Somehow ended up merging chapter 6 with 5... anyways.. I'll put up chapter 7 to make up for it
Clary's POV
"Where will they be?" I ask breathlessly, pushing open a heavy door and emerging in a dark, crowded room. Heavy music pounds through the room, vibrating the floor and making my body quake. Sweat begins to form on my forehead and I wipe it away impatiently.
"The bar," Zander says simply, and immediately strides over to the far side of the room.
Without losing sight of Zander, I awkwardly try to shimmy through tightly packed people; averting my eyes from people in, let's say compromising positions. Zander glanced back over his shoulder and chuckled, shaking his head.
"Your innocence becomes you, Clarissa," He says in a posh voice and bowing his head. I roll my eyes.
"Don't call me that."
"Call you what?" I shove past him and carry on dodging through the crowd until we reach the bar. Worn out, I slump on to a torn and stained stool – Zander sits on the one next to me. "Call you what?" He repeats.
"Clarissa. It makes me sound like the great aunt at a family reunion, who nobody wants to talk to. It makes me sound old." There's a moment of silence as Zander smiles to himself. But then I see them.
They're sitting at the other end of the bar to us - in a shadier, quieter area to ours. There's three of them; a broad shouldered, boy with dark hair and sparkling, blue eyes; a tall, slim girl with wavy black hair and a skimpy top which shows off her flat stomach; and another boy with golden hair and muscular build. My heart seems to falter as stare open mouthed at them. It's them. It's actually them. They're actually real.
"There they are," Zander murmurs to my right, confirming my suspicions. Isabelle seems to be complaining to Alec about something – gesturing angrily to her top. It looks pretty wrecked. A small smile spreads across my face. I've missed them. "You ready?" I watch Isabelle disappear into the crowd – black hair swishing gracefully as she walks.
"Shit," I breathe, and duck behind Zander.
"What is it?"
"Alec saw me," I reply, edging round Zander to see Alec, whose piercing blue eyes had momentarily widened as they made contact with my own. He's shaking his head slightly, confused.
"He's going to see you at one point, Clare," Zander says. "I thought the whole point of us coming here, was so you could meet them." I sigh. He's right.
We watch as Isabelle returns, a man with aqua hair in toe, and as Jace follows – swishing a seraph blade lethally by his side.
"Why are they going in a storage cupboard?"
"That guy with Isabelle was a demon," Zander says, drawing a rune on his forearm. His eyes flicker to mine. "Just checking you can still see me. Come on." He stands up, stretches, and saunters over to where Alec is sitting.
Alec's POV
I take a swig of beer, and prop my elbow on the bar. A girl to my right is eyeing me suggestively and I roll my eyes. I'm not interested, love. Not in you, not in any girl.
"Alec," I hear Zander say from behind me. Surprised, I turn around and narrow my eyes.
"What are you doing here, Zan?" Over his shoulder, I can see a young girl – about fourteen, fifteen. She's petite with pale, porcelain skin and thick red hair that tumbles down her shoulders in thick curls. For a moment, I wonder how someone her age managed to get into a place like this; she's far too young. But then I look into her eyes, and realization hits me like someone hit me over the head with a spade.
She has bright, sparkling, green eyes. Wisdom beyond a fourteen year olds pools in the deep black pupils. I recognise those eyes -eyes that haunt every dream that I've had for the last four years.
"Clary?" I ask, bewildered.
"Hi, Alec," She says, timidly. My heart is unstable in my chest and it flutters feebly. Clary's back. Before I know it, I'm standing in front of the small girl – beautiful and radiant under the glowing light of the club – and I swing her easily up into my arms. Four years seems like a long time – too long.
"Where've you been?" I shout over the heavy bass music.
"I'll explain later. Where are the others?" Gesturing to the cupboard in which Isabelle and Jace disappeared to, Zander walks over and holds the door open for us. "You coming?" Clary asks over her shoulder. For a moment I can see the twelve year old Clary, the last time I saw her: fierce, deadly and ruthless for a girl her size and age, but she had a heart of gold and she hated seeing anyone suffer. The ruthless edge seems to have gone – she seems nervous, gripping her seraph blade a little too tightly.
Maybe she hasn't been fighting for the last few years. That must be it.
Clary's POV
I hear murmuring voices from behind a large amplifier, and they sound very loud in the silence of the room. My ears pound with the reminder of the music outside and, behind my eyelids, bright colours swirl and explode like a firework show.
"He told me he didn't want me anymore," I hear Isabelle sob. Alec rolls his eyes and Zander shakes his head.
"It's his loss, baby," A low, husky voice growls. The sound of it sent shivers down my back and made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. "I would never do that to a pretty thing like you."
"B-but-" Isabelle stutters, cut off abruptly by her companion's mouth.
"Erggh," Alec moans, covering his eyes. He had been peering round the amplifier, but pulled back with a disgusted expression on his face.
"Got ourselves a mouth-mauler, huh?" Zander smirks. My features twist into a disgusted sneer.
"That's a demon?" Alec and Zander nod. "What is she doing?"
"Deceiving, distracting and demolishing," Zander explains. "Isabelle's the best for the men. Jace is best for the girls. Alec can do either." Wide eyed, Alec whips around.
"Zander!" He snaps. "Not the time or place."
"It's fine," I assure him and he smiles shyly.
"YOU'RE NEPHILIM?" The demon's low voice shouts – breaking the silence. There's a sharp crack of metal meeting flesh, and an ear piercing wail. It's not a human cry, but it makes my heart shudder and my skin crawl.
"Stay here, Clary," Zander says, disappearing around the corner; Alec following.
"Because that's likely," I murmur, and quickly reach for my sword. But I'm stopped when a cool hand grips my wrist, stopping any movement.
"Clary?" I whip around, causing a sharp pain to melt down my back from my neck, because I recognise that voice; smooth, beautiful and heart warming.
"Jace?"
SHORT CHAPTER, I KNOW. BUT I WANTED TO LEAVE IT ON THIS LITTLE CLIFFHANGER. THANK YOU FOR READING! FAVOURITE AND REVIEW!