Okay, yes, there is serious swearing in these chapters. So, if you don't wanna read, that's chill…
3. Freeze Frame
"Oh no. Oh hell no." I muttered under my breath.
For some reason, Eminem's song Lose Yourself popped up into my mind.
"Snap back to reality. Oh, there goes gravity…" I said as I just sat back and stared.
I mean, I'm guessing any fan would be going head over heels, freaking out, at the sight.
Because I was staring blankly at the Pandemonium, a club that I'd always deemed fictional. A club that was fictional. (believe me, I was curious and had just looked it up in the midst of my writer's block)
Whoa…
Don't get me wrong, I was never a die hard fan of Cassandra Clare's Mortal Instrument series, but I did find it a good read.
Nah, nah, this was just a dream. Yup, a stupid, ridiculous dream. That's all.
Then again, my dreams had never been so specific. Or so clear…
Okay… time to keep walking… NOW!
.M.I.W.
I was now five or six blocks past the Pandemonium, and grateful for it.
Maybe the site had been wrong, the internet does crap like that. But that still didn't really make sense that I had magically gotten to New York, after fighting a creepy thing.
Or maybe it was a demon!
I shook my head. This was ridiculous. Just keep walking until this dream ends.
That was until I was hearing pulsing music pulsing from an apartment complex that looked anything but.
I sighed deeply, and decided that maybe I should… I don't know.
I was lost, tired, hungry, and seriously confused. I decided to lean against the stair railing of the apartment complex, and think through my next move. I started when I heard a door slam open behind me.
Act cool, just act cool.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bunch of guys swagger out, obviously drunk.
"Hey beeeeuuuuutiffuuul." One said lazily in my ear, and I jumped about ten feet in the air.
I turned around to look at a rather pale guy with black hair sweeping across his forehead.
"What's up?" I asked, pressing myself further against the railing.
"How'sss about you… and me… go, I dun know, do somethin'?" He asked.
"Um… How about no." I smiled.
He frowned, then bared his teeth. Where two fangs protruded.
Holy… crap.
"Change your mind?" He grinned evily.
I barely heard a door open, while I kicked him in the family jewels.
"I said no, asshole!" I yelled, and pushed him in the direction of his friends. They all collided like dominoes, and fell over.
Meanwhile, I was running into a random alley.
I was thrust into a wall, and I yelled out as I sunk to my knees. My head had crashed against the brick, and I was seeing stars. I looked up to see the swaying… Oh, God, could I really say it?
"Wrong mistake, giiirrrliiiieee…" The one who'd talked to me said, and lunged. I squeezed my eyes shut, ready to kick whatever ass I could.
But he never touched me.
I opened my eyes, to see a blonde taking on all of the vampires. (okay, I said it, happy now?)
A blonde that looked very, very familiar.
Not because there's a blonde guy in my book. No, that's not it.
And then he looked doubly familiar with the original brother-slash-sister tag team. One Amazonian beauty with a whip, and a dagger-loving gay guy.
(okay, I realize that was a little mean, but I was running out of poetic things to say about them)
I jumped up and watched as one of the bad guys came straight for me, and as stupid as it was, I tackled him head on.
It was kind of weird, really, taking on a midnight creeper you never thought I'd see. Of course, he outweighed me, and I fell hard on my back.
I glared up into those blood red eyes and smirked a little.
Because I was wearing silver rings. Why didn't I mention that before? Well, I always wore my rings, just in case something like a fight ever came up.
Not a fight between vampires, but a fight all the same.
I reached up and punched him in the face.
It howled in pain as it staggered back, and I jumped up and watched it flit away.
"Yeah! That's right!" I grinned as they retreated. "Jerk!"
And then I was thrown against a wall (again!) and looked into golden eyes. Seriously, that was not normal. But I felt familiarity wash through me at the sight.
"Jace Wayland, right?" I smirked, and pushed him lightly back.
He opened his mouth for a second, obviously surprised, and gave under my gently shove.
"Who's this, Jace?" Alec asked. "One of your demonic girlfriends?"
"No way!" I snapped. "I wouldn't go out with him in a million years! Alec."
He stopped short, and looked at me warily. I smirked back, then looked at his sister. "Yeah, I know who you are too, Isabelle."
They all stared at me.
"So…" I prompted. "Where's Clary?"
Jace visibly cringed, worry passing over the other sibling's faces.
"Oh… My bad." I muttered. I must've been post City of… Ashes, right?
"Okay, since you seem to know us." Alec challenged. "Who are you?"
"Don't worry." I smiled. "You don't know me. I'm Madi… Madi Herondale."