Shadowhunters the Mortal Instruments: Dead's Man's Party Episode 3
This story will closely mirror the TV show Shadowhunters and I will post a chapter for each episode that premiers. It will have in depth points of view for our characters and focus on the relationship between Clary and Alec, because despite the show and books I ship them like a FedEx package. This story will become more AU to accommodate the Clary and Alec relationship while still following the TV shows storyline. For all of you who have taken the time to not only ready but also review, thank you so much! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the show or the characters. I simply saw that there was not any fanfiction for Alec and Clary in this series and decided to nip that right in the bud!
Previously on Shadowhunters:
"Careful," I warn. "We'd be violating the accords."
"I'm afraid your sidekicks quite right. The Night Children have broken no laws. We're negotiating. The mundane, unharmed, in exchange for the Mortal Cup. And the clock is ticking. Tick- tock people." He taunts. Have I mentioned that I hate vampires? In a flash they're gone and the night is filled with Clary's broken cries for her friend.
Alec's POV:
Walking back into the institute after our eventful and disappointing night, I know we won't be getting any rest. We have to save the mundane. For Clary's sake.
"I still don't understand. How can Shadowhunters be better than what you people call mundanes?" Snaps Clary from up ahead, she's been…irritated, since we left the City.
"We protect humans." Says Isabell in defense. By some silent agreement Jace and I both take a step back from the girls and hopefully, away from the line of fire.
"You're right," Clary says turning on Isabell so fast that her hair goes flying. I can see her Shadowhunter speed is kicking in, with training she'll make a good addition, she's very light on her feet. "Humans. You protect humans, and you left Simon all alone in the van." As she continues, Isabell turns unable to meet Clary's angry gaze and I run a hand over my face in act born of frustration. "Good job guys, you rock" she says sarcastically and that snaps me out of my silence.
"There is some truth to the idea that human beings should have a modicum of common sense." I reply dryly.
"Alec. Not now." Comes Isabell's sharp command. Can she really blame me though? Not only am I blunt by nature, but back at the city I had actually been worried about her. Not her little Mundie friend. That's what I get for caring! And the worst part is, I don't get why I even care what happens to her! Now Isabell and I get the blame us for tonight's situation when her friend shouldn't even have been there in the first place. But can I actually say all that? No.
"Look. They won't do anything to Simon. They just want to draw you out. They want the cup and they think you have it." Says Jace, trying to be helpful.
"But why do they think that, why does anyone think that?" and as usual, when I'm in the room, regardless of the others, she directs her questions to me. "What my mom lies to me all my life but says, 'oh there's this magic cup I hid in like the planet Bongo but don't tell anyone'". And while annoyed it's hard not to want to laugh when she runs off at the mouth like that. "What am I supposed to do now?"
"We have to report to the clave." I say, moving to the front of the group and conveniently right in front of Clary. "They have to know what we've learned about Valentine."
"What that he's my father?" asks Clary causing me to pause my steps and turn to face her, my eyebrow cocked. "Great. Fine. Tell them. What good does that do Simon?" she asks moving closer. I meet her gaze and it's like I can't look away, but neither can she. There's so much between us and I want to ask her if she feels it too. This…connection. This need to search her out anytime were in the same room to be close to her. But if I ever get up the strength to do that, it will not be in front of my sister and Jace.
"Clary it's all connected," Calls Jace from his position reclining on the wall behind me and successfully breaking our stare. "The vampires want the cup."
"Why? It makes new Shadowhunters."
"Nobody wants Valentine forming another army loyal to himself," I explains.
"Plus it controls demons," says Izzy seriously.
"They'll propose a trade. Simon for the cup." Continues Jace.
"So the vampires will trade Simon for the cup and Valentine will trade my mother for the cup. Either way I'll lose someone I love! What if I just toss it up in the air and let them fight it out amongst themselves?" she asks, her voice giving way to desperation. I don't care for her endless declarations of devotion to her friend so when I answer her my voice is dripping in sarcasm, yet another thing they have in common.
"Oh, so, this doesn't matter to you?"
"Yes, of course it matters." She says, her eyes snapping to meet mine in a glare that could melt iron. "Listen, when you saved my life. I put my trust in you, now I need you to out your trust in me. I can't turn into what you are overnight."
"It's true. She was raised as a mundane." Supports Isabell.
"What are you? Her spokesman now?" I quips, amused at my sisters blatant support of her.
"I don't need a spokesman. I need a plan." Quips Clary before stomping off to God knows where. I harbor a sneaking suspicion that she must be studying charms to wheedle her way into my life permanently. How the hell else could I be attracted to all that crazy? And what do I do? I follows her. We all do. We end up in our surveillance and intel room. "What about all this stuff? These screens, can they help me find Simon? Where is he anyways? Some kind of crypt in Transylvania?"
"Actually no, that was Camille's outfit right? They're locals?" Jace directs his query towards Izzy and I. We've all gathered around one of the tables that's surface is strewn in maps. Izzy immediately finds a perch on a corner of the table while I lean on the back of a chair opposite everyone. This allows me to watch her inconspicuously.
"They're at the hotel Dumort down on Gansevoort Street." Says Isabell helpfully.
"And we came back here? Why, we have to go there? Come on, let's go!"
"We need a Clave resolution for that." I say and immediately see her deflate.
"Yeah, the four of us can't declare war on the vamps all by ourselves." Says Izzy.
"And we can't react without considering our options. Downworlders are slaves to their impulses. We're not." I continue.
"Alec. You can't just jump on all the Downworlders." Says Isabell slyly.
"Oh, that's right. Seelie's have their charms apparently." I say, sparing a smile and teasing tone for my little sister.
"Seelies?" asks Clary, interested.
"Like fair folk. Add Pixies, Nixies, Elves, anybody with half angel, half demon. It's pretty much a catch-all term."
"Izzy can tell you all about them." I volunteer. "She's got a 'thing'".
"We've all got out 'thing', don't we Alec?" She says in a joking tone with a meaningful glance Clary's way that goes unnoticed by the others. I just roll my eyes at her.
"Okay, I can't listen to this. Simon's been kidnapped by vampires. I guess I'll just take care of it myself." She says making her way to the front doors.
"Clary you're going to get yourself killed." Calls Jace straightening up. Her steps don't falter. "Clary, Simon too." We listen as the sound of furious boots clacking on the tile stop. I can see her take a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling in a steady rhythm before she turns around and marches back coming to a stop beside me adopting my same stance. She's unaware of the eyebrow Jace raises before looking closely between us but I'm not.
"Then help me. While we consider other options my friend is suffering. Is that something Shadowhunters understand? Or am I just being a mundane?" I eye her closely before turning to meet Jace and Izzy's eyes in silent conversation. We know that if any of us was in this position we'd be reacting the same way. We look out for each other, it's what they've always done.
"Clary's right." Jace says motioning us closer and lowering his voice. "They made the first move. We're going to take care of this ourselves. Right now."
"This is a bad idea, I-." I start.
"What you've got a better one? They broke the accords. They kidnapped a Mundie, that's a big no-no. The Clave will give us a lecture and then they'll be glad we did it. Come on." Steamrolls Jace.
"Hard to argue with that," mutters Izzy.
"Even if we went ahead. I don't see how we get out of here without having to explain where were going. We need weapons, and we can't let anyone see us get them." I eye Jace knowing that right now, more than ever, one of us needs to be level-headed. After a few tense moments of silence, Jace speaks up.
"I know where to get what we need."
Once we arrive at the church I feel a barely suppressed shudder overtake me at the sight of the Mundanes obnoxious van before focusing on the task at hand.
"Whose grave is it?" I ask.
"Mary Milligan, born January 10th 1802. Died January 10th 1878." Says Izzy, prattling off the information from her phone.
"All right, Alec, let's go." Says Jace.
"Wait, what are we looking for?" Asks Clary.
"A cache of weapons." Says Izzy.
"Stashed here with Mrs. Milligan." Finishes Jace.
"Why are there Shadowhunter weapons in a churchyard?" asks Clary confused.
"Because all of the ancient religions recognize demons. Or at least they used to." Explains Izzy.
"They forgot about the threat because we've been here to protect them. Typical mundane failure of the imagination." I say hoping to tear Clary's attention away from Jace who she is walking next to.
"Are you saying we do too good a job? You just can't let up can you?" says Izzy, getting upset with me.
"You know what?" snaps Jace. "Alec why don't you go check out by the angel." I turn away from Isabell and give Jace a look before heading off to search the area he indicated. As I begin my search I make sure to keep her and Jace in my line of sight. They're standing awfully close, deep in conversation and I am too far away to hear what's being said. I can see Jace take a step forward and feel a scowl settle on my face before they are thankfully broken apart by Isabell. She's going to visit her Seelie 'friend' to find a way into the vampire lair. With her gone I need to figure out a way to split up those two, so I not so casually call him over.
"Hey Jace. Over here."
"Yeah, coming." As he makes his way to me, my gaze is immediately drawn to her. Is she all right? What did she need to talk to Jace about? Jace, catching my wandering gaze turns to observe her himself.
"We're crossing a line into vamp territory." I say.
"That's the point. Come on Alec, cheer up, it's going to be fun." He says, bumping my arm and smiling. Making nothing of a serious situation as usual.
"Damn it Jace think this through! You don't even like this guy. This isn't about the mundane. This is about Clary. What, are you so desperate to get laid that you're willing to risk killing us?" I ask unable to keep the jealousy I'm feeling in check.
"There was so much of that that was wrong, I'm not even going to pretend to hear it." He snaps.
"That's the problem," I say, gripping his jacket. "You're not listening. Not to this or anything else I've said today. You don't even know this girl. Why do you trust her?"
"Is this about her being Valentine's daughter? Haven't we been through this? Alec, look. You can trust her or not that's not my business. But if you don't trust me-."
"Hey, Alec, I think I found it! Mary Mulligan" We are interrupted and I am reminded of the reason we are here in the first place, besides this talk wasn't going anywhere. Unless I spell it out for him, he's never going to get why I don't want him around her. We make our way to Clary and begin inspecting the grave.
"Beloved servant? Who wants that on a headstone?" she asks.
"Someone who is in service to a cause greater than themselves." I reply
"At least she is now," says Jace preparing to open the coffin. "Abbra Cadabrah."
"Wait, you people actually say that?" Clary asks him.
"No, Clary. We don't." He traces the rune on the headstone before opening it. I end up next to Clary and hear her intake of breath as the coffin is opened.
"Where's Mrs. Milligan?" she says in quiet awe at the pile of assorted weapons proudly on display. She reaches for one of the swords and I quickly turn to her.
"Don't touch that, you don't know how to use it." I snap. But I genuinely don't want her to get hurt. With our luck she'd cut her jugular and we'd be left to deal with the mundane alone. Ignoring my command and tone she keeps brandishing the sword, of course, and turns to me.
"What like at Pandemonium when I killed the demon." She says, tilting her heard to grin at me. Is she flirting with me? I take a step forward, we're so close that if it weren't for the sword currently pointed at my face, we'd be touching.
"You-."
"Alec!" of course Jace has to ruin the moment, once again misreading the situation between me and her. "She'll learn how to use it." I see Clary look between me and Jace before taking a few step away from us to practice with the sword.
"No. There's no bow here. I need one. I have to rune some arrows, that's back at the institute. I got to go." I say turning and sparing one last look at Clary. Just to be sure she's not about to accidentally kill herself or anything.
"Yeah, how are you going to get back in the institute?" asks Jace, coming after me.
"Go in the back. Won't bother me if I'm alone." I say with a shrug.
"Okay, good. Go. I can finish up here." He says getting back to the store of weapons. I turn to leave again before I feel myself come up short. It's obvious Jace is bothered but if I've learned anything over the years it's that he's not going to apologize or try to make amends first. With an eye roll I turn back to him.
"Hey. I understand what we need to do, and I trust you, parabatai. Don't ever doubt me. No matter what I said.' I say hoping he'll read the sincerity in my eyes.
"It's already forgotten," he says extending his hand for me to grasp. "I'll see you at dawn."
"At dawn." I echo back. I turn around to see Clary watching me and give her a slight nod before walking away. It kills me to leave her with him because I know him, specifically how he is with woman and how easily they can fall for his charm. What will have changed when we meet up again?
Clary POV:
As I start to get used to the sword in my hand, I manage to brandish it a few times without hurting myself but the sound of Alec's voice stops me and I turn to observe the guys. They look like they're having a serious conversation. I can't hear what's being said but I see Jace nod before extending his hand to Alec and doing some bro handshake/shoulder pat. They almost look like they're saying goodbye. I see Alec turn around and I'm too slow to react so he catches me watching. He gives me the slightest of nods before turning and walking away, his long strides eating up the ground so quickly that he soon disappears from sight, and I find that I feel…sad? His bluntness aside I find myself drawn to Alec, I have ever since I first saw him. Whenever I'm near him I want to stay there and I've never felt as alive, more myself than when he is challenging me. And although sometimes he can be harsh when he speaks to me, his eyes tell a completely different story. Just now when he told me not to touch the sword I saw that it was because he didn't want me to get hurt but Jace interpreted things differently and I saw Alec pull away, which was terrible because I liked how close we had been, I had even tried to flirt with him. I don't try to fight my smirk as I remember how his eyes had slightly widened at my boldness. The reason I haven't been turned away by his attitude is because I can also understand where he's coming from. They don't know me and haven't known me long enough to trust me. I understand that he's just trying to look out for his family. He seems to be the one in charge but I've watched as Jace and Izzy often team up to overrule him. While it has been for my sake to help me find first my mother and now Simon, it does upset me to see how they seem to walk all over him. Jace pulls me away from my musings when he comes closer. He means to tech me how to use the sword and I have to admit I'm a little excited. There are some cool perks to being a Shadowhunter after all!
"Okay. Let me show you how to use this thing. It knows you're a Shadowhunter, so it wants to respond. But you have to be firm with it. Let it know whose boss." Standing behind me and holding his hand over mine on the hilt of the blade, he gently moves my hand through the motions to properly wield the blade. "There…You make it a part of yourself, and it a part of you. And the blade never dims. It's saying you belong together." He's standing a bit too close for comfort now and it feels wrong to be here with him like this. I decide to ask a question to distract him from the way he's looking at me.
"How does it know?"
"Because you're part angel Clary. Like all Shadowhunters. You understand?" he asks as he guides me through the steps to plunge the blade forward. I gasp at the sudden power surge that I feel from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. It's intoxicating.
"Not even a little." I reply.
"You'll get there. It's not something you understand in your mind. It's something you know because it's pulsing through your body. It's in your blood." That said he backs away to let me go through the routine he just taught me on my own. Once I've gotten comfortable with the movements we head back to the tomb to finish gather our weapons.
"How do you know they'll come back?" I ask, trying to discreetly inquire about Alec.
"Who Alec and Izzy?" he asks. "Because we were raised together. Their practically my brother and sister. Did you hear what Alec called me just then? Were parabatai. There's no human bond that compares to what Alec and I have. We're bound together for life, bound to fight together, to protect each other. In battle, our hearts beat as one, if one of us were to die a part of the other would die as well."
I feel myself shrink back a little at his words, my breath escaping in an almost gasp. The mere thought of Alec dying hits me like a pain and the chest, and the fear is crippling. More so than the fact that I find myself having feelings this intense for him. Breathing deeply I try to focus back on Jace who is still speaking.
"They'll be here Clary." He says with finality. "You ready?"
"I'm ready," I respond.
"You look ready."
"You want to kill time in a biker bar?" I say unimpressed as Jace direct me to a place called Hardtail. That's right, not even the name sounds appealing.
"We can't move on the vamps till sunrise. Plus, there's something I need in here."
"What a drink?"
"I don't drink."
"We need to save Simon, not hang around a bunch of posers," I say, taking in the colorful and leather clad bodies occupying the bar. I hear him chuckle. "Jace it's not funny."
"It's kind of funny," he responds.
"Shouldn't you be teaching me to fight vampires or something?" He looks down at me before doing a quick scan of the bar.
"Do me a favor. Look over there, what do you see?" He asks, gesturing to a section of the bar occupied by tables and customers, a few of the drinking and a few too absorbed in each other to drink.
"Waitress… People making out."
"Focus on the couple," he says indicating with his head the one's he is talking about. "Now concentrate on seeing through."
"Through?" what on earth is he talking about?
"There are layers to reality. Yu can peel them away. See the Shadow world.."
"Maybe you can," I say after trying to focus on the couple and coming up blank.
"Don't just use your mind, use your whole self. Relax into it."
I do as he says and focus all of myself on the couple. They get bit hazy before my sight clears and I see them.
"They're vampires." I gasp and see his nod of approval. Turning to watch the entrance we both notice a man with blonde hair and blue and white leather jacket enter the bar.
"Check out that guy. He's got something."
"What? Fleas?" I ask amused.
"Not now. Okay, now go." He instruct as we begin to tail the man. "Bet you can't handle his charm." He taunts.
"Charm? What are you kidding me?"
"You really want to help find Simon? Go on, go compliment him on his motorcycle." I give him a disbelieving look. "He'll like that." Adds Jace with a smirk.
Turning around and walking towards the stranger I use my best strut and call out a greeting. "Hi," that gets his attention and he quickly glances up at me. I casually start to run my fingers along his bike before continuing. "I've been wondering who owns this awesome bike." I say lowering my voice and moving closer. He shoots me an interested smile before murmuring.
"Hey baby." Seriously? The sad thing is I bet that works on a lot of girls. "You like to ride." He asks. But before I can answer I am distracted by his hand, he's moving it in a calming rhythm and before I know it I am completely taken with this man. I'd do whatever he says. Follow him anywhere.
"You know you smell like a freaking angel right? But without all that Shadowhunter rune crap all over you. Much better look right?" he asks.
"Right," I answer breathlessly, moving closer to him.
"I don't know what the hell you are angel doll but you're one tasty treat." I chuckle and if possible lean even closer.
"Thank you."
I feel him wrap his arm around my waist as he pulls me towards himself and starts whispering softly in my ear while I remain completely oblivious to the fangs that have sprouted from his mouth. Coming around the bike to stand behind me he grabs a hold of my waist.
"You want to go on a ride baby?"
"Yeah." I say settling myself on the bike while he nuzzles my neck. I see a blonde guy in a black leather jacket come up to us but I am too distracted by to care.
"You having fun with my girl?" he asks.
"Piss off, Shadowhunter." He growls back.
"Brad's gonna take me for a ride," I say on a sigh.
"That's not going to happen." Says the blonde. I see both men face off against each other before Brad pushes the blond back. I giggle softly causing Brad to shoot me a smile.
"Don't move Clary," says the blonde. As Brad lunges towards him the blonde guy disappears, as Brad searches for him he suddenly appears behind him and taps him on the shoulder. When Brad turns around he is greeted with a 'Yoo- hoo Romeo' and a swift uppercut to the chin that renders him unconscious. As he falls, he drops the keys to his bike which Jace catches expertly. I snap out of my haze in time to see Jace settling into his seat on the bike in front of me before revving it up.
"Jace what-." I ask confused as I see a group of vampires coming towards us. We peel out of Hardtail, wind whipping through our hair as we move at impossible speeds. My brain is finally able to register what just happened and I find myself upset that Jace would put me into an unknown situation like that and that he would call me 'his girl'. I most certainly am not his.
"Why did you let him do that to me?" I ask.
"I couldn't exactly dig around in his pockets for his keys." He says calmly, this only serving to upset me more.
"What, you were just going to let him turn me into a vampire for the keys?"
"Don't you trust me?" He calls over his shoulder to which I don't reply. "Better hold tight, this bike runs on demon energy, its pretty mean."
"Don't their bikes run on demon energy?" I inquire of the bikes currently on our tail.
"Why do you think I picked this one? It's been modified."
"But we still have to find-."
"Simon," he finishes. "Don't worry, we'll find your Mundie. You got a good grip?"
"You keep asking me that." As soon as the words leave my mouth the bike starts ascending and pretty soon we're flying over the city. I can't help the laughter that comes tumbling out of me at the exhilarating ride. This is something I never saw myself doing. I'm flying!
Alec's POV
As stealthily as I can I sneak into the institute and make my way to our weapons room. Pulling out the hidden panel of weapons I quickly select my bow and a handful of arrows and set them down on the table behind me. Closing the panel I pull out my stele and begin to rune the arrows. I'm so focused on my task that I don't notice I'm not alone anymore until I her Hodge's voice ring through the room.
"Alec! I didn't know you were in here," he says fully entering the room. I quickly put the arrow down and sit down on the table in what I hope passes for a casual pose as I try to block the bow from him.
"I…um was…just, ah." I stumble around for an excuse. I am really bad at the whole lying thing.
"Don't tell me," he says coming closer. "I don't want to have to report you."
"It's just that Clary is-."
"That girl, is Valentines-." His voice cuts off as the pain of his burning mark renders him speechless. "The monsters daughter," he grounds out and I feel myself shift uncomfortably. "There must be some reason why the roaches are coming out of the woodwork again, right? I'll leave you to it." He says walking away.
"Hodge." I stop him. "Thank you." He retraces his steps coming to stop in front of me.
"You remind me a lot of me Alec. The loyal friend standing in the shadow of the chosen one." He says, I just scoff and look away. He reaches out to grip my neck and make me face him.
"Don't make the same mistakes I did. Look where it got me?" With one last look he pats me on the back and walks away, leaving me with a lot to think about.
Clary's POV:
Before I know it, Jace and I have arrived on the rooftop of the Hotel Dumort, the ride was over far too quickly in my opinion. Jace leads me into better light before having me move my jacket aside to reveal my collar bone to him. He start to apply a new rune to my skin and explain what happened at the bar.
"What that vampire did to you back at the bar. It's called encanto. It's the first step. Kind of like what a cobra does to a mouse before it starts. This," he says indicating the rune. "Will keep you safe. Just in case you run into Mr. Fascinating again." He says smirking.
"I'm never going to live that down am I?" I ask
"Nope." Move your sleeve, he says before making yet another rune on my left wrist.
"What is that?"
"This is for silence, the vamps won't hear us coming but we can't disguise the scent of our blood from them. Once we head into the building, through there," he says indicating a door on the far corner of the roof. "They'll know somethings up. If our plan works we'll have time to find Simon. I nod my head at him and we set off towards the door. "The mundane world is all into vampires. I don't get it, they see everyone else as an animated sac of meat."
"I certainly don't see the romance," I say dryly.
"That's because now you know it's all real. Still, you got to hand it to them though. They know how to frame a narrative."
"How will we find Simon?"
"He'll be in the most secure room in the building. Trust me, we'll know it when we see it."
"What if they do an encanto on him? Would he turn into a vampire?"
"No. You have to drink vampire blood for that. Even then there's more to it. It's an overly involved process if you ask me."
"But, I don't get it. What if a vampire bites him?"
"They won't drain him right away, they like to take their time. Vampires are real gourmets."
"He'll be terrified."
"Actually he'll feel kind of high. Like he's in love."
"With the one who bit him? That's awful." He stops mid stride to turn to me.
"It's awful?" he asks with a questioning look at me before turning away.
"You've never been bitten?" I ask meeting his eyes and I see a slight shift in them as recognition dawns. "You've never been in love," I say softly.
"The point is it wears off. Just like love. What's the deal with you and that guy anyway, he seems kind of-."
"Careful," I warn.
"Unworthy of you, how's that?"
"You think you have it all figured out" I say irritated.
"I do."
"You don't even understand friendship."
"Really?"
"You have a parabatai right?" I inquire. He walks towards me, expression fierce.
"Alec would die for me." He states confidently and I once again feel my heart constrict at the mere thought of Alec no longer existing.
"Now you understand me and Simon." I respond. I see him take a deep breath before he sheds his emotions and shifts gears.
"The sun will be up soon. Do you remember how to use the blade? Keep your arm steady. Don't overestimate what you know. They can be tricky but we'll keep them off you as much as we can."
"Where are Alec and Isabell?" I ask anxious.
"Being distracting."
Alec POV:
"You're really not going to talk to me, are you?" asks my sister as we make our way into the hotel.
"That's because you have no idea what you're talking about-."
"But I do. You're hiding from yourself, not me. You have feelings whether you like them or not Alec." Finding the stairs that will lead us to the entrance I begin to climb but not before I send Isabell a bored look that I know she hates.
"This is not the time or the place, Izzy." I respond as she watches me arms crossed.
"I don't know. Looks pretty smooth so far."
I know what she wants. She wants me to acknowledge my feelings for Clary and Jace to her and help me come to terms with what I'm feeling but that's not going to happen. Making our way through the hotel's basement there is only one door in sight.
"This must be the door," says Isabell opening it wide. What we find on the other side is a group full of growling vamps who look ready to end us. Finally, my day is looking up. I quickly grab the door out of Isabell's grasp and slam it shut, the two of us throwing our bodies against the door to hold them off.
"Any day now." She says, indicating that I should rune the door against them. I frantically dig through my pack, still not too preoccupied to snap right back at her.
"Yeah, well if you would hold the door still it would be a lot easier." Finding my stele I hold it up to the door and nothing happens. "It's not taking." I say. I feel Isabell grab one of the swords strapped to my back and I hear the sound of metal clashing before she thrusts a metal pole into my hands. We quickly shove it through the door handle to bar the entrance and smirk at one another.
"Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword was an idiot." She remarks.
"When you're right, you're right," I say in agreement. We take a few steps back, gather our weapons and prepare to fight, the banging on the door has grown insistent and we can see hands coming through the cracks in the door.
"Do you think they know were here?" asks Isabell.
"That's the idea right? How long do you think we have to distract them for?"
"Ten more minutes?"
"Ten minutes? Are you kidding me? We'll leave for lunch in five."
"So let's distract them."
"So let's distract them." I agree as we start to see the pole we stuck in the door jamb begin to shift precariously.
"Get ready." Says Izzy extending her whip as I ready my bow. The door opens and as the first vamp steps in Izzy wraps her whip around his foot before dragging him across the floor. The second vamp uses his speed to elude us so I focus on the third, he is quickly incinerated by my arrow. Once he's taken care of I shift to my left and as soon as I see the vamp step out from behind the boiler I make quick work of ending him. Free of threats I relax my bow and look around.
"This was fun," I say with a smile. I see a few more vamps in the hall to afraid to enter and quickly reload my bow.
"Keep coming boys." Calls Isabell.
We make quick work of the rest of the guys and head further into the hotel to find her and Jace. It's not long until we hear the sounds of struggle. At Jace's worried.
"Clary look out." I feel myself start to sprint, Izzy not far behind. As we approach the room I see Jace pinned down on the ground with three vamps while Clary is being tossed and dragged about by another vamps, her sounds of struggle only serving to fuel my anger. I quickly draw my bow string, arrow at the ready but as soon as the vamp catches sight of me, he drags Clary up by the shoulders, holding her in front of him as a shield. The coward. I am furious but I keep myself calm and search for a way to get her away from him. I take a second to look at her face, her eyes are wide with fear but I see a small half smile grace her lips when she catches sight of me. I return a smile of my own.
"Okay." I utter before I launch my arrow at a worn area of the wall just above them. As soon as my arrow hits it's target. The wall starts to crumble until it forms a gap that let's in bright rays of sunrise causing the vamp to scream out in pain and release Clary. She stumbles forward, crouching down when the vamp who was previously her captor, combusts. Moving quickly she grabs her blade and rushes forward. Meeting one of the other vamps head on, she skillfully dodges his attack before plunging her blade into his chest, and looks incredibly beautiful doing it. Now free Jace also makes quick work of his opponents before turning to face Clary. I am standing directly behind him and I see her eyes quickly look beyond Jace's to meet mine.
"I killed him," she says shocked.
"Well, technically he was already dead," says Jace and she takes a moment to mull that over.
"Plus he wanted to kill you, remember that." Says Izzy stepping forward to Jace's side, her proud smile hard to miss. "She did great right?" she asks. I am still frozen at the entryway where we came in. My heart and brain are taking a moment to process that she's here and she's safe. I saved her, and she kind of kicked ass.
"Yeah, you did." Says Jace answering Izzy but not taking his eyes off of Clary. "You should be proud."
"Thanks but, it's not about me." She says, shifting her gaze to include me. "Let's go find Simon."
Making our way through the hotel I see Clary move to walk beside me and I shift so that I am standing in front of her to guard her. We come up on a room that is brightly lit and I recognize the voice of the vamp we met outside the City when the Mundie was taken. Indicating silently which way we should head I set off first, quickly bringing my bow up.
"Simon!" Clary says rushing forward before much to my relief Jace takes her arm and gently pulls her back.
"Clary! That's not going to do any good."
"Listen to him, Clary Fairchild. Put it away. I've had more than enough of your friend for one day. I'd love to cut his throat. Don't give me a reason." The vamp is holding the Mundie with a knife to his throat and I am forced to lower my bow, but I refuse to lower the hand that lifted to the satchel of arrows at my back. I clench my jaw not at all happy with how this is unfolding. Jace brandishes his sword and the vamp quickly yells at all of us.
"Put it away!" We have no choice but to lower our weapons completely, my bow is now hanging uselessly on my shoulder. Clary is still the only one closest to the Mundie and I keep my eyes trained on her, as f my gaze alone will stop anything from hurting her.
"Simon, are you okay?" she asks.
"I wouldn't say okay exactly-."
"Stop talking!" says the vamp jerking him back and applying more pressure to the blade being held at his throat. "Now… if you could all just follow me," he says looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Let's go!" he yells quickly backing out of the room. We all hurry forward and I let Izzy and Jace take the lead. As I pass Clary I gently press a finger to her thigh indicating that she should stay behind me. I move to the front of the group my eyes never leaving the vamp. "Come on lets go! Get down there now!" he says indicating towards a door at the end of the hallway. I realize my mistake too late. In taking the lead I am now closest to the door, Izzy behind me and Clary is at the back. Directly in front of the vamp. My eyes shift nervously and I'm grateful to see Jace pull her behind him as they pass the vamp.
'Were not going to hurt you, we just want Simon," she says as we are herded down the hall, the door fast approaching.
"I'm glad you do." Responds the vamp. "We wanted you," He growls.
"Well here I am!" she responds, pushing forward and making my heart drop. I can no longer see her and I have no clue what's going on behind me.
"Stop!" says Jace pushing her back.
"Shut up! Open that door right now and leave or I'll kill him!" I quickly move forward to open the door ignoring the argument behind me. When I open the door I am surprised to see…sunlight? We're on the roof. I rush out and turn to find Izzy, Clary, Jace and…the Mundie? I walk a ways away from the group and take moment to asses our surroundings and relieve some of my tension. Ignoring Jace's caustic remarks for the Mundie I turn to follow him and Izzy up a short flight of steps onto a higher part of the roof. Not only do I have a good vantage point of our surrounding, I unfortunately have a great view of Clary's reunion with her Mundie. I look down to see them holding each other tightly, neither looking willing to let go. I see her back away and I'm too far away to hear what they're saying but I do see the kisses they give each other on the cheek and can't help but doubt their 'best friend' status.
"Well, no accounting for tastes." Says Isabell taking a moment to freshen up her lipstick. Not wanting to hear her veiled barbs concerning my feelings for Simon, I can't help but retort.
"You should talk." I see her eye me, one eyebrow arched before walking away.
"Can I just say one thing?" I ask Jace, turning to him.
"You will whatever I say, so shoot."
"You think you know Clary but you may not-."
"Don't start this with me Alec." He says, not letting me finish.
"You won't be good for he-."
"She has no one."
"Just listen to me for one second-."
"Alec stop!" He shouts. He looks around seeing that we have drawn attention to ourselves and lowers his voice. "Just stop." I take a hard look at him before I respond.
"I'm older than you Jace. I'm not going to stand in your shadow." Not with Clary, not with anyone.
"If you really feel that way about her, why haven't you said anything before tonight?" he asks me. Wait, what? He knows that I feel something for Clary? It's all too much, the adrenaline, the fact that Jace knows. Instead of answering him, I walk away.
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