So, here's chapter three! Hope you enjoy! Let me know in a review! Also, sorry it took long to update, I had "final exams" of sorts. So, yeah... Sorry! And I promise I'll try and be more "updatey"! ~SeraphAnaklusmos (who is sorry and loves you!)
Chapter Three
Clary ran and turned into a club called 'Pandemonium' and doubled over catching her breath. She knew she had a glamor on, and she saw a shape-changing demon watching her. She gave it a nice smile and started walking towards a staff room.
Jace watched as a blue-haired boy followed Clary to a small room. He sighed and noticed something glint in Clary's hand. It was a knife. He ran, looking for Isabelle and Alec before remembering that they had stayed home to hang out with Max.
He opened the door slightly, though it appeared the inside of the room was empty. He turned to go when Clary and the blue-haired boy burst into existence. He stared confused.
The blue-haired boy was tied up, and he had a bloody nose and a split lip. His wrists and feet were bound by a golden rope, which kept him tied to the pole.
"Are there any more of you?" Clary asked in a sing-song voice as she twirled the knife in her hand. Jace noticed she had more tattoos than before, which were covered by a golden bracelet snaking up her right arm.
"Any more of what?" The boy snarled. Maybe Jace had walked in on a gang war... Or maybe not.
"You know what. Demons," Clary glared at the boy, her knife glowing like fire.
The boy tried to look innocent. "Demons?! Little girl, are you crazy?"
Clary snarled, and the bracelet on her arm flicked into a whip, which she hit the blue-haired boy with, causing him to shriek. "Don't play dumb, devil spawn. I know what you are. Do you know what I am?"
The "demon" snarled. "Nephilim."
Clary smiled, much like Lucifer would have moments before being cast out of Heaven. "Correct." She raised the knife but Jace ran in, startling both girl and thing.
"Stop! You can't just go around killing people!" He shouted.
"You're right, but this isn't a person. It's a demon. One of Hell's residents. They are killers, and need to be put down."
Jace shook his head. "You're crazy."
Clary grinned. "Well, maybe a little, but no, I'm not right now."
Jace rolled his eyes and gasped when she drove the blade into the boy's stomach. Carry laughed and pointed as the body disappeared.
"What. The. Hell?!" Jace shouted.
"I told you, it was a demon. Shape-shifter. I'm a Shadowhunter. The Nephilim, like me, hunt demons."
"How'd you get in with those- those glowing knives?!"
Clary giggled. "Just a glamor. Simple really. Didn't even have to wait in line. Odd you can see me though."
"Why?"
"Cause you're a mundane. Or are you?"
Jace rolled his eyes. "What's a mundane?"
"Someone from the human world."
"If I'm not a human than what am I, then?"
Clary sighed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Jace noticed a bruise on her arm. "What happened? Did the demon get you?" He raised his hand, as if to touch her cheek, but thought better of it.
She crossed her arms. "No. No it's nothing, Jace."
She walked away, making Jace even more curious about (if even a bit scared of) Clarissa Morgenstern.
Clary snuck in the back door around midnight, praying to the angel Raziel her family was asleep. She ducked into her room and looked at her phone, tempted to call Simon, but figured he was asleep. Sighing, she put down the phone and fell asleep.
Magnus enjoyed school. School meant almost being normal. School also meant seeing Alec Lightwood. He rummaged through one of his boxes. He was so old he couldn't always remember what he wanted to remember. This time he knew. He pulled out the old picture with the London Shadowhunters. Tessa was standing between Will and Jem, smiling. He saw her often. He wondered if she would come to high school. He looked back at the photograph and smiled at Will, his blue eyes looking black in the black-and-white picture. He looked like Alec, but Jace seemed to have inherited his wit. Jessamine was there too, bored; as was Charlotte, Henry, Sophie, Gideon, Gabriel, and Cecily, all smiling up at him.
He put the photograph down. No point in going to school depressed. He grabbed his glitter and decided to talk to Jonathan Morgenstern about his thoughts on the Accords. He figured this would provide some entertainment.
Was that too short? I hope not. I'll try and make the next one longer... Alright? Alright. Please favorite, follow and REVIEW! I love reading reviews, so yeah... Alright, bye! ~Seraph the Anaklusmos Runes
(Also, have you seen the newest Doctor Who episode? WOW. Ok, bye!) :D
