City Of Infernal Angels (Mortal Instruments FanFic)

bonus chapter: angered desire

DEMETRI

One year before the events taking place now:

I walked buried in the institutes blooming dog wood trees. It was night out and the humidity along with the lights of the city made me release a slight smile. Summer in Georgia was a wonderful thing.

"Hey! Wait up lightskin." It was Desirre trailing behind me. My foo, Morelia had taken a leave for Mexico along with her family and some of the other conclave a few weeks ago to help with a mini demon crisis there. I know they left for the greater good and were soon to come back but it left me rather lonely. Until the Akereles of the African shadowhunters came for a visit. I didn't know why they were here or how long they were staying, but their daughter, Desirre, and me quickly became good friends.

She played a quick melody on her french horn and then set it down on the bench were she was sitting. She had her dark black hair down with a side bang and cut above her shoulders. Her skin was much lighter then the ebony color of her heritage but she still considered herself dark and was prideful on the subject. She was wearing dark blue jean shorts with a white loose tank top covering a black bra ; she also had a red worn down woven bracelet hanging from her wrist. A gold spiked necklace was placed over her throat easily becoming a weapon if need be. 

"Hey there." I smiled as we approached my home. We entered into the specially made yellow witchlight of the outside stone hallways and walked in peaceful silence. "Hey what about your instrument?"

"Oh it can wait. Besides it never was a good substitute for da dick." she says and brushes her fingers on my exposed arm.

"Lol Dessire, what the f--", I step back but not before she sticks her free hand up my shirt. Her fingers move like miniature Asian spider daggers searching for my swag. I wack her hands back and move away bewildered. The presence of her touch still lingers. It all felt like pure hooblah.

Desirre gives me this evil Grinch smile and licks her lips obviously thirsty fo da dick." I just wanna twist your nips, chiilll."

I back further away in shock. "Wait what? No. Desirre step back, You don't know me like that."

She advances anyway and lifts up my shirt. I shutter as she starts to explore my nipples. Not today, I think and lift my leg up Cheetah Girl style and kick her in the ear. The good ear.

Desirre howls and falls over."Ughhh!! Not the good ear!!! I ussse iittt teww breeath bettter!"

I silently thank God for those Disney Channel dance tutorials and run to the door. I only make it halfway before I'm pounced on. After a fit of fruitless rolling over I lay on my back with Desiree's legs keeping my arms down. I try to break free but I only get pimp slapped in the process. Her fingers lightly pinch my nips and I reel my head back in disgust. This whole event couldn't haven't been more than three minutes long but it felt like a whole month had passed. What was going on? My friend was doing all these things to me. It felt like I was in a Lifetime movie just in reverse. Reverse. Reverse.

Desiree took a break from feeling up my nips and started to unbuckle her belt. "Scream and I'll put my french horn up yo bootyhole with no lube. Got that, lightbright, hehehehe?"

I scream anyway. Getting raped by a band instrument is a little bit better then being raped by a girl. Or well idk, my mind can only think of rescue at the moment. Desiree begins to lift her hand in slap position to subdue me. I close my eyes preparing for the worst. Moments pass but no pain comes. I open my eyes just as the pressure of Desirre lifts off me.

She screams belligerently as hands lift her up in the air. My eyes reach to find my savior and I recognize my older brother, Nick, has come to the rescue."Urgghhh!!! Finng weed wackers!" Dessire rages,"Finng lightskins!!! Urrrggh, This isn't the last you've seen of me, Demetrius Blackfern!!!!!"

After the whole ordeal ended, my attacker was banished to New York and my foo finally came back bringing a cool funky hat. That was the last time I ever saw Desirre Akerele again.