Nights passed and Jace was finally able to leave the infirmary and go back to his daily demon hunting regime, even though the Greater Demon that had been the cause of his condition had injected him with poison. The poison wasn't too much trouble, having a Warlock around did help sometimes. Magnus had healed him, much to Jace's own disdain of stating that a Shadowhunter of his 'awesomeness' would be able to heal without magic, just an iratze. But when the Warlock was leaving he bumped into the legend, Phantom… Alec had mentioned that they had a newcomer crashing in the Institute but he didn't say that it was the last Soul Weaver, the one who saved his own life no less. Both caught up, well, caught up as much as they could with people hanging around trying to hear what they were saying even though the conversation was private. Clary had asked how they knew each other because Phantom didn't look much older than 18 or 19, apparently when Valentine slaughtered his kind and his mate a connection was disrupted causing the Soul Weaver to become immortal, much to his own liking. A conversation was held extremely well with the young redhead and the emotionless Weaver until she mentioned wanting to celebrate Jace's 'Back-In-Game' mode with a hunt in the Pandemonium. The groan that resounded throughout the halls of the Institute told everyone just what he thought about that idea.
Though Phantom refused to go he was going to make sure that Magnus would contact someone to go in his stead. Just knowing he existed was trouble and he could not, would not, let any harm come to someone as pure of heart as the redhead. Sebastian refused to go stating that just because he was connected to Jace didn't mean he would have to babysit him while they were demon hunting. Also he wanted to make sure Phantom wouldn't destroy the place with a Loom.
Clary's feet made slight noise as she walked away from her brother's room, having his answer about the Pandemonium made her feel slightly better. She honestly wasn't sure if he'd end up trying to get revenge against Phantom for losing that fight a few days ago. She jutted her thumb out to press the button on the elevator to call it up but stopped when an argument hit her ears. So she was curious, who could blame her when you have a Warlock and a living legend practically living under the same roof as you. She tried to fight it but her damn curiosity won over and she made her way towards the argument, only stopping when she felt the need to curse the fact that she wasn't as silent as Jace was. Just as she went to round the final corner to see who was arguing a sphere of light exploded against the wall just near her head. Phantom and Magnus, she should have guessed they'd be fighting about something, the tension in their earlier conversations was nearly thick enough to cut with a knife but now they were arguing over a… girl?
"Magnus, don't start this."
The Warlock cocked an eyebrow at how stubborn this Weaver was. "You're the one who suggested it in the first place. If you know she can help then why deny it now?"
"Because…"
"Could you at least try to do better than that?"
The Weaver grunted and threw his hands up in defeat. "Because I just realized that she'd probably kill them all to save herself. Kailon's a murdering machine."
"I know, everyone who has ever met her knows, but, she also has the most intelligence on the current demonic activities."
"You know why."
Magnus sighed and rubbed his temples, glitter falling to the ground where he had rubbed it off. "Just, let me send it."
"No."
"Chicken," Phantom could tell by Magnus's current actions that he was one second away from doing the chicken dance.
"Argh, just send for her you obnoxious disco-ball."
Magnus's face lit up at the insult. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," He placed a hand over his heart and sauntered off.
Clary held in a giggle, Phantom's insult did describe Magnus pretty well. But as much as she 'loved' just standing around and eavesdropping, she had to get back to the elevator. Making the mistake of crossing Isabelle's room in the process of trying to leave the Institute to go see Simon, said raven haired Shadowhunter pulled the younger in quickly and shut the door behind them. Izzy's hand was clasped tightly over Clary's mouth to stop the scream of surprise from echoing out the closed door and down the hall to where Phantom was. It took a minute or so for the redhead to calm herself before she was able to form coherent words but Izzy took her hand away after a tongue flicked across her palm.
As she wiped her hand along the side of her pants Isabelle took in Clary's current clothing. "Really Clary? You're going to wear that to a hunt? Jace and Alec are probably going to use us as the bait," The younger of the two was wearing a plain v-neck and jeans, not caring to cover the few marks she had.
"Yeah I'm wearing this and don't think about getting me to change because I won't… wait, Jace wouldn't use me as bait though, would… he?" Isabelle shrugged at the question and let Clary continue. "Really, Iz', you could stab a demon in the eye with your stilettos if you wanted to. So why get me to dress up too when you could have all the fun?"
"I didn't think of that," Her words were quick as she pushed the younger Shadowhunter out the door.
Clary saw her shoulder get bumped more than felt it as a very pissed off Soul Weaver moved past, only turning back when he realized who he had bumped into. "Sorry about that and by the way Magnus," The Warlock's name came out with enough venom to make her flinch. "Sent a message to a friend of mine, she'll meet you at the Pandemonium… just don't jump to conclusions just because she registers as-" He cut himself off and shook his head before heading off to wherever he was going before.
Isabelle's door opened and she stepped out, almost bumping into Clary who was still trying to process Phantom's words. The raven haired woman was now dressed like, well, the Isabelle which was about to go out and hunt demons until the sun came up. And she looked good, Clary had to admit that, though as she thought it through Isabelle always had the ability to look good in anything. She'd probably look good in a potato sack. Both Shadowhunters watched as the Soul Weaver rounded a corner before making a path for the elevator, this time without a distraction except when the doors slide open. Jace was standing there with his smug grin and the redhead couldn't help the smile that plastered itself to her face as she flung herself at him. To her, it had been way too long since she had held him in her arms. Apparently, he felt the same, his returned hug was like a death grip to her
When he finally let her go she smiled even wider and pulled him down for a kiss, Isabelle, who had tried not to watch, coughed hoping to break them apart but much to her disdain… that attempt failed and the sigh that had been lodged in her throat escaped. The elevator doors groaned as they opened on the bottom floor, Alec and Magnus were standing there waiting for the three of them. The warlock's eyes snapped to Jace and Clary, who, to their credit, still hadn't broken from their passionate kiss.
.o.O.o.
Jace's eyes had locked onto the woman at the bar the instant they had entered Pandemonium, there was an air about her that made him weary, the words he spoke to Clary mainly told her to not get offended if he had to resort to flirting with this woman. He strode over to her, dodging the crowd and managed to take the seat opposite her.
"Hi."
She glanced at him sideways and took another sip of the beer that was in front of her, from a far he couldn't see the triple scar that adorned her right eye or the tattoos that covered her body. "Hi."
"So, what's a beautiful young girl like you doing here?"
A knife impacted the table just before Jace's hand. "Don't try it Shadowhunter."
"How did you-"
"Know?" She turned her head to him and held out her glove covered hand, Jace took it without thinking. "Kailon Ludyci, expert Demon Tracker and hunter of the unknown."
"Sounds like you have a lot on your plate."
Kailon smirked and turned back to her beer, picking it up and swirling what was left of the liquid inside the bottle. "I also play a mean game of Scrabble. Phantom and Magnus sent me to keep an eye out."
"Really?"
The Demon Tracker turned her head to the group who was still watching Jace before she glanced back at him. "I have no idea why you and your group are here tonight of all nights but a little teensy weensy piece of advice… get out of here."
"Why should we do that, we're Shadowhunters, we know how to take down a demon."
Kailon's purple eyes flashed as she put a hand to her waist and brought it back with a stele in between her thumb and forefinger. "So many questions but I can give you this information. I'd advise you to never speak of this info again but a rip in the dimension walls is allowing unknown demons to spill through the void and into our world. I've spent that last month of my last searching for the rip and it brought me to New York, the epicenter of every major disaster in the past six months. There's something going on in this town, its why Phantom came back from his plane of existence."
Jace looked down at his scanner only to notice it had been going wild since he sat down next to the Tracker. "You're a demon," His hand went to his Seraph blade.
She cocked her head to the side slightly, allowing a black bang with a yellow tip to cross her scarred eye. "Yes and no. I do carry demon blood but alike you Shadowhunters I despise them. Their blood only allows me to track them and dispose of them quicker, nothing more. After all being an experiment does have its upsides, wouldn't you agree?"
"What do you mean? Don't tell me you were raised by Valentine only to find out that the love of your life was supposed to be your sibling even though they weren't?"
She shot him an incredulous look. "What in blazes are you talking about? I know who you are Jace, I know that you yourself are an experiment. Just not like me… I'm a combination of werewolf, vampire, Shadowhunter and demon. Imagine putting that on a birthday card," Her brow furrowed for a moment before she spoke again. "'Happy twenty-sixth birthday you demonic, vamp-wolf Shadowhunter. Have a good one and keep the blood up to you.'"
"I get your point about the card," Just as he finished speaking Kailon stood and ran out the back door.
He followed, the rest of the group at his heel only to find a Greater Demon seemingly connected to a female vampire. Kailon groaned. "This means trouble."
Well, I've finally brought this out of Hiatus, hopefully I won't have to go back there anytime soon. Hope you enjoyed that.
