Yep, I basically fail at life. I haven't had much time.... Over the summer I should get a lot of chapters up. This chapter not what you guys expected. Sorry if this upsets anyone. I personally think that I've neglected to include the fact that the gang are still shadowhunters and there are still demons around. :) So I hope you like it, I know you guys have waited long enough... And I will be messaging the people that live in New Zealand to get some info. I'll do that when or if they make it to New Zealand ;)
"Gate 13B, group 1, now boarding. Gate 13B, group 1, now boarding," the woman at the desk announced.
"Is that us?" Alec asked anxiously, his eyes flickering nervously around the terminal. Isabelle could tell how much he hated being out in public.
"No, we're group 3," Simon answered, throwing an arm around Isabelle. Alec rolled his eyes.
"Something wrong, Alec?" Simon wondered innocently, trying to hide a teasing smile.
"No," Alec muttered, and said something about his sister being handled by a vampire.
Isabelle lifted Simon's arm and returned it to his knee with a pat. She laughed at his angry expression.
"Group 2, now boarding. Group 2, now boarding."
Jace sighed impatiently, putting his chin in his hand and pulling his hood further down to to conceal his face better. He drummed his fingers impatiently. Isabelle smiled slightly and moved on to Clary, who looked weird with her hair completely hidden in an old Yankees cap that belonged to Jace. She was nervously biting her lip. Why was everyone so uneasy? Even Simon, who usually kept a clean poker face, looked unusually distracted. Jace and herself seemed to be the only two who were perfectly calm. Oh, and Delilah. But no one cares about her.
"Group 3, now boarding. Group 3, now boarding."
"That's us," Jace said, yawning. He grabbed his suitcase, along with Clary's, and started towards the dock.
"Passes please," the red-haired attendant asked, and Delilah stepped forward with a kindly smile, handing them to her.
She fumbled with the scanner, very distracted. Her eyes kept moving to Simon. She didn't look nervous, she looked…Almost scared. As if she knew his secret. This made Isabelle cautious. The attendant couldn't tear her eyes from Clary and Jace until they passed her.
When Alec passed through the door to the airwalk, Isabelle noticed the woman eyeing a rune scar on his arm with strange curiosity. She couldn't possibly know what that scar was right? No, of course not. I'm just being paranoid. Isabelle thought frantically.
When they had all passed her, Isabelle was more than relieved. The woman had also examined Isabelle, trying to hide her interest, and if Isabelle hadn't been so observant she would have succeeded.
"That woman knew," Simon whispered to Isabelle as they hurried down the airwalk.
"Our secret? Maybe she was just so thrown aback because we're celebrities," Isabelle suggested.
"No. She knew. I know she did. No one has ever acted scared of me before. I saw her watching us before we boarded. I don't like it here."
They continued to the plane in silence. The pilot and flight attendants greeted them at the cabin door; Jace inclined his head and hurried past them.
"Oh…Oh my gosh, Jake Sony? And Cassie Wilson? Sh-Shane-" a young attendant began, her eyes bulging when she saw Isabelle and Alec.
Jace put his finger to her lips. "Please, we've done so good so far. We don't want people knowing…"
Too late.
"JAKE SONY!!!!!!"
Isabelle groaned. Why didn't they take a portal again?
Delilah cursed threw up her hands to the oncoming crowd of people.
"If any of you even touches these kids, I will call security and have you kicked off the plane. They are not giving autographs, or anything of that sort. Sit down," she hissed, and the people obeyed. Everyone was afraid of Delilah.
She turned with a smile, ignoring the group's awestruck faces. "Find your seats."
"Would you like a drink?"
Jace woke from his nap and looked at the flight attendant. She smiled nervously at him. Her eyes were an interesting brown color…He looked closer. Grey spots peppered both eyes. Then, for just a second, they flashed a bright, glowing red.
"Uh, no thanks."
She blinked and they were brown again. Jace felt his heart hammering in his chest.
"I insist you have a drink," she said sweetly, holding a glass out to him.
"And I insist that I don't want one, thank you," he said through gritted teeth.
She smiled and rolled the cart further down the aisle.
"Clary," he whispered to the seat beside him.
"Did you order any drinks?" She asked, taking her nose out of the book in her lap.
"No, listen," he said. "There are demons on this plane. I don't know why I didn't sense it before…I guess I'm a little rusty from inactivity. But that flight attendant, she's a demon. And she knows who we are."
Clary straightened, glancing over to the seat in front of them, where Isabelle and Simon sat. Jace leaned forward to warn them, but they were both asleep with drinks in their hands. He unbuckled himself and grabbed Simon's drink, sniffing it. The smell was repulsive. Whatever was in the glass definitely was not Sprite.
"It's a sedative," he told Clary, putting the glass as far away from them as possible.
Clary turned around before Alec took a sip of his "Sprite."
"Alec don't drink that!" she hissed, and he jumped in surprise, splashing the liquid all over his shirt.
"What the hell!?" he yelped, wiping at his torso.
"There are demons on this plane. They tried to sedate us by spiking our drinks. Simon and Izzy are already down," Jace explained.
Alec was suddenly very acute, his eyes darting to Delilah, who was asleep beside him.
"What should we do? Kill them all?" Alec asked, unbuckling his seatbelt.
Clary slapped her forehead. "We lost our seraph blades to security, remember? How are we going to fight?"
"Bare hands," Jace answered quickly, and got out of his seat.
Now he knew why he hadn't heard any giggles for the last hour. Everyone on the plane was asleep, drinks in hand. Four flight attendants stood at the back of the plane, smiling. An eery silence hung in the air. Jace watched in horror as their grins turned to scowls. Their skin turned to scales. Their bodies swelled and their white uniforms hung in rags around their muscled bodies.
"Shit," Jace mumbled while grabbing an overhead bin and pulling himself out of the way of a beverage cart flying down the aisle.
"Jace Lightwood, Clarissa Morgenstern, and Alec Lightwood. What a pleasure," one of the demons rasped through what looked like a grin.
"What's going on here?" Alec asked them, anger in his voice.
"Sit down and drink your beverage," it grumbled, moving forward.
Jace dropped to the floor, looking around for a weapon. He snatched a glass out of one of the passenger's hand and broke it, hoping a sharp shard would do as a decent weapon. He threw it at the demon barreling stupidly toward him, impaling it in the throat. It exploded into dust. Lucky shot.
Alec and Clary copied him, but held their shards. There were too many people around, and neither of them had the aim of Jace.
"Alec, go to first class and drag anyone in there out of the way, Clary and I will hold them off!" Jace shouted, and Alec nodded and slid past him.
One of the demons sneered and pulled something from the ragged remains of the jacket it wore. The demon threw it and Clary screamed, "RUN!"
A white mist erupted from the object. Jace watched in confusion as Clary yelled at him, her eyes round in alarm. His legs felt like bricks. His arms were no longer in his control. He felt tired; so tired…He hasn't slept in 2 days….
"Goodbye shadowhunters….." Somebody said, and darkness enveloped him.
