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Jacob needed to walk through Central Park in order to get to his destiny. It was the perfect setting for...

"If I had to choose between you and the sun, I'd be a nocturnal son of a bitch"

"Oh come here, you...you Jackass!" Under the lights of the lamp post a young girl slurred. Her monobrow suggestively rose as she grabbed his hairy neck and smashed her alcohol drenched lips against his.

Jacob stared disgusted as he heard sucking and slurping as they exchanged saliva – only to be interrupted by a giant bucket.

Water splattered on top of their heads and a loud thump could be heard. The couple squealed like mice, scuffling their feet on the dirt. The guy in the Hawaiian shirt tripped as they ran away, pants fell around his ankles. He screamed "It's haunted, there's a ghost, mommy!"

Jacob was confused; there was no ghost but when he looked above he found three girls hovering above the lamp post...he couldn't decide which was weirder, flying girls or ghosts?

The girls were smaller than avatars, way smaller and once they locked eyes with Jacob, they stopped their hypnotic chuckles and flew to his side.

"What the..." Jacob stood startled as one fairy started to roam her fingers through his hair.

"My goodness, you guys gotta feel how luscious his hair is. Ooh what products do you use?"

"April...I'm sure he doesn't want to talk about his hair products...but his neck is so smooth, like liquid heat" another girl said as she tickled his neck, he laughed.

But then froze when he felt his leg being pinched "He has no body fat whatsoever, does he ever eat?" the third girl said with her hand still on his leg.

"Why do you look so...I don't know flustered?" Magnus asked when Jacob arrived at his loft.

"I think I got...molested" Jacob said in a tone between surprise and flattery because three cute fairies showed a liking towards him.

"Oh them...they're the troublesome trio, they always touch people they like" Magnus smiled like he had a secret.

"Yeah I know those three, they're always touching my fine self...they should be arrested for the things they've done to me" a blonde boy said as he lounged casually on the leather couch.

Jacob could tell this could only be one guy, the golden boy starring in Clary's sketch book.

"Ahh you must be Jason...pretty vamp boy" Jacob nodded his head while Jace stared at him like he was a three-headed dog.

Magnus placed himself between the two teenagers and said "Anyways we're wasting minutes here, get inside!" he forcefully shoved Jacob into his bedroom, ready for the makeover to commence.

Jacob stood in awe as he scanned the bedroom for the first time, he had never been inside a room with more colour than a packet of skittles.

"Yeah I need sunglasses" as he commented on the brightness

"Shut up, you act like you've never walked into a gay man's room before" Magnus insisted he just sit still on the chair, "Jacob stop squirming or I'll tie you down and leave you in here" he said with a smirk "Oh the things I could do with you...hehehe"

Jacob froze as soon as he saw Magnus' devilish expression "Ok ok ok...just measure me I'll be good" he puts up his hands in surrender.

So while Magnus measured his body up and down with a tape measure he prepared the materials to design his outfit for the party.

"Why is Jason here anyways? I thought he'd getting ready and kissing the mirror before he showed up for this party"

"Oh don't worry about him he's a criminal because he escaped from jail so guess who has to take care of him now"

"So like house arrest? I did that once cause when I was 14 my friends dared me to ride a motorbike but since I was still inexperienced I crashed into this old woman's house that cost maybe like $1000 dollars, so my dad's friend made a deal and just kept me inside his house for a night..."He sighed to himself, "Bella hadn't arrived yet"

"Yeah except he's under house arrest because he punched a werewolf in Hunter's Moon"

Jacob's eyes widened, "And he didn't break his hand? Unless it's healed already"

"Ok I need you to stop talking while I apply your eyeliner"

Jace stopped filing his nails when he heard the doorbell ring, he sighed looks like the party is about to start. First guests were a bunch of squealing elves and once more guests arrived, the lounge room suddenly transformed into a techno coloured disco, it was then, when Alec and Isabelle made their appearance.

"Oh you two are here at last, Alec by the way your boyfriend is in his room messing around with a tanned giant, its already been an hour, who knows what they are doing in there?"

Alec stared at Jace like a statue in disbelief then suddenly he snapped and stormed into Magnus' room.

He flung the door opened and with a murderous glare he found Magnus leaning over Jacob with his fingers in his hair "What is going on here?!"

Both are surprised at his sudden entrance, Magnus strung up from his position and Jacob was gobsmacked "Tu...tu...turtleneck boy? Nice to see you again"

Magnus smiled at Alec "Oh darling you're finally here...So what do think of my masterpiece?" and he spun the chair Jacob was sitting on to face Alec.

"It's alright I guess" Alec shrugged, fighting back the envious feeling of Magnus dressing up Jacob and chose to ignore the fact he had just called Jacob his personal masterpiece.

"Well I think that's my cue to go, I hope to see you two later on the dance floor" And Jacob did his signature thumb gesture.

Isabelle was surrounded by a sea of people but she only had her eyes stuck on Meliorn and the more she stared at his purple hair the more ridiculous he looked. She furiously twirled the olive in her drink as she hoped he would just go home and cry already.

She could feel the vibration from the music as she heard the lyrics Kidnap my heart, take me with you, kidnap my heart….play in the background. Then her eyes widened when she saw Meliorn jump like a ballerina. A smiled curved across her cheeks when she realised he jumped because this handsome stranger just spilt orange substance all over his white tuxedo.

Isabelle refrained from clapping her hands and took the courage to strut to the stranger, all good looking in his leather studded jacket and his combat boots.

"Oh man, I am so sorry..." Jacob apologised to the white tuxedo man and waited as he expected him to throw a punch. But he only shrugged and walked away.

Suddenly a feminine voice emerged out of nowhere "Nice!" it said.

What? Who said that? Jacob wondered as he turned around and the familiar watermelons and vanilla scent hit him like a tidal wave. It was the vulture girl making an encore appearance.

"Whoa! Are you actually talking to me?" he said, though of course looking suave with his best poker face on.

"As if I'm talking to you" She joked, "I want to talk to your Mohawk" she patted his head, it wasn't a typical mohawk with the shaved areas but it was just more volumised and heavily gelled. He looked like a rock star with his studded leather jacket "And also, thanks for spilling that drink on the purple haired dude, he deserved it"

Jacob was still stunned from the hair touching moment that he forgot what she said, but he managed to remain calm, "don't mention it"

Awkward silence proceeded until Isabelle started to check her inbox and missed calls but unfortunately... "Oh gosh, she hasn't messaged yet! What's taking her so long?"

"Who?"

"My friend, Clary. She is small and doll like and she promised she was going to be here –"

Jacob interrupted her, "Hey I know Clary!" Then a ding popped in his head, "Oh damn it, I have to pick her up!"

"Why do you have to pick her up?" Isabelle narrowed her eyes in suspicion, How would Clary even know tall stylish boys in the first place. Then as she looked Jacob up and down she couldn't help but wonder whether or not if he was the 'sxc guy' Clary was going to set her up with.

He started to pat his pockets frantically, assuming he had a mobile phone inside. He groaned thinking Great, Jacob what a genius you are..no mobile phone to contact Clary! He looked at Isabelle for inspiration as he prepared to work his manipulation skills "Yeah I have no idea how I'm going to contact her since I have no phone, no life, no nothing" He dramatically sighed and glanced at Isabelle with puppy dog eyes.

She raised an eyebrow at his strange monologue "Well I guess I could just call her and tell her to come here" she said simply.

"NO! No you can't do that! She won't just come here like that knowing that Jason is here - we need a neutral place and then from there, we will lure her to come here" Thinking about the fairies he suggested "Oh I know where. Tell her to go to Central Park"

Isabelle catching on to his devious plan "Yes let's do that….it'll be fun" She quickly dialled Clary's number, making up the cover story in her head

"Hello?" Clary picked up on the third ring, her voice hinted caution because any call from Isabelle was usually dangerous.

"Clary I'm at Central Park and I found this naked guy…he knows you! He keeps yelling 'Clary Clary Clary!' He's getting hysterical, you better come here now, I think he's bleeding."

Jacob watched her with a gobsmacked expression and mouthed, "...Naked?" Isabelle waved her hand to make him quiet and listened intensely to Clary's distant voice.

"Oh my god, Your talking about…" The rest was lost to the loud techno music in the background. Isabelle sighed and just concluded, "Yeah I don't know what you just said, but just come to Central Park as soon as possible!"

She shouted into the earpiece and closed her flip phone and turned to Jacob, "Well that was easy" Feeling like time was against him, Jacob ran to the bedroom and picked up his clothes, his original outfit that he came in.

Isabelle was leaning against the bedroom door as she wondered what this giant would need extra clothes for until it dawned to her, "Wait you're not really going naked are you? You do realise that was just a lie to get Clary to rush there"

"Don't worry, I've got a plan" he smirked deviously.

Jace stopped them in their tracks with two sleazy girls clinging on to him "Where are you guys going? The party just started"

"Oh we're just going to Central Park, no need to worry" he shoved past Jace while dragging Isabelle by her hand.

Jace remembering Jacob and his fairy encounter, assumed that we was going back for more. "Ok have fun with the fairies"

"Now this is what I call fate" Isabelle said as she circled two motorbikes parked outside Magnus' loft.

"Oh man, it's beautiful…can we touch it? I have never such seen a model - " He stopped midway when he suddenly saw Isabelle climb on one of the bikes, "Whoa what are you doing?" And for a split second he was mesmerised by her black hair waving against the midnight sky, She looked smoking hot on the bike. Whoa man get a hold of yourself, this is a vulture…a freaking vampire, you dimwit.

"Come on. It doesn't matter who this belongs to, just get on behind me" Isabelle smirked as she patted on the empty back seat.

Jacob scoffed, "I can just ride on this one. Trust me, I know how to ride bikes"

"No trust me, I really don't think you have a clue what your saying!"

Stubbornly, with his tight leather jeans he swung his legs over the bike next to her and proceeded to find the right levers, and even when Isabelle insisted that he just share the bike with her he just pressed the accelerator and literally flew off.

Up and up in the indigo sky, Jacob found himself in utter bewilderment "'Wooooooooo" Wait why is this thing flying?!

"Oh gosh this guy" Isabelle looked up to find him zoom off, she didn't know his name but felt obliged to follow him. When her bike was next to his, she could hear him singing a chant

"I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky…all I wanted was a chicken wing, so I shot him in the ding - "

Isabelle concluded he was crazy but she couldn't help but laugh.

"Follow me ok!" Isabelle shouted loudly as it get loud in high altitude, she tilted her bike to the left and arrived gracefully on the grass of Central Park. And as for Jacob, he had toppled over a couple of trees, knocked over a couple of tin bins and crashed into a throned bush. Isabelle ran towards him, and found him outstretched on the grass with a playful grin on his face.

"Oh my - You're bleeding!"

"My blood must be turning you on?" he deliriously slurred as he wiggled his eyebrows, scarlet blood started to run from the crown of his head and onto his cheeks. Isabelle immediately whipped out her steele from her thigh sheath

"What the f- is that - really a glow stick? How is that going to help? Get that away from me" He covered his face with his arms as if he could protect himself. Before he could blink, she had him pinned down the moist grass. His bloodied alarmed face transformed into surprise that a beautiful girl was sitting on his torn singlet. If it wasn't for her determined glaze in her eyes, he would have thought she was trying to seduce him.

"Hold still. Its like you have never seen a shadowhunter before" She leaned forward trying to position the steele nearer to his forehead, but the way he stared at her with his innocent brown eyes she was getting distracted. Her fingers gripped around her steele started to tremble. Just heal him already Isabelle, just because he looks so sexy in sweat and blood...Gosh Im a masochist

Jacob started to stutter, first he thought he had a vampire on top of him and then she turns around and says she is a shadowhunter "But but but, you're meant to be a vulture"

Isabelle furrowed her eyebrows in confusion not only at his made up vocabulary but the fact his skin started to envelope by itself, and she didn't even manage to heal it with her steele yet.

"Did you know you just healed by yourself!" She quickly recovered herself.

"Oh yeah I'm a werewolf, I heal fast, I'm really strong and I'm always hot" he smiled sexily and for a split second he wondered why he wasn't bound to Sam's order.

"Werewolf huh?" Isabelle repeated again. Before Jacob could respond, a voice broke the tension.

"Ok I think I found them" Clary exhaled, looking like she had just ran a marathon with her messy hair flying all over her face. Luke randomly emerged behind her, with an identical stunned expression. Isabelle swivelled her upper body and locked eyes with Clary.

"Yep thats definitely them" Clary repeated, her voice was monotone stunned from shock at the image before her. Luke tensed up when he saw Isabelle on top of Jacob, he felt like he just walked in two teenagers doing the deed. And just like a chaperoned parent, he quickly shielded Clary's eyes.

AN:

please note, the fairies in this chapter may seem random, but trust us they have a purpose in the upcoming chapters. Clap your hands if you believe in fairies, because were telling you the troublesome trio actually exist. ;) You know what to do, R&R, talk to us people hehe :)