When I'm Missing You

Chapter 5

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The club was loud and sweaty and exactly what I needed.

Clary and I had been fighting.

Again.

And I needed to get away from my house, from my street, and from her bright, knowing green eyes. Even with our furious words and glaring eyes still fresh in my memory, I couldn't remember what the argument was actually about.

Probably something small, something trivial, that escalated until everything was blown out of proportion and we were just screaming hurt at one another.

I set my drink back on the bench, moving to get up from my seat. I knew I should apologise, I knew we should talk it over, get back to normal, pretend like nothing had happened and be in love again.

But then I saw her and all thoughts flew from my head. She was dressed in a flowing white gown, the kind that women wore in Arthurian legends. Her hair was out and flowing down her back in ebony waves. A red pendent rested at the base of her throat and it seemed to pulse and shudder under the club's lights. Before I knew what I was doing, I was off my seat and moving towards her, as if in a trance.

Something was shimmering around her, like she had been cut out and placed in this world, in this dimension, in this atmosphere and didn't really belong here at all. She turned as I got closer and when her charcoal eyes landed on me, they widened. In shock and recognition.

And then she turned away, gliding through the dancing, sweltering crowds as if they were nothing but air.

I followed her, unable to stop myself, until she came to the storage room. Without a backwards glance, she entered and I followed swiftly behind. It was dark inside –

And completely empty. Where did the girl go? How could she disappear like that?

There was a hiss and a snap and then I was pressed up against the wall, the girl's beautiful face filling my view.

'Who are you?' She hissed, and I felt my knees shake a bit. Her voice was gold and husky, like a jazz singers. I looked down at her, and noticed tattoos swirling across her exposed skin. They stood out against her creamy skin, beautiful and raw, in a way.

I moved my face so that it was barely inches from hers, feeling a smirk begin to twist my mouth at the way she took in her breath suddenly, sharply.

'I could ask you the same question.' I whispered, overcome by her smell and her nearness.

And then I was moving without realising it, so it she who was pressed against the wall, caged between my arms, my body not quite touching hers, but close enough to feel the tension.

And the warmth.

And then I moved my face the rest of the way, pressing my lips against hers. The warmth that shot through me made my knees weak and my heart pound. She returned my kiss after only a moment, her long arms moving to twist around my neck, massaging the skin in a way that made me want to moan. There was no longer any space between us, the only barrier being the material of our clothes, but that was ok.

Because at that moment, all I needed was this strange girl's mouth pressed against mine, her breath on my tongue, her hands around my neck and our bodies pressed against one another.

I pulled away from her, my chest heaving and saw that she was doing the same.

Her red lips parted, her charcoal eyes staring deep into my gold ones until I was sure I was drowning in their dark, secretive depths.

And I didn't think I wanted to be saved.

'Who are you?' She said again, but this time her voice was breathless instead of steely.

'Jace. My name's Jace.' I said it quickly, like if I didn't say it fast enough, I would forget.

'I'm Isabelle.'

Isabelle. Of course, why wouldn't she be called Isabelle?

It was a fitting name, an obvious name.

A beautiful name.

I wasn't sure how long we stood there, still pressed up close against one another but it was long enough for me to remember that I had a girlfriend.

Who I loved.

More than anything.

Right?

I suddenly through myself away from her, from Isabelle, my hand covering my mouth.

She stared at me, her eyes taking on a look of dawning realisation that I was sure was mirroring mine.

'No,' she whispered. 'But you're a mundie. I shouldn't have. But you – you can see me.'

I stared at her. So, the girl I had been obsessing over for months was in fact insane.

Go bloody figure.

'Yes,' I said, unable to help myself. 'I can see you. In fact, I can see you so well that I had my tongue somewhere down your throat barely five minutes ago.'

She fixed me with a glare I hoped I would never see again.

'You shouldn't be able to see me. You're a Mundane. You're blind.'

I stared at the girl, at Isabelle, incredulously. Was she serious? Had I really just cheated on my girlfriend with an insane person?

I am a terrible person.

'Ok, keep telling yourself that, doll.'

Her mouth snapped closed in indignation, anger flaring in her eyes but I was already turning to go, my arm reaching for the doorway when –

A voice so cold it seemed to chill my very soul spoke from the shadows.

'You are mine, Shadowhunter.'

And then a creature exploded from the dark recesses of the room, snarling and spitting.

Straight at Isabelle's frozen form.

NO! A CLIFFY!

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