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Even as he traipsed up the steps to the house, Simon caught the distinct copper-like smell of blood coming from behind the door. He dropped his bag of comics as he fumbled for his key. Inside, Jordan stood with his hands behind his head as he frowned at the thing on the sofa. What was left of it anyway. By instinct, Simon became alert, letting his eyes dart around the ransacked lounge for signs of danger. None. Except that thing on the sofa.

No. Not thing. Figure. Covered in splotches of blood that radiated from two fang marks on it's neck. Vampire bite. And the dullness of the blood, not bright crimson more a coal-maroon said the figure was a vamp himself.

Trying not to focus on that fact, Simon looked over the claw streaked man, the streaks continued on to the sofa, leaving bloody wool and paw prints all over the carpet. The rented carpet.

"Do you know this guy?" Jordan asked calmly and restrained.

"Nope. This is cliché, but I've never seen him before in my life. Human or Vampire one."

"That mojo of yours is getting hard to ignore, apparently."

"What has that got to do with this?!"

He handed Simon a ripped piece of bank statement. As soon as he saw the writing, he knew a woman had written it.

'Found this in the bushes outside, thought it would make a good couch ornament.

XOXO'

There was a paw print smeared on the bottom corner of the page, and Jordan moved from his frozen stance when he saw Simon fingering the print.

"Dude, you really need to control your girlfriends. This is getting a bit insane."

Simon huffed. "Says the werewolf who turned his own girlfriend."

"That's unfair, I couldn't control it!"

"I rest my case." Jordan again looked at the body.

"Let's just get this guy out of the house. He's gonna stink the place out." He paused mid-bend.

"Wait, it's your girlfriend, you clean up the mess. Shouldn't be too hard for the Daylighter, right?"

Simon rolled his eyes. "Go chase a car."

"Ah, come on, that's what you came up with?"

They hid the body in the dumpster outside, and covered it with bags of empty bottles from Simon's refrigerator. They began to clean up the carpet when a few sharp raps sounded on the door. Exchanging a glance with Simon, Jordan cautiously approached it.

Very familiar whips of black hair slid under Jordan's outstretched arm as he opened the door. She paused when her demon- detector thing beeped softly.

"Uh… Simon…"

"Hey, Isabelle, just walk on in. Help yourself to tea and cakes while you're at it."

She reached for her whip that curled around her knee-length leather boot.

"A bit late for that, the perp's already gone. Was either a Night Child or a 'Wolf."

She shook her head. "Night Children and Wolves don't give off so much energy. They don't even register most of the time."

"So it's a lesser demon?" Jordan said, impressing himself with shadowhunter knowledge.

"Probably." She reached for her seraph blade instead, naming it Dumah, and searched through the house like one of those murder series cops. Obviously finding nothing, she returned confusedly to Jordan's smug 'I-told-you-so' face. The glare she gave him sunk the face right back down again.

"Maybe just a random flare or something. "

Then she brightened up as if she had just remembered to wear a black uniform.

"Clary and Jace are coming back in three days! It's been dreadfully boring without them."

"Thanks, I'm touched. Really." Simon said.

"Vampires and their sarcasm. Honestly. That's the last time I'm giving you a bit of good news. Don't even count on getting a Christmas present."

Simon widened his eyes in feigned innocence as Isabelle half smiled and turned back to the front door. Jordan opened it again, and snickered cruelly at Simon. He clearly had the girlfriend thing in his mind. Hearing the snicker, Isabelle punched him on his nose. Not the deathly blows she gave demons, but one that just made him screw up his face as he covered up the blossoming redness on his nose.

"Merry Christmas, Rudolph."