The Found Herondale

Chapter 2

Chapter 2
Raleigh's POV

TW: Nightclubs, Drinking

The four of us reach the club, getting in line. It is an all-ages club, so we were lucky.

An interesting woman stands in line in front of us, with two others, talking in an odd language.
She has long blue hair and a snow-white skin tone.

We get to the bouncer, and he eyes all of us before nodding, and slowly opening the rope.
I twine my finger's with Antony's and the four of us walk in.

Adele and Ashton smile when we get on the dance floor, swaying to the music.
Antony pulls his stele out really swiftly, drawing a tracking rune on Adele and I's wrists, just in case we got separated.
He nods to the two of them, and they squeal, running off.

I chuckle, starting to dance, pulling Antony to the side of the room.

He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
The two of us sway and dance, smiling at each other.

"This is fun," He says, loudly enough for me only to hear.
I nod.
"Not as fun as Benedict's party, though."

He chuckles, spinning me.
"That's true, but I bet you don't miss that corset."

I laugh.
"I definitely don't miss that."

He tugs me closer to him, and we're right in front of each other.

"Hello," I say, giggling.
He bends his face down slightly, his nose grazing mine.
"Hi," He replies.

I kiss him softly, and he kisses me back.

Before we can get any farther, a person bumps into me, disrupting us.

"Watch it!" Antony says, his brown eyes clouding with anger.
"It's okay, Kier," I interrupt. "Let me get us something to eat and drink, alright?"

He nods, letting me out of his arms.

I walk down the room, trying to squeeze through different people trying to get to the bar.
It's as if everyone has molded together.

I reach the bar, and sit down.
The bartender eyes me and comes over.

"What can I get you?" They ask.
"A plate of nachos and two champagnes please." I reply.
They eye me weirdly, but nod. 

They start to prepare the food, and I turn to look for Adele and Ashton.
I see them, and smile.
They are dancing with each other, having a blast and laughing.

"Miss," The bartender says. 

I turn and see the food. 
"Thank you."
I pay and they walk away.

I take a sip of the champagne and eat a nacho, tasting the very two different flavours.
There is something else with the champagne, but I can't name it.

I didn't ask him to add vodka, did I?
I wonder that as my brain gets fuzzy.

"Here," A voice says. It sounds like Antony. "Come on, I'll get you somewhere safe." 

I nod, and the person scoops me into their arms.
My legs fail me and the blackness claims my brain.

***

The lights come on, blinding me as I woke up.
I look around, rubbing me eyes.
The room is the same one that Clary saw Alec, Jace and Izzy in.

A person clears their throat, and I zero in on them.

"What do you want?" I ask, clearing my throat.

"I don't think you are in any position to ask questions," The person replies.

I take in their appearance.
It's the person from earlier, with the blue hair and pale skin.
I quiet myself, and they smile.

"I won't hold you long," They continue. "Your boyfriend is very attractive, I can see why you like him."
I snarl at them, like Meg taught me.

They grin, a wicked smile.
"I see you are one of the Nephilim. And I am on the lookout for a girl who owes me several things. Do you know Addison Campbell?"

"Yes, I know who that is," I reply.
"Great!" They clap. "You can help me find her!"

"Why would I help you?"

They make a tssking noise.
"Well, don't you see, I am in a higher position than you are right now. And I believe you are wishing to find her too."

I nod, sighing.
"How am I to believe you are against her, instead of against me?"

They sigh, holding their hand out.
Blue sparks appear, and I notice their skin turned almost translucent.
A warlock mark.

"You're a-" I say, getting cut off.
"I know what I am," They snap. "I am not against the Nephilim, or the Fair Folk, or the downworld. Though I am against bratty mundanes who owe me money for my lessons."

They pull something out of their coat pocket.
It's another compass.

"Where did you-" I ask, shocked.
"I have my ways," They retort.

They plop it into my lap, the date unset.

"She was in the Dumort the last time I saw her," I say. "Then she vanished."
The person cusses under their breath.
"Who died in the Dumort?"

"A shadowhunter, a faerie, along with two mundanes."

The person nods.
"Alright. I think I know when she went to, but I am not sure."
They type in a date on the compass as I struggle against the invisible bonds.

"I will send you a fire message if I require your services, Raleigh," They say. "Thank you. And I believe that you can go back in time and stop her."

"How do you believe in me this much?" I ask.

"Because all of us downworlders believe in you, honey. Now I must exit dramatically, your boyfriend is almost here."
They conjur a portal and wave their fingers at me.

"My name is Olive Siphon. And I'll see you again, Herondale."

I lose consciousness as they step through the portal.