Angel Of Shadows (Malec)

Chapter VI

Alec had made his way up to the rooftop, taking in a deep breath, he had only a moment to spare to prepare, to collect himself. He sighed, slowly lifting his head, his gase stuck upwards.
The empty blackness above him, unresponsive to his prayers, lacking the beautiful bliss that is the night sky. The moon stood alone, his followers outshined, in hiding.

As if the stars had fallen and drowned, becoming small bright flames on his feet, the city lights.

The hunter felt a small burning sensation on his left palm, Matthias is checking in, a test of connection. Alec moved his stele, piercing his skin just so lightly to draw blood.
He lifted his gaze across, to the opposite building. Mattias stood there with one arm high, giving him a thumbs up, it works, the connection is complete.
Mattias checked on Izzy next before he disappeared within the shadows, going under cover. "Position A, on guard." He noted.

Alec moved at the edge, staring bellow at his sister. If anything goes wrong, all she has to do is cut her palm, Mattias will emerge after sending a fire message to the back up, demanding assistance. Alec is more than aware that two teams of twelve shadow hunters are spread throughout the area, waiting in case for an emergency... But he still felt wary, he had a bad feeling for tonight.

And that itchiness doesn't help at all!
Getting aggravated, Alec readjusted his bow at his back, holding back a grimace, his back hurt like a hundred bees had stang his skin relentlessly. "What the hell..."

Alec didn't even want to imagine what kind of rush his skin is infected with at the moment, he just wishes it won't be too uncomfortable to cause trouble tonight. "...."

The front door creaked opened, breaking the silence, the pent up intensity in the air, suddenly it was easier to breath. "How may I help you?"

Iris Rose stood behind that door, blocking with her body the hallway. Izzy even if she moved or titled her head, she still wouldn't be able to see the inside. Iris had let the door open enough to peek her head out, seeing a beautiful woman, rugged as if having cried her way here, she frowned.

Did she know her? Why is this woman at her doorstep?

"Actually yes... Very much so." Izzy feign shaken relief, her voice weak, her gaze unstable, traveling from side to side in nervousness. "I... I am sorry but... Can I come in? I... Don't feel very well..."

Iris raised her brow in suspicion, needing not to hide her dislike. "It's rude to invite yourself in people's homes... Especially at this hour."

"... You are right... I am sorry, I shouldn't have..." Izzy shook her head, turning around to leave she was immediately stopped. "...Do you need my help?" Iris asked, carefully examining the unknown woman up and down.

Izzy turned, embarrassed. "I do... I had to leave... From my hometown, I had to find you!" Her tone desperate, almost begging. Such act intrigued Iris, for both the right and wrong reasons.

"For what reason exactly did you come here for?" Iris asked carefully, unwavering under that pitiful picture Izzy so hard was playing on.

"Alice Terrin..." Izzy said softly, delicately. She kept on, playing unaware of how stiff Iris grew, how she could feel magic escaping her fingertips. Izzy was more than aware how far she was taking it, how dangerous the situation grew. Time to disable it, give her, or rather make her think, she has the upper hand upon a clueless mundane.

"She was... Is my best friend, my sister. She must be alive, she must be!" She yelped helplessly. "She never gave up... She wouldn't." Iris turned her cold stare deep into the woman's black eyes, seizing the mundane in front of her. "I think you have the wrong house."