City Of Bones

Chapter 4

Smoke, created by dry-ice, filled the entire club as colored lights played over the dance floor, turning it into a multicolored fairyland of blues and acid greens, hot pinks and golds. A disco ball was spinning on the ceiling, casting specs of silver light across the room. Usually the disco ball was just used for decoration since the teens thought it was too old fashioned but now it was spinning without any complaint. The music blasted as high as it could go. Limbs were crashing together as the teens never grew tired of dancing. You could tell they were having fun by their expressions. Sweat plastered their hair to their necks but they continued to dance, never taking a break or drinking anything.

Jace Wayland leaned against the bar counter, in the middle of drinking a soda, no liquor, as he waited for his adoptive sister to arrive. He had been looking across the room as the teens went crazy. Glasses fell, tables broke but no one stopped the teens. The bouncer was too busy fixing a problem that had started at the entrance. The only thing that Jace took pleasure in was the girls, but none of them made him want to stare more than five seconds. Though one girl did almost pleased him, almost. It was a brunette with dark eyes. She was wearing a strapless green shirt with short shorts. She had arrived with only her friend, no one else. They looked like the kind of girls that came into the club without a partner then waited for someone to come up and ask them to dance. Jace would have gone up to the girl but he wasn't there to find a date, he was there on a mission.

Jace twirled the sharp blade in his hand as he gazed wonderingly at it. He loved being a shadowhunter. It was all he had left in his life. He had promised himself when he was eleven that he would become the greatest shadowhunter of his generation, and so far he was fulfilling it. There were about seven blades in Jace's belt, all ready to slay some stupid demon that dare come across him. Jace reached behind him and took his drink. He sipped it once more before it finished. Placing it back on the counter he stood up, looking for his sister. Finally he gave up and just sat back down in his seat, deciding to laugh at the vulnerable mundanes instead.

"It's here," a feminine voice spoke from beside Jace. He turned his head to see his sister Isabelle standing beside him. She was holding her large red pendant that hung from her neck. It was glowing beneath her fingers, and Jace knew what that meant. "I can feel it," she continued. Jace nodded to her and got up from his seat.

"I see it," a muscular voice called. Jace turned to see his brother, Alec, jogging up to them. Isabelle nodded and fixed her outfit. She was wearing a long white gown that covered her whole body. Usually she would never wear those sorts of clothes but here she needed to. The dress hid her runes that inked all across her body. They wanted to give the little demon a surprise.

"You ready?" Isabelle asked cheerfully. She loved going hunting. Not only because she could trick the demons that thought they were smart, but also because she could have a few minutes of dancing. Alec nodded to Isabelle. She looked over to Jace for his answer and he breathed out as if he had been holding it.

"I was born ready," he grinned at them and they returned the smile. Isabelle stepped in front of them and took out her golden whip that was twirled around her wrist. She slapped it in the air and looked over to the boys.

"Well then," she smiled. "Let's go."

"Clary what happened?" Simon asked for the third time. They were right in the middle of a group of teens who were dancing. Simon had to shout over the music even though he was right beside her. Clary just stared through the door that led outside, biting her lip and holding her bag securely. She didn't even hear what Simon was saying, didn't even notice he was there until he shook her hard. "Clary!" Simon screamed, not because he was angry but because of the music. She shook her head and looked at him.

"Huh, what?" She said and he repeated himself. She bit her lip, looked outside once more before turning back to Simon, ready to explain. "I think it was Valentine in that white car that we were running from. I know he was in there," her voice cracked and his eyebrows rose.