A/N: Hey guys. I'm going to try to update as much as possible before school starts to get this story off to a good start, so the chapters are only going to be from 1,000 words to 1,600 words. This one is exactly 1,003 excluding the authors note. The authors not will not be included in the word count from now on.
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"So Clary . . ." I asked quietly as her, Izzy, and I made our way down the streets of New York. "When do you guys go demon hunting?"
I could almost hear the cheshire cat smile that spread across Izzy's face as I said this. I had figured out by now that, even as a middle aged woman, Izzy was as spunky as a teen. Clary had told me sometime during the night that her room was still covered with pink and glitter in attempt to make me laugh.
I only laughed when she said her best friend, Simon, didn't really have a problem with the face he constantly had a pink room. He was most certainly the most whipped guy I had ever heard about.
Heck, I wouldn't even sleep in a pink room. Even if the angel had ordered it.
Although I was pretty sure Raziel would hate pink, also . . .
Izzy waved a hand in front of my face and I quickly broke from my thoughts. She suddenly reminded me lots of Hilda the blonde bimbo, with her manicured nails waving in front of my eyes.
"We're in New York City. If you stop in the middle of the sidewalk like that, you might as well be looking to get yourself trampled or mugged," she said, smirking at me and crossing her arms.
"I might enjoy that. It'd be more action than I've gotten the last few months," I replied, mirroring her stance.
She smiled as she started to walk towards a store with a sign labeled 'Sarai's Sweet Lies'. She turned, just for a minute, to smile and reply, "We go hunting tonight. I'm sure you'll want to come . . ."
I grinned at Clary. I hadn't been hunting in weeks- months even. It was starting to make hungry for the adrenaline boosts and thrill it gave me every time I killed a tough demon . . .
But I could wait, as long as it was only until tonight.
After the news, I cheerily followed Isabelle into the store.
When we'd gotten back from shopping, I plopped down on my bed immediately. Who knew bags could be so heavy?
I apparently didn't, because I had bought tons of new stuff on Clary's command.
After hours of my arms aching like crazy, I had finally regretted that.
I was pretty sure the saying "shop until you drop," was partially based off a real shopaholic. That could have been a memoir, hell I could have written a memoir about shopping from all the wisdom and internal injuries I had gotten. I could imagine it now, 'Confessions of a Dead Shopper' or more likely 'Confessions of a Hospitalized Shopper.'
Maybe that'd warn the girls who bought loads of clothes all the time that the side affects were varying, some cases including fatality.
I snorted at the thought of some fashionable girl dropping dead after hours of shopping.
Someone really should have given me a comedy show.
I laid in silence until the rumbling of my stomach reverberated through the room. I slowly got up, shuffling into the hallway.
"Which way was the kitchen again?" I mumbled to myself, confused by all the hallways leading off of my room. After contemplating whether to go left or right, I decided to take a left into the next hall.
I sighed in relief when I found the kitchen to be at the end of the hallway I had chosen.
I padded down the hallway until I got into the kitchen. As the lights turned on in the room I jumped back, instantly getting into a stance that I often used for battle.
I slowly straightened from my position, before realizing they had motion sensors.
"Young shadowhunter has heart attack from lights turning on unexpectedly," I mumbled. "Nice one, Lana."
I didn't hesitate to grab an apple from the inside of the fridge before something else scared the shite out of me. When Clary told me the kitchen was open all the time, why didn't she tell me about their freaky motion sensing lights?
She probably wanted to see my reaction. . .
So hilarious.
After a long conversation with myself, I took a big bite out of the apple. I sighed in relief as the juices hit my tastebud. I hadn't had anything this good in ages.
The interrogation center had crappy food, a certain someone ruined my bacon, and the fruit at the orphanage was mostly too ripe or rotten.
But this apple was absolutely perfect.
And by perfect, I mean the second I went to take another bite, I heard someone say something to me. I sighed and set the apple on the counter.
Herondales. Ruining meals since the 1800's.
"Jace," I said, plastering a small smile on my face. "What'd you want?"
"We're going hunting. Clary made me come get you."
"Made you?" I asked incredulously. "You couldn't just come willingly?"
"I don't particularly like immature seventeen year old girls, so no. I couldn't," he answered, his eyes narrowing at me. Why the hell were the guys in this family so pessimistic?
"Like father like son," I spit out, glaring at him.
He narrowed his eyes at me. I shrunk back a little bit, realizing my actions were in vain. This was the Jace Herondale. The one who'd survived wars with Clary and been dubbed the best Shadowhunter in his age.
"That was uncalled for. I'm sorry."
He looked at me stubbornly. "I don't apologize."
His stone gaze was set on me and I resisted the urge to once again make a quip at him, but instead I shot a glance at him. Then, walked away as fast as my legs could carry me.
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