in the crowd. "Will are you sure this a good idea?"
"She can't do anything to me without breaking the accords. Why don't you go home to Cat. I am sure your girlfriend is missing your company. I'll be fine." Jem gave a small smile at the mention of his girlfriend, Catherine Hillchurch.
"Fine. Just don't do anything stupid." Jem agreed, knowing fully well that the black-haired Herondale would not listen to his warning.
"When have you ever known me to do something stupid." Will replied with . Jem nerves jumped even more at his words.
Jem watched as his best friend disappeared in the crowd with a warlock who just didn't add up. Shaking these troubling thoughts out of his head, he headed out the door. That is where he bumped into Isabelle.
"Why are you heading out? You love to party." Jem was thoroughly confused with women tonight.
"I been out too long, Simon is going to worry if I don't get home soon." She replied with a glint in her eyes when she mentioned her boyfriend Simon Lovelace.
"Well, want to walk home together. I want to get back to Cat." Jem suggested, knowing it would be much safer to walk home in pairs in case they ran into a demon horde. Isabelle nodded once and they both went back to the institute to their respective partners.
Julian was very nervous. He was left alone with the cute blonde vampire. He wondered how to approach her. Did she like art? What did she like? What would he say to her? Is it too weird to ask to draw her?
"Do you want to dance?" She spoke so suddenly. Was she speaking to me? Julian started to ask him. The boy could only hope. He realized he hadn't say something and she was staring at him. He had to say something, anything.
"W-what?" Smooth Jules, smooth. Way to ruin all of your chances.
"I said do you want to dance. Or do you still want to sit here awkwardly?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Um… I want to dance. With you." That made the vampire realize that he hasn't caught her name yet. "What is your name?"
"Emma. Yours?"
"Julian."
A/N: Sorry the Jemma part was short. I haven't read Lady Midnight yet and I don't want to build off of nothing.
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