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After Clary and I get the stele, we head back to the library. Clary teaches me some simple runes such as; healing, speed, and strength. After awhile I hear my stomach growl. "Hey clary? I'm kind of hungry."
"Same here. I know a great place to eat. Lets go."
We walk to a restaurant and when i see the menu I almost have a heart-attack. "Raw steak, blood shakes and tofu?!" I exclaim.
"Oh yeah. Sorry Bunnee. This restaurant is for downworlders too."
"downworlders?" i ask
"oh you know Werewolves, Vampires, Warlocks and Faeri-"
I interrupt Clary, "What?!"
Clary begins to explain that the downworlders are bound by accords not to harm a mundane. She also explains that Vampires can't eat. "Is Simon a vampire?" I ask clary.
"Yes." She says with sadness.
Just then the waitress comes and I order a burger and fries. We eat, (the food was delicious)and we leave to head home.
As Clary and I are walking back a zillion questions are bouncing around me head. complicated? how is it complicated?, how long is this walk?, For example. We duck into an ally and Clary looks at something that looks like a cell phone and stops suddenly.
"Get behind me Bunnee. Now." she commands.
"Whats wrong?"
"Demon."
A DEMON? Crap, not good. Clary hands me a silver dagger with a sizable amount of runes. I look at her with a questioning look on my face. "Its for just in case." she verifies.
"Ok"
Then I hear a slithering sound. Clary tenses. Then, a massive Slug-thing comes out of the shadows. Shit, this thing looks like crap and smells like it. I think. My grip on the dagger tightens. Clary runs at the demon and pulls out a blade and as she flies at it, the demon sweeps her into a wall. So hard I can hear a cracking sound as she hits the wall. I shudder. The demon now looks at me. This isn't good. well you already knew that I'm in a bad spot right now before I said it. Back to the fact that I'm most likely going to die. I brace myself for the kill but somewhere in between the demon swinging his claw (I really don't know what else to call the sharp talons protruding from a slimy looking arm thing)and the impact I decide Not like this Bunnee, you've faced down people way bigger than you and you can do it again. I move just in time for the "talons" to miss the vitals but not fast enough to keep the demon from shredding my arm. As the "talons" go through my skin i feel this acid sting sensation traveling up my arm that nearly puts me down on the paved floor of the Ally. I get disoriented but I soon got over it. Still unstable, I jump at the creature and it swipes me to the ground. My head whacks the ground incredibly hard and my ribs are burning so is my upper shoulder and arm where the demon got me. I stand and when the demon turned around to finish Clary off, I jumped and plunged the blade deep in the back of the monster. The demon Thrashed around and catches me again in the chest, I feel the same burning sensation as before and I get dizzy. I fall 10 feet off the demons back, extremely weak and and hit the ground again but I didn't feel the impact. Poison, I think. as I am on the brink of passing out I hear many distorted running footsteps and voices. I turn my head to look at Clary but I can't. Out of my peripheral vision I see Jace and Simon hugging a now conscious Clary. I look up. Theres Isabelle and Alec looking at me. Alec saying "Come on Bunnee. I won't let you die." while drawing a healing rune on my arm. Isabelle is just staring at me with awe. "Jace! Get over here! She's dying. The runes aren't working!" Yells Isabelle. Jace sprints over and picks me up. As I let go I hear clary say, "She killed it and saved my life and she barely knows me."
"What I'm wondering about is how she killed that demon without former training." says Jace.
After those words I slip into sweet oblivion.
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