𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐍 ➤ shadowhunters

02

When Lexa entered the room, she did not expect to see her terrified friend holding a sword, with glowing inscriptions on it, especially the blonde guy from before pushing a man into said sword and then seeing the man disintegrate into fire-y ashes. Demons?

"Seriously?" She quietly muttered to herself.

Lexa must have spoken too loud, since one of those things snapped their head towards her and started to approach her with hungry, threatening eyes, her own widened when she realised it was the same man she punched before. He was definitely back for revenge.

The thing was fast, but Lexa was trained to defend herself from all sorts of supernatural creatures, so she had an advantage, she swiftly raised her arm and stabbed the man in his face, the sudden hit made the monster freeze, Lexa pulled her dagger out and stabbed it again, this time into the side of his neck.

Lexa pulled out her dagger and jumped back, eyes wide as the demon disintegrated like the one before. Well, that was new.

When she looked up she saw everyone staring at her with wide eyes full of either shock, confusion, or suspicion.

"Lexa?" Clary's voice trembled, shocked to see her childhood friend involved in the situation.

"What are you waiting for?" Lexa yelled out to all of them, ignoring Clary, no reason to give the demonic beings a chance to strike them down.

Everybody got back into action.

Another demon was heading towards Lexa, she took a breath, steadied her stance and threw her dagger, hitting it directly in the demon's neck. A perfect shot. Lexa felt a rush of relief that she didn't miss, mentally thanking her friend that taught her how to shoot a dagger.

She scanned the room again as she kneeled down to pick up her dagger, making sure Clary wasn't being targeted, her attention was piqued by a demon creeping behind a tattooed beauty she didn't notice before.
Lexa hesitated for a split second, wondering whose side she should be on, but seeing as the tattooed people we're fighting the demonic beings and protecting Clary, she chose to run towards the dark haired woman.

In a second, she was behind the demon, "Behind you! Get your glow-sword ready!" she yelled to her, said girl turned her head as she finished off the demon in front, eyes widening at the danger lurking behind her, she gripped her sword and held it high. The demon roared in Lexa's face when she yelled, the girl wasted no time in stabbing another dagger, the left one, right into the demons open tentacle mouth, the monster stumbled back and Lexa wasted no time in mustering up all her strength and kicking it back with her leg.

Her chest heaved as she watched the being fall back, right into the woman's sword.

"Thank you," Izzy breathed out, eyes narrowed on the huntress in front of her, as if trying to read her intentions.

"You're welcome," Lexa tried to smile, despite the situation.

Her eyes turned to look for Clary and they easily found her, just in time the horrified girl run behind the curtains and out of the room.

"Clary, wait!" Lexa yelled, rushing to pick up her dagger and follow her somewhat-friend, but before she could even make it that far, somebody else had taken a grab for it.

Lexa let out a breath, "May I have my dagger back, please?" she gritted, trying her best to keep her patience now that she realised it was no longer them against the demons, but the tattooed people against her.

"Not before you tell us who you are," the dark haired man spoke, his voice stoic and eyes hard as stone. He tore his eyes from hers only to analyse her simple dagger, "this one didn't kill the demon."

Lexa palmed her fists as she saw their eyes drop to the dagger in her right hand.
"That's cause they're different. Now give me back my property, I need to make sure my friend gets home safe."

"We'll take care of your friend," the blonde guy spoke up, looking at her face for a second, before nodding to his dark haired friend, "let's take this somewhere more private."

"Like hell you are!" Lexa started taking multiple steps back, ready to leave the dagger behind and make a run for it, but before she even took a first step, something that felt suspiciously like a whip wrapped itself around her wrists with a painful slap.

"Ouch, what the fuck?" Lexa yelled, eyes trailing the silver whip back to its owner, the only other girl, "I helped you!"

"I'm sorry, we have to take precautions when a downworlder's in possession of an unregistered angelic weapon," she spoke apologetically, intentionally or not loosening the grip of her whip to a less painful amount.

"The hell is a downworlder? And unregistered angelic weapon? Are you insane? This is my dagger, mine, it doesn't have any registration nor does it require that," Lexa defended strongly, glaring between all of them, "I came here for my friend, I could have grabbed her and left, but I stayed to help you!"

The trio was silent for a moment, the girl and the blonde making eye contact before turning to the dark haired one, who immediately shook his head.

"You can state your claims to the clave." He said, ice cold, like he's been the entire time.

Lexa stared at him incredulously, "The what? Listen, this isn't an angelic weapon, okay. It's a demon blade. I don't know what a downworlder is to you, but I am not it. Are my words reaching your thick skull?!"

He scoffed, sparing her no glance as he pocketed the dagger he held and moved closer to grab her demon blade. Hands still tied, Lexa jerked backwards, keeping the dagger close to her.

"You need to back the fuck off. I am not part of whatever cult you freaks are in and I don't wanna get involved. Let me go get my friend and you'll never see me again."

The man was about to ignore her and continue his advances to the blade, but his friend stopped him, "Alec, hold on."

Alec, though begrudgingly, stopped in his tracks, staring expectantly at his friend, who turned to me again.

"If you're not a downworlder, how do you have the sight? What are you?!"

"None of your words are making sense to me, just FYI. Maybe I have the sight cause I have eyes? You know, eyeballs in my skull, to see?!" Lexa burst out, her patience dangerously thin, "What am I? Jesus, what am I supposed to say? A chupacabra? I'm a human, blondie. A hunter, I thought you were too."

Lexa could not understand why they all looked so confused at that moment, had she grown a second head?

"We are," the girl decided to respond, her eyes much softer compared to the other two, "we're shadowhunters."

"The fuck?!"

"You weren't looking for me"