Sнadow Girl ▹ Jace Wayland (editing)

13.

We finally arrived at the diamond street church. The place looked spectral, the arched windows reflected the moonlight like silvery mirrors. A matte black iron fence surrounded the building the front gate locked shut by a sturdy padlock. Clary reached up to rattle at the gate before announcing the obvious, it was indeed locked.

Jace pulled out his stele to have a crack at unlocking it. We both watched on as he worked at the lock. I couldn't help but notice the curve of his back and the sight of his muscles through his short sleeved T-shirt. His hair turned silver as the moonlight fell down from above. He looked amazing as always, in this moment even the most oblivious mundane would believe he was part angel. Finally the padlock hit the ground now just a twisted lump of metal, leaving Jace extremely pleased with himself.

"As usual," He says. "I'm amazingly good at that."

"Oh shutup." I exclaim shoving him through the now open gate.

"Thought you were going to skin me alive." He mocks.

"Oh trust me I'm still considering it." I say as we make our way towards the church.

We made our way up the stone path towards the double front doors. Above them was a beautifully carved stone arch with an angel placed on the highest point to peer down on us. Jace put his stele away in his pocked before placing a rune covered hand to the door.

"In the name of the Clave." He said his voice barely above a whisper. "I ask entry to this holy place. In the name of the Battle That Never Ends, I ask the use of your weapons. And in the name of the Angel Raziel, I ask your blessings on my mission against the darkness."

Standing here listening to his angelic voice ring out into the silence it was hard not to think of all the time that came before. How many times I'd stood by his side prepared to go into any battle, prepared to run straight into the darkness sword blazing no questions asked. Being here in this world beside Jace, Alec and Izzy was my place, so why did clary with her fiery red hair and amazement look so at home. It was like she was the centre of this story and I was the girl to be forgotten only known in the memories of those I called family.

Suddenly the door opened with a creak swinging open to reveal; a dark empty space only lit by blobs of fire in the distance. We entered and headed towards the alter. After clary stated that she'd never actually been in a real church before, jace started pointing out and explaining all the parts of this one to her. Once he was done, he knelt down in front of the altar. Then he started shuffling his finger tips back and forth along the ground, clearly searching for something.

"Jace what are you doing?" Clary asked confused.

"Looking for weapons." He replied continuing his search.

"Here?" She replied in astonishment.

"They'd be hidden, usually around the alter. Kept for our use in case of emergencies." He explained.

"And this is what, some kind of deal you have with the catholic church?" Clary asked.

As jace began to explain how all since demons have existed all around the world for as long as we have, that almost all places like this kept sign of there fight against demons. I let their voices be drowned out as i examined the church. Funny how our species were born from the grace of an angel,  but i too had never stepped foot in a real church for anything other than ransacking it for weapons.

"Anna?" Jace called me out of my trance.

I turned around to see he had indeed found the weapons. A large wooden  box sat at his feet filled with all sorts of things ranging from vials of holly water to perfectly carved silver blades. Jace started at me expectantly obviously waiting for me to collect my weapons of choice.

"Well, well, well looks like these people had a serious vamp infestation." I announced.

"Indeed they did." Jace answered back.

"Bad for them, good for us." I Stated.

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They were the only people on the train car heading back uptown. Everyone sat in silence, which since everyone included jace was awfully usual. Finally as we pulled into our stop, jace shot me a look. A look that both infuriated me and made me do a double check of all my weapons. It was the 'be careful' look, like i didn't already know that, we weren't going to a vampire tea party for gods sake.

The streets leading up to the hotel were deserted, though i still felt a tingle run up my spine. I gripped onto one of the silver blades i taken from the church tightly as we walked towards it. Though she didn't realise they'd spent the next half an hour looking for it as its sign had apparently not be repaired in a hundred years and was hanging upside down holding on by a single bolt. 

"Hotel Dumort" Jace mocked pointing to the sign that had previously read dumont but someone had painted over the n with an r. "Cute."

"No said they don't have a sense humour."

"Du mort," Clary said. "Of Death."

"Welcome to the hotel of death, regretting your choice to rush here and save the rat." I jeer at clary.

"Simon." She spat back at me.

"Same difference."

"But this can't be the hotel," Clary says. "The windows are boarded up, and the door's been bricked over—oh," She stops realising her stupidity "Right. Vampires. But how do they get inside?"

"They fly" Jace replies like thats the most normal statement in the world, before going back to surveying the building.

"But we don't fly." Clary states and i roll my eyes.

"No we don't fly." Jace starts.

"We break and enter." I finish for him.

"Flying sounds like more." She adds in.

"Indeed it does." I reply.

"Right now everything sounds like more fun." Jace finishes and a silence falls across us as we move towards the building.

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A/n: A NEW CHAPTER FINALLY ITS ONLY BEEN LIKE 3 MONTHS. LEGIT IVE HAD THIS HALF WRITTEN IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER, BUT WHEN I SAW I HADN'T POSTED SINCE APRIL I WAS LIKE CRAP NOW I NEED TO POST NOW. EVEN THOUGH THIS IS SADLY JUST A RANDOM FILLER CHAPTER I SHALL WRITE MORE LIKE RIGHT NOW I PROMISE.