𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐍 ➤ shadowhunters

03

"You're what? Do you know how corny that sounds? Just because you hunt in the shadows, like most hunters, doesn't mean you have to turn into a cult, you know?" Lexa questioned, ignoring the offended looks they displayed.

"Shadowhunters," blondie repeated slowly, as if talking to a child. "You don't know what Shadowhunters are?" He asked, clearly surprised.

"Um, no, I guess not," Claire replied, still confused. She looked between all three of them to see the girl staring down at the floor as if she was in deep thought, Alec rubbing his head and blondie sighing with an annoyed look on his face.

"How do you know that girl? The one with the carrot hair I mean." Alec asked from beside her.

"Family friends." Claire informed shortly, rolling her eyes at the carrot comment.

"Where did you get the demon blade?" he questioned further.

"Guess you could say it's a family heirloom, passed down to me from my mother," Lexa sighed, squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to ease the headache she felt coming.

"Who made it?"

That made her open her eyes and stare at Alec with an incredulous look again, "I don't know, Kurdish people? Am I supposed to know the full history of a demon killing blade passed down through generations in my hunter family?!"

The three stared between each other silently, a bit awkwardly even.

Lexa sighed loudly again.
"Okay. Point made. All I'm trying to say is: I am a regular, human hunter. I literally got here today! I'm not a threat to your cult and I don't even wanna know about it. I just want to get away from this place and check on Clary."

The whip on her wrists loosened, Lexa exhaled in relief, pocketing her demon blade and rubbing her sore wrists. Alec was definitely not happy, but she did not care.

"I'll come with you," the blondie spoke casually, "might be dangerous."

"Seriously?"

"Just precautions," he raised his hands in defence, "if everything's fine and safe, I'll be out of your hair."

Lexa didn't have it in her to even argue, all the bullshit she's just been through hitting her at once. Silently, she turned around and started making her way to Clary's loft, hoping Jocelyn already explained everything to the poor girl.

"You really gonna let her go? This could be something-" Alec started to argue, arms crossed.

"She may not be a shadowhunter, but the Clary girl definitely is."

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"I don't like this."

"You don't like anything, Alec, especially if it's something unusual," the dark haired beauty drawled, eyes unfocused as she twirled a lock of long hair around her finger.

"We should have went with Jace," he continued, pacing, "even better, we shouldn't have let him go and reported the downworlder to the clave."

"Jace is strong, he'll be okay," she attempted to calm his nerves, "besides, she said she wasn't a downworlder, didn't really seem like one either. And do you really think she managed to steal a weapon from us?"

"I don't know, Izzy," Alec replied sternly, "how do you explain it?"

"I'm sure there's an explanation for everything."

Isabelle's words seemed to have calmed his ranting, but not pacing. After what felt like fifteen minutes, she couldn't take it anymore.
"Alec! You're overthinking again. Go to the training rooms, let off some steam."