"You're not coming back to the institute, are you?" Jace sighed, looking over at Mary. She shook her head. "Well where are you going to go?"
"I'm not sure. Sorry, but I refuse to be under the same roof as him." She emphasized, starting to get up. Jace followed suit, and they stood together, a midnight breeze whispering around them. Jace did not look to amused, as he frowned.
"Well you have to go somewhere for the night. You look like a mini hobo, you know." He informed, gesturing at the demon goo stained clothes she was wearing. Mary crossed her arms defensively, glaring at the boy beside her.
"So? No one can see me anyways." She huffed. Jace shrugged.
"Vampires can see you. Werewolves too. Warlocks, Fey,-" He went on, before Mary just waved him off. "They wouldn't mind such a bite sized snack would they now?" he grinned toothily, dismissing Mary's tries at ignoring him.
Mary knew he was trying to lift the tenseness of the situation, so she smiled a little. Jace smirked back, then looked around. "What about a hotel or something?" He suggested, peering down the road. "Theres one around here, run by a Warlock."
The red head shrugged. "I guess its my only option."
"I kinda wish you would stay at the institute…" He sighed under his breath, as they started down the road.
The buildings were wider, and older looking in this part of New York. Shadows seemed to gather a lot more, and the sidewalk was old and cracked under their feet. The moon was visible, but was a thin crescent tonight. It looked like a sliver of admadas.
Mary and Jace came to a pretty, five story building. The brick was white washed, with vines curling up the sides of it, weaving in between bricks and past windows. There was an old sign on the window, reading 'Open' in bold red letters.
Walking in, a bell twinkled merrily. Mary was shocked, the inside looked nothing like the outside. It was quite modern, the walls black and the desk a white, sparkly mineral veined marble. A young looking, latin girl sat behind the desk.
Her hair was a dark orange, her skin pale blemish free. Her eyes were a bright yellow, and dog ears protruded from her wavy hair.
She looked up and grinned, walking over to them. The women looked like a normal teenager, with ripped jeans and a graphic t-shirt on. "Hello! I'm Mellissa, but you can call me Mell!" She said, as merry sounding as the bell. "Let me guess, a room for you two?"
Mary side stepped away from Jace, just noticing she unconsciously had held his hand. Her cheeks turned rosy with embarrassment. Jace looked perfectly fine, as he started to converse with Mell.
"No, just her. We may or may not need the room for awhile." He stated. Mell nodded.
"Ok! You can just pay when she leaves, alright?" Mellissa smiled warmly, going behind the desk and grabbing a key. "Top floor!" She primed, tossing the keys to Mary. She caught them and read the tag, 'Room 332'. Three hundred thirty two? She really underestimated this place. It must be huge.
"Isabelle or me will pick you up in the morning." Jace said, waving at her as he opened the door. Mellissa sighed, chin in her hands as she leaned on the desk.
"You two are so cute with each other!" Mell drew out, looking wistful. Mary turned redder.
"Um...we aren't together…" Mary said sheepishly. Mell shrugged.
"You should be. Anyways, you may want to clean yourself up" She looked at Mary's black splattered clothes and skin, and fading tear in her shoulder.
"Right...see you tomorrow I guess." the red head replied, pressing the button for the sleek, steel elevator.
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As Jace walked back, he struggled with the thoughts rushing through his head. Valentine was alive. Mary was his daughter. He knew right away, that he should tell the Clave. But then what they do with Mary? Of course they wouldn't trust her...she was his daughter. He had children.
Gulping, he shook his head. Shoving his hands in his jean pockets, he sped up his walk, shaking his head.
As soon he entered the Institute, he was literally attacked by Isabelle.
"JACE. Where is she?" Isabelle cried, looking behind him frantically. Jace put a hand on her shoulder.
"She's at a hotel. She refused to stay here with Hodge" He explained in a hushed tone. Isabelle eyed him weird.
"Why, is what I'm wondering! What's wrong with her!" Isabelle complained, her dark brown eyes hard with a glare. Jace massaged his temples.
"She said she'll tell you when she's ready" He answered. "Now just go to bed. Its like one or something" Jaced brushed past her, going up to his room.
"Its only eleven!" Isabelle called, wanting more answers. What was her problem with Hodge? Why did she stay away? Where was she staying anyways?
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Short. Again. Sorry.
Hey, did you like my little OC? Lol she's not very important, but I needed someone to run the hotel.
Not much to say...I've been really bored lately. I have like five bottles of pills, that I have to take through out the day, then this horribly disgusting syrupy medicine. Yeesh...ok enough of my drama.
So cya I guess, and remember to leave a little review my friends :3