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"Come on, you don't even try!" I complained, and Jace ignored me, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, downing half of it immediately.
We had gone on for another six rounds of training, and I won three of them, Jace gently taking me out for the other three. I was sick of this. He didn't treat me like I was breakable when we were fighting demons, so why when we were training?
You just hate how much you want him to care, a voice rang in my head.
I ignored it.
"If I don't try, how did I manage to beat you?"
"Come on, Jace, don't act dumb," I snapped, "I'm a Shadowhunter. We train because we go out there and risk our lives every damned day, the least you could do is give me someone useful to train with."
He muttered something unintelligible under his breath, and I sighed.
"What?"
"I said I don't want to hurt you!" Jace hissed, and I jumped slightly, shocked at the burning emotion on his face.
Of course he didn't want me hurt.
He was my brother.
Nothing more.
"Hey guys!" Isabelle called, and my parabatai bounded into the kitchen before I could reply.
"Yeah, Iz?" I didn't look up, my eyes still glued to Jace's face, but he wasn't looking at either one of us, still guzzling his water bottle.
"You guys better be prepared to go demon hunting tonight," Isabelle grinned, "We're going to Pandemonium."
Jace groaned. "Perfect."
"Who's the bait?" I asked, and I could have sworn Jace's eyes flickered to mine, but when I looked at him, he was watching Isabelle.
"Me, darling, save your breath," She assured me, and I shook my head.
"The idea of my parabatai being demon bait is even more unappealing than the thought of being the bait myself," I reminded her, and she squeezed my shoulder in reassurance.
"Look on the bright side. We are very good at our jobs. I seduce the demon scum, and you drive a seraph blade through it," She winked, and I grinned.
Hours later, after a lunch consisting of me trying to teach Isabelle to cook something as simple as a frozen pizza, and ten minutes later placing the frozen pizza in question in the garbage and ordering a fresh one, the chef herself barged into my room, wordlessly walking to my closet.
"Welcome, enter as you please."
"Enter I shall. Hey do you still have those thigh-high boots?"
"You mean the ones Alec called my 'stripper shoes'?"
"I suppose so."
"Here," I moved her out of the way, shuffling through my closet until I grabbed the desired shoes and handing them to her.
"Thank you. They go perfect with the dress I have in mind."
"It covers your runes?" I asked worriedly, and she nodded.
"You know, just because Mom tells you you're in charge, it doesn't mean you have to be her," Isabelle reminded me, and I shrugged.
"I like taking care of you guys. It's my job. If that makes me like Maryse, then so be it," I said honestly, and she smiled at me, before she slipped out of the room, probably going to get dressed.
I walked into the bathroom, staring at my bangs determinedly. The most obnoxious thing was when they fall into my eyes during a demon hunt.
Not to mention dangerous.
I French braided my bangs back, pulling my hair into a tight ponytail, and I looked at my masterpiece victoriously. It looked halfway pretty, and my bangs weren't coming loose now.
I proceeded to touch up the slight amount of makeup already on my face, put in small earrings that didn't get in the way, and I dressed in my gear, which consisted of black leather pants, boots, jacket, and a black shirt.
I grabbed my stele, which had been one of the last things my father had ever given me, as it had my family crest engraved in it, and I slowly began to trace over a strength rune on my arm.
I slid my jacket off of my shoulder, attempting to reach the back of my shoulder blade to trace a glamour rune, but the burning sensation was not exactly comfortable, and I wasn't making any progress.
"Here, let me," Jace whispered in my ear, and I ignored the shiver that went down my spine as he pressed the stele to my skin.
He's your brother, snap out of it! I scolded myself. He does not have feelings for you! You are indeed going crazy!
"Isabelle should probably do that. Her being my parabatai, and all."
"I can draw a rune just as good as anyone else," Jace argued, and I rolled my eyes, thanking him.
Alec walked out of his room, his eyes closed. "Don't tell me, but Isabelle is the person we're waiting on."
"How'd you guess?" Jace asked, amused, and I smacked his arm.
"Show some respect for your sister. I don't see your lazy ass going out there and seducing demons."
"It'd be too easy for me. I need to give you guys a chance at some point."
"Please," Alec snorted, "You just realized that not even Jace Wayland can make demons interested in the Tall-Dark-And-Masculine type."
I snickered, Jace shooting me a glare that miraculously sent me into a round of coughing.
"Who's dying?" Isabelle asked, and I shook my head.
"No one yet. Can't make any promises, though."
"Anyways," Alec interrupted impatiently, "Let's get this show on the road, shall we?"
We walked outside, starting off down the sidewalk (because of course, you can't take a cab when people can't see you) and I had to scold Jace every two minutes for bumping shoulders with innocent bystanders.
When we reached Pandemonium, the club already alive with music and people, we stood right outside the door, prepping each other quickly.
"Remember, just lead him to the closet, and we will meet you there," I promised, and Isabelle nodded, rolling her eyes at my overprotectiveness.
We slipped past the line of teenagers, through the doors and straight into the crowd of dancing bodies.
Isabelle disappeared, and Jace, Alec, and I stood towards the wall, edging through the people silently.
Someone reached out and grabbed my arm, and when I looked up it was an attractive man with dark hair and green eyes, who I instantly recognized as a werewolf.
"A Shadowhunter, hmm?" He grinned, raking his eyes over me, "And a pretty one, at that."
"Paws off," A familiar voice warned, and Jace pulled me away, not meeting my eyes as he continued through the swarm of people.
Alec was watching the two of us with an unreadable expression, and I just shook my head, grabbing his arm and pulling him in Jace's direction.
We leaned against the wall, looking for Isabelle quietly.
We found her at the opposite side of the club, winking in our direction, and I smiled slightly. Alec glanced down at the Sensor in his hand, and as it vibrated, we looked up in the direction it meant.
There was a guy there with electric blue hair, and he was locking eyes with a short redheaded girl who seemed so out of place it was almost comical.
I motioned my hand towards him, and Iz nodded, slowly walking near him. He looked up, as if sensing her presence, and she nodded her head towards the storage closet.
He smirked, the redhead forgotten, and I almost laughed at her rejected expression. Mundanes. They are completely oblivious to the dangers in their world, and better yet, oblivious to us, the people who risk their lives to destroy that danger.
The demon followed Isabelle, and the three of us waited before following them to the storage closet.
Isabelle said something to him, smiling, and they slipped through the door, disappearing from our view. Jace pulled a weapon from his belt, my hand on a seraph blade in anticipation, and we walked in after them.
Isabelle already had her whip wrapped around his ankles, and she grinned at us when we came in. "He's all yours."
Alec and Jace grabbed him and shoved him into a pillar, his wrists tied, and Jace began to step in front of him, but I put an arm out, stopping him.
"Now, now," I grinned, "Ladies first."
I stood in front of the demon, my eyes meeting his, though his human form was slightly taller than me. He glared at me with pure hatred.
"So, handsome," I asked conversationally, "Are there any others?"
"Any other what?" He asked innocently.
"Now, you don't strike me as dumb, handsome," I smirked, pulling the top of my shirt down just enough to reveal the angelic rune in the center of my chest. "You know my kind, just as well as I know yours."
"Shadowhunter," The demon spat in disgust, and Jace, hovering behind me, grinned widely.
"Got you."
I could have sworn I felt another presence in the room, but I tossed the thought away quickly.
"So," Jace began, "You never did answer the lady's question."
"I don't know what you're talking about." The demon spat through his teeth, and I snorted.
"He's talking about demons, handsome," I enlightened, "You know what those are, do you not?"
"Demons," Jace continued, smirking, "Religiously defined as hell's denizens, the servants of Satan, but understood here, for the purposes of the Clave, to be any malevolent spirit whose origin is outside our own home dimension-"
"Jace," I interrupted wearily.
"Nikki's right," Alec agreed. "Nobody here needs a lesson in semantics-or demonology."
"Nicks over there," Jace motioned to me, "Thinks I talk too much. Do you think I talk too much?"
"I could give you information," The demon offered, "I know where Valentine is."
Jace and Alec shared a look, and Alec shrugged. "Valentine's in the ground," Jace said, to who's direction I don't know. "The thing's just toying with us."
"Jace, can I kill it?" I asked, running a hand over my seraph blade lightly. "You know, for such a lady's man, you really aren't making my night worthwhile."
Jace grinned, motioning for me to go ahead, and I raised the blade, to which the demon gasped. "Valentine is back!" The demon yelled, struggling fiercely. "All the Infernal Worlds know it-I know it-I can tell you where he is-"
"By the Angel, every time we capture one of you bastards, you claim you know where Valentine is. Well, we know where he is too. He's in hell." Jace glared at the demon before him. "And you can join him there."
I was about to plunge the blade into the demon's chest, but something stopped me.
"Stop!" Someone's voice, female, cried. "You can't do this."
I whirled towards it, the seraph blade dropping to the ground.
The redhead from in the club was watching us with fearful eyes, and I just stared at her. I didn't know exactly what to do.
"What is this?" Alec asked, the first one to recover.
Jace was the next to recover. "It's a girl," He said coolly, "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one. Nikki is one." He raked the girl up and down, and I felt my heart sink. She wasn't pretty, she wasn't pretty…
"A mundie girl," Jace murmured, "And she can see us."
"Of course I can see you," The redhead fired back. "I'm not blind, you know."
I snorted. "You have no idea, mundane."
The girl looked at me, and I just raised an eyebrow. "Why are you calling me that?" She demanded, and I shrugged.
"Felt like it. And if you felt like seeing daylight again," I grabbed my blade from the floor, "You would probably leave. Now."
"I'm not going anywhere," The girl pointed to the demon to prove her point. "If I do, you'll kill him."
"Most likely, yes," I admitted, "And you would care…"
"Be-because-," The girl stammered, "You can't just go around killing people."
"You're right. You can't go around killing people." Jace pointed to the blue-haired boy, "That's not a person, little girl. It may look like a person and talk like a person and maybe even bleed like a person. But it's a monster."
"Jace," Isabelle hissed, "That's enough."
"You're crazy," The girl was slowly edging towards the door, "I've called the police, you know. They'll be here any second."
"She's lying," Alec pointed out, "Jace, do you-"
But Alec was cut off, because the demon cried out, and I was knocked to the ground, rolling, feeling a sharp pain as it dug its claws into my side.
And it was gone. Jace shoved a seraph blade through it, the tip grazing my shirt from below the demon, and he tossed the thing to the side with a burning look.
Jace pulled me up carefully, his eyes concerned.
I glanced over his shoulder to see Isabelle glaring at the girl with a passion, her whip wrapped around the girl's wrist tightly. "Stupid mundie girl," She spat, "You could have gotten Nikki killed."
"Isabelle," I called, "Enough."
With Jace's arm still supporting some of my weight, a healing rune he had drawn on my arm already going into effect, we made our way over to the girl, who was looking at the wound in my side with worry.
"What do we do with her Jace?" I asked quietly, hoping not to concern her.
He thought over this, eyeing the girl carefully. "We let her go."
"Maybe we should bring her back with us," Alec suggested. "I bet Hodge would like to talk to her."
"No," Isabelle and I chorused, though for different reasons. Isabelle, I knew, didn't want mundies, and I just didn't want her to be scared.
"Clary?" A new voice interrupted, and we all looked up to see a scrawny boy with brown hair and glasses, bodyguards behind him. "Why are you in here by yourself? What happened to the guys-you know, the ones with the knives?"
I rolled my eyes at him, and Jace shook with silent laughter.
"I thought they went in here," The girl, Clary, explained. "But I guess they didn't. I'm sorry."
Isabelle and I giggled simultaneously.
After they were gone, I turned to Jace, wearily. "How come I have the feeling we haven't seen the last of her?"
"Because," He sighed, "I don't think she's a mundane, after all."
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