Hi! I edited the very first chapter, check it out again!
I'm pretty confident that by next chapter I'll have about a hundred votes. So as thanks to you wonderful readers and voters, I'll have a special chapter whenever I reach that milestone. And another special one after that. THE BOTTOM A/N IS SUPER DUPER IMPORTANT. READ AFTER.
Disclaimer: Wished I owned the Mortal Instruments, but whatever. I'll have to make do with owning this fanfiction.
Isla: You hardly own that. The Choice Awards is Carrot-Bunny's idea.
Me: Shut up.
The spacious auditorium is packed with for once, more Downworlders than Shadowhunters.
"You will never guess which Downworlder won." Simon ran over to Isabelle, who was curling Clary's hair with a curling wand. The space around them stank of vanilla perfume and hairspray.
"Who?"
"Uh uh, you have to guess." Simon smirked.
"No way! The readers are reading! Whisper it to me." Isabelle pointed to her ear.
"Me too!" Clary piped up.
"Me three!" Jace uncharacteristically squealed as he ran forward.
"Okay it's-"
"Simon." Isla popped up behind him. "What are you doing?" Her tone was warning, the I-know-exactly-what-you're-doing-don't-even-think- about-continuing tone.
"Um. Nothing." He quickly mouthed it to the three Shadowhunters. Jace looked disappointed, Clary looked indifferent and Isabelle looked ecstatic.
"Yes! Ten bucks. Gimme." She held out a hand to Jace and he dug around in his coat pocket with the expression of a loser who knew he shouldn't have bet on that one.
"Here." As soon as Isabelle got it, she stuffed into her knee high boot and continued curling Clary's hair.
"Simon!" Isla slapped him lightly on the arm. It was a good thing Raziel took away the Mark of Cain, or Isla and her headset would be squashed on the wall behind them like an Isla pancake.
"What?" He asked innocently.
"Oh crap, have to go get DN." Isla quickly started walking away, tightly holding onto her clipboard. "DN! CODE BLOOD!"
The author lifted her nose out her book, Mark of Athena, and yelled suddenly, "HEY YOU! YEAH YOU! NO DRINKING THE GUEST'S BLOOD!"
Simon, Isabelle, Clary and Jace simultaneously looked over and saw DN pulling a vampire off a mortal.
"Izzy! My hair!" Clary's hand fluttered around her hair helplessly. The smell of burning had reached her nose.
"It's not from the curling iron." Isabelle said as she pinned up the curls in a loosely elegant bun.
"Sorry! Just baking some cookies!" A random werewolf called out. "Aw crap! They're burnt to a crisp."
"I like burnt cookies." A warlock flitted over and spoke in a lilting voice. "May I?" The werewolf flinched as he caught sight of the warlock's mark. The extra finger in each hand.
"Um, sure..." The werewolf passed the tray of ruined cookies to the warlock, who tilted the tray and a dozen cookies vanished an inch from the mouth of the Downworlder.
"Ah! Very good, thank you."
Over to the left, a faery was trying to persuade a Shadwohunter that dancing for a few millennium was a good idea, something DN was quick to stop by hitting the faery upside the head.
"What's all this about?" Jace looked around at the increased number of Downworlders. DN was now separating a vampire and werewolf, who had been arguing over who had better teeth.
"You know what the last category was, they're all excited to see who won." Alec walked over, towing a blue attired Magnus, who was tugging along his co-host Tessa.
"Might be us eh?" He elbowed Tessa who giggled.
"I don't know if I qualify as a Warlock." Tessa sounded a little forlorn to Clary's ears.
"I say you do." Magnus nodded firmly. "As High Warlock of Brooklyn I announce you a true Warlock!l
Tessa laughed again, then stopped as she stared at the clock. "Omigosh there's fifteen minutes left!" She hurried away, clutching her Victorian Era skirts, Magnus running after her.
"I thought there was an hour last time I checked!" Isabelle protested as she and the gang found their seats in the front row. She hit Jace as he accidentally sat on the skirt of her silver dress.
"DN had to speed things up. Duh." A passing Isla rolled her eyes. She pointed to the author was separating the last fight. She had various cuts on her arms and a bruise on her neck. Noticing the Shadowhunter's widened eyes, she scoffed. "This is nothing a few Iratzes won't fix."
She walked away to Simon whispering, "but I thought DN wasn't a Shadowhunter?"
"I think she's a wizard." Clary offered.
"Whaaaaat? No! She's Dauntless!" Jace corrected.
"Guys." A random faery popped up behind them. "She's an Elf."
"Nuh uh! She's a magician of the First Nome!"
"You're crazy! DN's a Dragon Rider!" A werewolf piped up.
"Everyone, shut up." Isla rolled her eyes. Then muttered:
"She's actually a demigod."
"Hello! I'm Magnus Bane, and this is my co-host Tessa Grey. Welcome back to the annual TMI and ID Choice Awards!"
Polite applause rang around the theatre.
"Here to announce the category is a carefully picked, impartial Shadowhunter." Magnus and Tessa walked backstage to reveal a purple haired, runed, human. But she couldn't be human, she was so perfect looking.
Her eyelashes were impossibly long. She was very well endowed and her orange dress somehow didn't clash with her hair. Her heels were taller than Isabelle's, her eyes more gold-er than Jace's and her dress looked a lot like Tessa's.
Jace glanced over and saw a confused Isla. He could have sworn she murmured, "that's not who I hired."
Suspicious, he pulled out his Seraph Blade and laid it on his lap. Couldn't take any chances.
"Hello! I'm Rainbow Glitter Cupcake Waterfall! The winner of-"
"AW SHIT!" Isla pulled out a regular dagger and threw it at the bit-girl. Her knife throwing lessons with Four came in handy in moments like this. "MARY SUE! CODE RED!" The dagger struck the bitc-girl SCREW IT THE BITCH, in the forehead. The Mary Sue looked a bit like a demented unicorn.
A group of Shadowhunters in Hazmat gear ran forward and amid the Mary Sue's screaming, tasered her and carried her away.
Silence ensued.
"Um. Hello, I'm Mayrse Lightwood of the New York Institute." The real Shadowhunter walked on stage, her pantsuit was crisply ironed and her eight inch black heels clacked as she stepped forward. The envelope was in plain view and the Downworlders were on the edge of their seats. Whoever won this was the better one in their eyes.
"I'll cut right to the chase, the winner of Favourite Downworlder, is..." She opened the creamy white envelope and pulled out the thick paper.
The auditorium was so quiet, you could hear a stele drop.
"The Children of Lilith with ten votes! Congratulations, and may I have Magnus and Tessa come up!"
Sparks of every colour of the rainbow flew around the air as the warlocks celebrated. Someone changed the chandelier into a fluffy , glowing unicorn. Isla pulled out her wand, 12 inch asian maple, and quickly Transfigured it back. There was many grumbling from the other Downworlders.
As the two warlocks, who by the way were chosen by popular demand, ascended the stairs, Mayrse rattled off how may votes the other Downworlders had.
"All three are tied with two votes! DN would like to thank you for meeting her requirement, even the question on her ask . fm."
"Well." Tessa took the mic. "Magnus and I are here on behalf of all warlocks, not just us. So instead of thanking our family and friends, we speak for all Children of Lilith; thank you voters!"
"And thank you for having me as a reason to vote for warlocks." Magnus put in.
"Okay, here to announce the next category, DivergentNephil, for specific reasons."
No longer covered in cut, she was dressed in an age appropriate lace dress and flats, she greatfully took the mic.
"Um. Hi. I'm the author. The reason I'm up here is because I'm not a Downworlders or Shadowhunter. Because this next category has nothing to do with Downworlders and everything to do with Shadowhunters! This category is..."
Cathy's monotone voice spoke. "Favourite Shadowhunter Family."
"Exactly! And your choices are..."
"The Lightwood Family."
On the screen, flames seemed to lick the edges and burn it down.
"The Lightwood Family."
Flames seemed to lick the edges of the screen.
"The Herondale Family."
Herons flew across a cloudless sky.
"The Fairchild Family."
Wings fluttered, not attached to anything in particular. (Not sure what the symbol is, sorry.)
"The Carstairs family."
A castle loomed over a hill.
"Lastly, the Morgenstern family."
Stars dotted the screen as it went black.
"And you have..." DN thought for a bit. "Fifteen votes again!
CATEGORY:
Favourite Shadowhunter Family
CHOICES:
Lightwood
Herondale
Fairchild
Carstairs
Morgenstern
REQUIREMENT:
15 votes
YOU ARE AT:
12 Votes
Hey! What's up? So this very important A/N is...
A contest! Yup! Next next chapter, the one after the special one hundred review chapter, could be co-hosted, by you. You get the chapter first, beofre anyone else, and you also get to announce the winner and the next category, as well as "talk to the Shadowhunters and Downworlders interview that YOU can write!
How to enter:
PM a physical description of you, can be fake. I need a fancy outfit you'll be wearing and one word to describe you. If I need more info, I will PM the winner.
PM me an interview between you and a maximum amount of five characters from TMI or ID or both. If this helps, you'll be in a separate room being recorded. You can choose what you want the room to look like. Example: couches. White walls. A T.V. screen that you can somehow incorporate into the interview. ( DON'T USE THIS DESCRIPTION )
Must be more than one hundred words and less than one thousand. If you're a bit over, no worries. A bit meaning about fifty words over. Not one hundred. Not two hundred.
It must start with, '"and now a special interview with (insert your pen name) and the characters!" A video began on the screen and someone started passing out popcorn around the auditorium
Go crazy. Maybe you start tweeting about the interview in the middle of the interview. Maybe you get some photos with them. Maybe you get an autograph with them.
Don't go too crazy.
No killing the characters, Isla or me.
No drug use.
Only swear words you can use is: bitch, shit and crap. I know crap isn't a swear word, whatever.
No lemons or limes.
Must have this phrase: playing monopoly.
Yes, I said no lemons. But still use the phrase.
I choose the interview fairly. Whichever one I like better. This isn't biased or anything. I will be impartial.
DEADLINE: August 10
HAVE FUN!