A/N: Just another little thing I wrote...

I do not own the characters, they all belong to the wonderful Cassandra Clare


THE NOTE

It was a beautiful evening. Until the note came. At first he didn't believe it, didn't want to believe it. Camille could have sent it to annoy him; just to be mean. But in the end he'd chosen to go anyway - he had to make sure it was just Camille and her stupid little tricks.

And then he was forced to believe it. Because there Alexander was, standing in the dark with those shining blue eyes; the note had been right.