Chapter 9
They had dropped her off at her house after going to the Institute to pick up her rugged, shredded, bloody dance clothes from the previous day. Eaden had explained on their way to the Institute that the club was going to be full of Downworlders, more then usual due to a huge party Zeus was hosting, and so she had to wear more suitable Downworlder clothes so they wouldn't stand out.
She came home to find a note sitting on her door to her room. Her parents had taken her brother and sister out to dinner to explain more about the Shadowhunter thing and said they were sorry they couldn't make sure she was okay after the attack. Ayne sighed, not with unhappiness, but with relief. She didn't want to talk about what had happened yet… she didn't know how.
Ayne sat on her bed and tried to avoid the thoughts of what had happened that day, of what the Silent Brothers had told her. She instead thought of what she would say to Quinn about the subway, and ditching her yesterday. Luckily she didn't have dance until the Monday because Lanna was hosting a convention on New York and the entire studio besides her and Martin were going.
Ayne looked at the clock, it was 7:30. She had an hour and a half until she had to return to the Institute and go to the club.
She wasn't sure what to wear… Last time she had went to Deity, she was wearing a little neon pink American Apparel dress, and her silver hair had been pulled back into slick apony tail. She didn't remember much from that night, but she did remember being underdressed. She remembered the luxury of the club, and how everyone seemed to be showing off ridiculous amounts of skin. The people on the dance floor had been in the most high end clothes, but everything was see through and rinestoned..
She decided that she would shower first, and try to clean off all the grime and negative energy from the past few days. The hot water was calming and helped unknot her tense muscles. The once huge gash on her side seemed to have healed to a scarring scab, but the pain in her side seemed to have went away some. When she got out, she wrapped herself in a towel, trying to trap the heat inside.
She thought of the Louis Vuitton embroidered fringe dress she had bought on a whim one day because she was in love with it, and she knew she would never find another dress like that ever. It was golden and completely revealing, with a plunging neckline and metal strings hanging all around. You had to wear a slip underneath otherwise her girly parts would be revealed for the world to see, but it seemed to fit what Eaden had told her to wear. It was glamorous, expensive, and revealing.
She went and grabbed it from her closet, and found a pair of studded black heels to go along with it. The slip was shorter then the dress and it looked strange so she grabbed safety pins and gathered the golden fringe higher to match the slip length, which came to her middle thigh. She decided to wear her dance bra that was backless and strapless and just stuck onto her boobs.
Ayne paired it with a big black wooden bangle and a sapphire ring the size of her thumb. She left her hair as natural as possibly, painting her eyes dark, and painted her lips in a dark burgundy colour. It was a risky choice, but she wanted to look as best she could mostly because she would be surrounded by attractive people.
She looked at the clock and it read 9. Perfect, she thought, and went to make sure she looked alright.
She definitely didn't look like herself, that was for sure. She never wore things so over the top, and not ever anything so revealing since she wasn't exactly flat chested…
She decided it was alright, and grabbed her phone and a gold leather purse. She wrote a note saying just what Eaden had told her to say and left. It was strange that she already felt more accustomed to the Insitute and the life she had never known she could be a part of. And she hadn't felt excited about going out for a very long time..
It was 9:15 and Max and Fin had been ready for over an hour. Fin dressed in a burgundy suit jacket a white shirt and black pants, not caring enough to even put on gear. He didn't anticipate a fight that night, though he had every type of knife possible tucked into his jacket. Max was covered in black and didn't bother to put gear on either. After a half hour of waiting for Eaden to finish dressing up, and for Ayne to arrive, Fin stipped of his jacket from the heat. They had applied fresh runes all over their body and Fin wore the marks proudly.
He watched as Eaden flew out of her room, clicking down the hall toward them, asking if what she had on was too much. At one point she had come out of the room in nothing but a corset and panties, and Fin had burst into laughter while Max, who was basically her brother, yelled at her to change. Finally after some more running and yelling, she came out in a glass fringe covered dress with huge thick shoulder pads and a completely open back. The dress only came just below her thighs and showed off almost too much leg. Fin noticed she was wearing her trademark black cogging heels that were a weapon all on their own. He ad to admit she looked pretty bad ass, with her dangerous dress, her black hair, and her rune covered arms and legs.
"The second we walk in there they are going to know we are Nephilim…" Max frowned, looking at Eaden's legs and bare arms. "I mean look at all your runes!"
"So? They look cool. And they will know just by how we walk in what we are. All we need to worry about is Ayne looking like she isn't a future queen." Eaden said.
Fin felt his stomach clench at the thought of Ayne, and what she would look like tonight.. all dolled up. But it wasn't just the sight of her that had him filled with desire, but also that she would be there, with him, near him.
Just then the door bell fo the Church rang.
"Ah! She is here!" Eaden said and started scurrying toward the elevator.
Max and Fin followed, grabbing their jackets to leave though it was still too hot to put them on. They followed Eaden as she entered the elevator and Fin pressed the button to go down.
He was shocked that butterflies were inside his stomach, and he almost felt…nervous.
He didn't even notice that within in seconds he was ripping open the door of the church only to reveal a tall girl in gold. Fin nearly frowned thinking it wasn't Ayne, but then he saw her signature silver hair hanging around her, pin straight, and he realized it was her.
She was wearing a thin-strapped golden dress that fell in metal-like golden fringe layers around her thin frame. It was a tiny dress that showed her thin perfect legs, and the rounded shape of her hips. The neckline plunged past her sternum to reveal her full chest and her long collarbones. Her lips were dark red, almost purple, and her eyes were shadowed around with matching colors. She was completely mismatched with her silver hair her golden dress and her near black make up, and yet she looked stunning. More then stunning, she looked unreal.
"Ayne?" Eaden gasped, clearly the only one that could find her voice.
Fin looked at Max and saw his eyes glowing at her with admiration. Though he felt anger rush through him, he couldn't help but understand. She was like nothing else Fin had ever seen. He had seen many girls dressed and undressed and none of them matched Ayne's level of beauty.
"Yeah? Do I look bad or something?" She asked, only looking at Eaden. She seemed to be avoiding Fin's gaze.
He had known she was beautiful, even today in casual clothes she looked wonderful. And I sleep, after the demon attack she was so pretty. But now? There was not a good enough word to describe this girl's beauty.
"No." Max managed to choke out. "No, you look…"
Ah, he seemed to be at a lack of words like Fin.
"Wow, is that a Louis?' Eaden asked, ignoring Max's stumbling. Ayne nodded happily.
"It was worth it." Ayne said, seeming to notice Eaden's gaping, probably thinking of the price of such a dress. It was really barely a dress though… it was more strings then anything.
Max nodded in agreement. A moment ago Fin had been understanding of Max's ogling, but not it was pissing him off. "Max, its not much of a turn on for a girl if you are drooling with your mouth open like a fish." Fin said rudely, crossed his arms and glaring at his cousin.
Max flushed and looked away, trying not to look embarrassed. There was a tense moment before Eaden spoke, "So we should probably go…"
Max nodded and walked down the stairs, "I will get a cab."
Eaden looked at Ayne one more time and shook her head before following Max. Which left Fin, not really looking at her, and Ayne blushing from the attention.
"I never noticed all the scars. Not as much as I do now. They seem more prominent against all the runes," Ayne said generously trying to make conversation. Fin felt a ripple run up his back at the sound of her voice. It was so soft.
Fin smiled slightly, "They aren't really scars, they are more like badges in honour of our battles. Nephilim wear them with pride rather then shame."
"So I see. Eaden looks like all she wants to do is show them all off." Ayne laughed as she looked at Eaden who was waving down a cab.
"You look…wonderful, you know." Fin said softly, smiling down at her. He couldn't help himself from reaching out at touching her hand, electricity thrumming through his fingers.
"Thank you." She whispered, almost like she couldn't find her voice.
"I've never seen anyone like you." Fin said, intently looking into her lavender eyes. He could tell she was about to say something but Eaden shouted at them and she jumped away, snatching her hand back.
Fin felt a slight pinch in his heart as he watched her run down the stairs and hop into the cab. Fin followed after a moment and was silent the rest of the way to the club.
When they arrived it was booming with life. There was a line as long as 500 people curling around the edge of the huge stone building. The Deity Nightclub was an ancient vintage building, with grey stone and a copper roof and ornate stain glass windows. It was a collosal 4-story building, and was perfect for a club. Fin looked around at the crowd of party-goers and noticed instantly what Eaden had meant about it being a very fancy and sexy club. Everyone was dressed similar to Eaden and Ayne, in sparkling little dresses and dark suits. Many men were in brightly colored leather pants and thin feminine shirts. He also noticed within seconds that a majority of the people standing around outside were Downworlders, many of them faeries.
"Eaden are we seriously supposed to wait in this line?" Fin asked, nearly complaining.
"Don't be stupid, I know one of the bouncers." She smiled mischievously.
They followed Eaden as she led the way toward the very front of the line where huge men guarded the doors. Eaden smiled and wiggled her thin white hand at a huge man with brown skin and hair. He smirked and cocked his head at her confidently and grabbed the door open.
"Well, well, hello there, Eaden. I didn't think I would see you here again after that last time." The man said and winked at her knowingly. Fin didn't like the way this huge man stared at his cousin. He looked her up and down, like a horse he wanted to buy. It was disgusting.
Eaden simply laughed, "Ah yes, well, Greygoose is my weakness. Anyways Sadeus, these beautiful people are with me. That won't be a problem will it?"
Sadeus looked around our small group and his dark eyes fell on Ayne's almost glowing figure and his eyes lit with desire. "You know better then anyone, my dear, that I don't like Shadowhunters in Zeus's club, but for you, and this beautiful belle here, I will make an exception." He said, his eyes not leaving Ayne's body.
Fin's shoulders tensed at the man's words and he refrained himself from stepping in front of his view and punching him square in the nose. He tried to focus on the task at hand instead, which he realized would be a very difficult job for once.
Instead he just channeled his anger into his eyes and glared at the man.
"Fin?" a soft voice called him out of his trance of rage, and he saw Ayne standing in the doorway, confidently for once, like she knew what she was doing. "Come on in, we already lost Eaden."
Fin rolled his eyes, and followed her through, forgetting the man completely as he walked toward Ayne.
He had never really been in a club, just the old Pandemonium that was closed a year ago for a 'murder' that had happened one crazy night. The Pandemonium had been small, but fun and nice. A lot of strange people went to it, young and old, and sometimes it was uncomfortable with the age gaps in the big room. He had expected something like the Pandmeonium, but this, the Deity was nothing like it.
The first thing he noticed was the hoards of people in the room, sitting in the lounges, standing at the fancy circular bars and had ice sculptures and lights flashing against them. People were everywhere, holding glasses, swaying to the hypnotizing music. He saw the Downworlders instantly, the faeries dance with the mundanes, grinding up against each other. Fin shuddered at the thought of being on that dance floor.
He felt his body tense in anticipation for anything as he followed Ayne further into the room. He saw as women and kinkily dressed girls stared at him as he walked by…in other occasions he would have laughed, taking amusement form the girls thinking they could have him, but now he only ignored them. The only attention he wanted was Ayne's.
Just then, he felt a mouth come to his ear to hear, "I think I see Eaden over at the bar!' being shouted by Ayne. He looked around at the bars and saw Eaden instantly, holding a huge class of pink liquid. She turned and saw Fin then, and pointed to Max who was standing beside her, unimpressed.
"Sorry, I just wanted a drink!" She yelled over the music, holding up the pink glass proudly as she ran towards them.
Fin just looked to Max, who was watching Ayne subtly. "Alright, so what now?"
Eaden frowned, "Well…"
"What?" Fin snapped, crossing his arms around himself.
"Apparently I have to ask to meet with him, but apparently he isn't seeing anyone tonight. I know someone that can probably get us in though.." Eaden said and looked around the club as if she were searching for that person.
"Who is it?" Fin asked, still snappy.
"Her name is Rena. She is a faerie and entertains in the club. If she is working tonight, she can easily talk to my friend who is the guard for Zeus and convince him to let us see Zeus. But Rena will only talk to me…." Eaden looked worried, like she doubted she could persuade this faerie.
"Alright, and what do you suggest the three of us do in the meantime huh? Enjoy the splendor?" Fin asked sarcastically.
"No, well, I mean, Max has to come with me. I can't go by myself, not considering the circumstances. You and Ayne can until we get in. Stay around this bar, and we will come find you." Eaden said trying to be convincing, there was something in her eyes though that said she wanted him not to argue, not because they had to talk to Zeus by for some other reason Fin couldn't understand.
Fin thought for a moment, wondering if her plan was flawed. He hated missing the action, but they had to protect Ayne, and bringing her to a faerie wasn't exactly the best way to keep her hidden.
"Fine." He said, his voice at normal volume. It was drowned out by the music.
"What!" Eaden shouted, inclining her head to hear better.
"I said fine, now go!" he yelled. "We will be right here!"
Ayne nodded, and leaned toward Eaden to yell into her ear. The music was too loud for him to hear, but he wished he could, for Eaden laughed and looked at Fin knowingly.
"Have fun!" Eaden said, and grabbed Max's hand to enter the huge crowd. Within seconds they were swallowed up and were gone.
Fin looked back at Ayne only to find her staring at him. She didn't look worried, or awkward, she looked comfortable.
"Do you go to clubs often?" Fin shouted.
Ayne laughed, though he couldn't hear the sound, "I do sometimes! My friend Quinn is a fiend. She makes me come with her!"
Fin nodded, she was smiling, cheeks flush with the heat of the room. "I can see you don't though." She said happily, like it was amusing that he never went anywhere for pleasure…only business, only Shadowhunting business.
"No. No I really don't." Fin frowned, looking at her strangely. Why did she find that amusing?"
They stared at each other, and then he saw a flicker of a thought cross her eyes. She looked into the crowd, toward the glowing dance floor Fin hadn't noticed before and she turned back. "Want to dance?"
Fin 's mind whirled. Dance… With her? "I'm really not much of a dancer…."
Ayne laughed, and this time he could here it. It was because the music had changed to a slow and deep beat that nearly put him into a trance. Ayne stepped closer to him, gripping his hand, and smiled, "No, maybe not. But I am."
And he couldn't argue anymore as she led him by his hand into the throng of people. The beat and the lights were booming in tune, the people bouncing and swaying. The room moved in slow motion as did Ayne, but all he could feel was her hand stinging sweetly against his.
The moment they stepped onto the dance floor, the white glowing lights made Ayne shine like a shooting star, almost like a falling angel.
Ayne loved to dance at clubs just because there was so much freedom and so much carelessness put into it. Being in Deity made her itch to dance even worse then usual.
Eaden had told her that they didn't really have to stay at he bar…that they could wonder around. The moment Eaden and Max had walked away she had looked to the dance floor and felt her body tense with desire. When her eyes met with Fin's all her resistance melted away and she couldn't help but tug him towards the dance floor that seemed to have lights the flashed brightly from it.
She heard the song change to a Zeds Dead remix of Eyes on Fire. She grinned to herself, thinking of all the ways she could move.
She stepped onto the dance floor, and the lights surged all around her like lightning, and she turned to see Fin watching in wonder as she pulled him deeper into the crowd. He shuddered when she stopped and slid her hand up his sleeved arm.
The music quieted and the female singers voice almost hypnotized them both. When the beat started again and took both of Fin's hands in hers and started to sway to the music.
"Its not so hard." She said into his ear happily. She felt as he shook his head.
"For you…" Fin laughed, "I feel like a fool."
Ayne looked up at him. He was flushed, and his eyes were wild with his excitement. And his body swayed nicely, sensually to the music. Ayne smirked and turned around putting his arms around her. She swayed her hips with the beat, feeling Fin's warm body through the fabric of her dress, and slid his hands further down her legs playfully.
She felt the instant change in his mood as he realized what she was doing, and how they were dancing. Grinding really.
He leaned closer to her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, his fingers touching her bare thighs, lighting them on fire. He dug them in roughly like it was the only way he could control himself. The music peeked and the lights began to flash again, to the beat. They stood on the floor swaying, like one body, Fin's hands gripping her like his life depended on it, and her finger trailing up his side, and then into her own hair. She couldn't help but feel the need to turn around and face him, to see his face. She got an idea and slid down his body slowly, and then turned around, to see him.
He was so gorgeous, so perfect. She smiled again, and they both realized then how close they were. Their bodies were molded together, like chocolate, and his hands were on her back. He gasped, though she couldn't hear it, and tried to step back. Ayne didn't know why but this hurt her, and she couldn't help herself as she stepped after him, and grabbed his hands and thrust them onto her body. He looked shocked when she began to sway again.
Ayne felt the desire rip through her body as his hot fingers grazed her bare skin again. He felt it too, the desire, Ayne knew it. They looked at each other then, just for a moment, their eyes connecting intensely. Then her lips crashed down on his.
His lips were not gentle, though they were soft. Instead they were filled with intense fierceness. He forced her mouth open, but she liked it, his tongue twining with hers. His hands had slid to her behind, the other sliding up her ribs clutching at the fringe of her dress. Her fingers were knotted into his soft hair, and they were locked around each other like they could never let go. They still swayed to the music, and Ayne felt as Fin pushed her towards the edge of the dance floor. Her back suddenly hitting a wall, so forceful it hurt, but she didn't care. All she could think about was Fin because he was everywhere. She smelt him, his smell of honey and sunshine, and his fingers on her skin, electricity running down her nerves, and his mouth moving with hers perfectly.
They clutched each other, still taken with the music, grinding and rolling against each other, further into the wall. It was like nothing else she had ever done, not even with Ben or any of her random hook ups. It was like sex what they were doing, without the nakedness. There was so much heat and desire and lust in the way they held each other. Ayne never wanted it to stop.
Then she felt a hand fall on Fin's shoulder and suddenly he was gone.
"By the Angel, you'd think that even you would resist the temptation but no. Fin Lightwood gave in, and hooked up with a faerie." Yelled Max, as he gripped Fin's shoulder and stood glaring fiercely at the two of them.
Eaden was standing beside him, arms crossed like she was annoyed, but Ayne could tell she was actually amused. There was a smiling playing around he edge of her lips, she tried hard not to show it though.
"I didn't even hear you come up…"Fins said, his voice shaking as he shouted. The thought seemed to upset him, and he glared at Ayne. Pain raced through her chest and she blushed in embarrassment. How could he be mad at her after something like that?
"We are in a club Fin, of course you couldn't hear us." Eaden rolled her eyes, and walked closer toward them. She yanked Ayne closer so she could hear her, and she watch Fin step back slightly. "We have a meeting with Zeus."
Fin smiled without amusement or humor. It was a dark smile that a dark angel would make when he was about to destroy mankind. "Fabulous."
"How'd you manage it?' Ayne asked, still a little breathless from the kiss.
Fin tensed, but Eaden ignored it. "I might have threatened, or blackmailed, whatever you want to call it. But regardless, I got a meeting with him."
"When is it?"
"Now." Max interrupted. He was tense, and his stare was blank, but it was clear he was not okay with what he had just walked in on.
Ayne felt her stomach clench in anticipation. "Let's go," Max said, and he turned around, walking toward a huge wooden archway that had a thick red curtain and a bouncer standing next to it. At first glance they looked like normal bouncers, tall and wide, and scary. But as they came closer, Ayne realized they had to be faeries….Like Clary had said to her husband, that their eyes were dead as a door knob….Their eyes were bright but had no pupils, and it seemed that any life or expression that could have been shown in them had been sucked away by some unknown source.
Max stopped in front of them, but didn't feel inclined to speak. Fin was right next to him, feet planted firmly, but his shoulders were still tense. Eaden stepped forward and flicked her black hair behind her. "Hey boys, I'm Eaden, I have a meeting with Zeus." She smiled, and started twirling her hair around her finger flirtatiously.
"And do these children as well?" One of the faeries asked, looked at Ayne knowingly.
"Yes, we are all here to meet Zeus." Eaden nodded, and looked back at Fin, who as glaring at the bouncers with hostility. Anyone else wouldn't have noticed, but Ayne saw as Eaden shook her head at Fin and Max, and mouth 'no' at them. Like their hostile stances were a bad thing in this situation. "Rena talked to Vatico, and he said Zeus would see us. Go ahead and ask him yourself!"
The faeries looked back forth at each other and one of them nodded. "One moment. You, sweet lady can come with me. You can explain yourself to Zeus." Said the taller blonde one that had blue eyes. Eaden followed after the man without a glance backward.
"Zeus will most likely see the cross breed but not 3 Shadowhunters." Said the man.
Fin looked at Max, who was gaping at the faerie. "What are you talking about? A cross breed?" Fin said facetiously.
The faerie laughed, "I know the Seelie Court, and I know my king, and that girl, is definitely not a Shadowhunter. That aside, she has no marks, so how could she be a Shadowhunter? She is either a mundane or a faerie, and her eyes tell me she is no mundane human."
Fin glared down at him, and Max gathered his composure and looked back Ayne, in worry. "How many do you think have realized who she is?" Max asked as he looked around the club.
"Only the people of the Higher Seelie Court know that he may have had a child. But everyone knows he was once betrothed to a Shadowhunter. We have always suspected she would show up eventually." The faerie man looked at Ayne without emotion. "So I know not of how many people know who she is…" He turned back to Max, and tilted his chin up rudely, "But many soon will, if you continue to bring her in public dressed like the princess she is." He finished and looked back at Ayne and then, without expecting it, he bowed his head at her.
Ayne gaped at him. How could he treat me like he respected me? She asked herself, in shock.
"What is your name, faerie?" Fin asked suddenly.
"Wolfgang. I hail from Austria near the north of the Seelie Court." Wolfgang said it like he was proud.
"I thought I heard an accent." Fin said, and Ayne thought he was right, there had been a slightly sod way he spoke. She identified it as German.
"We mean no aggression or harm, but if your people or your Zeus put her in danger…" Max said, like he didn't want to say what they would do.
"All hell would break loose in Zeus's home." Wolfgang nodded in agreement. "I cannot guarantee Zeus's behavior, but he will most likely tell you what you want to know."
"And if he doesn't?" Max asked. He was still scanning the room impatiently.
"Hide her." He said, and his head whipped to the side, and then he was suddenly behind the curtain. "You may go in now," he said as he turned back to them. His stance was different, it was no longer relaxed, it was tense, more business like.
Ayne's heart thumped erratically at his words….She felt as if there was something wrong, something bad was going to happen.
Wolfgang swept aside the curtain, and ushered for them to enter. The room was beautiful, with glass hanging everywhere, and the same red velvet walls as the rest of the club. There was a huge sofa that looked like replenished vintage furniture, and two chairs across from it. They were pretty, Ayne thought, but the people sitting inside were even more beautiful. They were frightening in their elegance, and the way they held themselves. Two females were sitting on the chairs, that had flowers in their hair, and tiny little chiffon dresses that barely covered their skin, and like the eyes of Wolfgang and the other faerie, they seemed bottomless, and emotionless. The massive room was filled with people, and the music was dulled by the curtain. A bar was filled with people on the right side of the room and neon coloured drinks being handed out everywhere. Ayne's eyes flitted back to the people sitting on the couch and noticed that there were other girls sitting on it, and men too, and one very fair and tall man in the middle. He was completely white, with white hair, skin, and a crisp white suit. And even his eyes—pupiless—were completely white. It gave him an edge that made Ayne feel suddenly cold. The eeriness aside, he was not like the other people in the room, not beautiful or spectacular looking, instead his face was very bland and nearly featureless. He had a small and normal nose, and thin lips that framed a too big mouth.
As they walked into the room, Ayne saw Eaden standing beside one of the chairs with a new faerie guard at her side. She looked anxious, like she wanted to get out of the room…It was only then that she saw the guard holding Eaden's arm as if to keep her where she was.
"Ah! We seem to have Shadowhunters in our midst, my friends, do greet our company!" Said the man in white. His voice was British and leering, he dragged out his letters unnecessarily.
"Oh!" Said a girl with bright pink hair, and she glided towards them, golden wings fluttering behind her back. "Would you like something to drink?"
Fin and Max shook their heads, but Ayne felt her nervousness set in, and all she wanted was shot. "A shot of patron if you have it."
The faerie girl smirked, "Don't you want something more creative?"
Ayne furrowed her brows and shook her head, "No, I'm okay."
"How boring," the girl sneered, and walked towards the bar.
"Actually, she doesn't need anything to drink, none of us do." Fin said firmly, and shook his head at Ayne when she was about to protest.
Max leaned towards her and said quietly, "Don't drink anything or eat anything. Trust me. My dad was turned into a rat when he decided to drink something of a faerie's."
Ayne looked back at the pink haired girl, who was watching them as if she were calculating what they were about to do. There was something about her that made Ayne shiver in discomfort.
"Oh and this is the girl everyone is talking about! Ayne Roseleaf! Or should I say, Bellefleur? Or better yet, how about Princess Ayne!" chimed the man suddenly, ignoring the little exchange that had went on. He stood, and it seemed he was shorter then Ayne had anticipated, but still very thin.
Ayne looked to Max and Fin for a signal if she was to acknowledge the man's words, but they hardly noticed. Fin was watching the man intensely and Max had his eyes on Eaden, who had not yet turned to look at them.
Something was wrong, like Ayne had suspected.
"We understand you are having a little faerie get together right now, but we would like a word with you Zeus, it wont take much of your sweet time." Fin snarled out the words angrily, and the man in white's pleasant smile disappeared.
So this was Zeus? Ayne was surprised she hadn't realized earlier. "My time really is precious despite my immortality. Now, if I am correct I don't seem to have done anything wrong besides giving your little Eaden a drink that makes her freeze in place for 9 hours, so why in the world would I have to cooperate with a little Shadowhunter such as yourself Finnigan Lightwood?"
Max's face flushed, "You gave her a freezer? Why!"
"She is my ex's daughter, so what on earth do you expect my dear?" Zeus grinned evilly and Max, who seemed to be at a loss of words, and just stared at Eaden desperately.
"And what do you hope to achieve? Magnus's partner helps run the Institute…" Fin glared practically spitting out the words. It was strange that only a moment ago, the boy was staring dreamily at her, and kissing her. Even when he was angry he was beautiful, his golden figure looking angelic.
"A little revenge." Zeus stated matter-of-factly. "In any case, my time really is sweet like you said, and so what is it you brats want?"
"We need to speak with you alone." Fin said.
"Why whatever you have to say to me you can say to my friends, can't you?" Zeus asked, faking a worried expression.
"Not when it is official Clave business. Now unless you want me to report what you have done to the Inquisitor, you will speak to us alone." Fin's words crushed the crowd's talking, and the room went quiet aside form the music beyond the room. All the faeries glared at him, and Zeus looked honestly worried now.
There was a moment of silence and stillness before Zeus glared and Fin, and yelled, "Alright, party's over, get the hell out. Now. You heard me, out now. Get out of my room, and go mingle with the other little freaks."
His guests didn't seem to believe him, and some of them even laughed at his words, and continued to drink. Zeus looked at them in annoyance, and looked at the guard next to Eaden and cocked his head towards the people. The guards grinned and took out a sword at his side. "You heard him! Get out!"
They seemed to believe him then, and everyone started almost running out of the room. Within in a minute everyone was out, even the bartender.
"God, you Nephilim ruin everything don't you? You think you are so superior." Zeus spat, and went to sit back onto the couch.
"Oh yes, and the Fair Folk are the humblest Downworlders ever to roam the earth." Fin said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.
"What do you want? I suppose it concerns the princess? Or his daddy?" Zeus asked, looking at Ayne strangely. It was strange because despite his white eyes that were dead, he still showed tremendous amounts of expression. The look on his face seemed less hostile, like he saw her more as an equal, compared to the Shadowhunters that he looked at like bugs that needed to be squashed.
"This is about Ayne, yes. She is who you think she is." Fin said, and walked closer to the man, and took as seat on the chair. Max walked over to Eaden, frozen in her anxious position, staring at where Zeus sat. Ayne followed and sat on the other chair next to Fin.
"I knew Theus well many centuries ago. He is a pompous asshole, let me tell you, sweetcakes." Zeus said looking towards Ayne.
"Do you ever speak?" Fin asked.
"I'm speaking right now…" Zeus said sarcastically.
"Are all Fair Folk this dim witted?" Fin asked, rolling his bright eyes in annoyance.
"No, we don't speak, ever. But I know his friends, and I speak to them. I suspect he isn't gone, and is just trying to grow a little attention from his people. But with Theus you can never be too sure. He never listened to anyone, and again, was a pompous asshole." Zeus said, clearly ignoring Fin's insult.
"Well is it possible that the Seelie Court may be trying to take over? Because the other night we ran into a man who said the Courts were searching for something. Could it be possible that they are searching for her?" Fin asked. His words were carefully said, as if he was trying not give away much information.
"Maybe, maybe not. Why should I tell you what I know?" Zeus asked. His arms were spread out casually along the edge of his couch.
"You care for your Court? You like your life? You aren't much of a fighter, I can see that." Fin said, his mouth turning up into a slight smile, "If you don't tell us what you know, then we can't help Ayne, we won't know if the Seelie Court is trying to take over the Unseel. If they are, then the heir of your King's throne will be killed, and you will not live such a glamorous life. Despite the Accords, the Shadowhunters can only do so much since they hold alliance with both Courts. They cannot side with both, so they would not side at all. If there is no heir and the Seelie is trying to take away the Unseelie Court, then there will be a war, and you and your people will be all alone in it."
Ayne was astonished at how well he worded everything, and how business-like and logical he sounded. He had done this before, Ayne could tell. Just in the way he held himself, and the way he spoke it seemed not rehearsed but prepared.
Zeus seemed to think about Fin's words, not completely upset over the thought of a war, and then he leaned forward and folded his hands together. It seemed he had decided whether he would tell them what he knew.
Wow, long chapter I know! BUT SO MUCH HAPPENED! It really starts to get crazy now, so get ready :)
How'd you like that kiss by the way? And how about the after math? Let me know what you think pleaasseee!
-MW