Few minutes of fresh air turned into few hours of me running around Paris trying to find my way. Few hours later, I was here. The house was cramped into a small space next to a bistro. It reminded me of New York, just a cleaner version. The door had a sign painted on it, 'No Shadowhunters' it said. Like that was going to stop me. I forcefully knocked on the door, this was my fourth time knocking and still no response.
"I know you're in there! I will breakdown this goddamn door of you don't open it!" I screamed
"What?" Suddenly the door swung open and there was a girl, she looked about the same age as me. She had blue cat eyes that seemed to be piercing through me. She also had blue hair to pair with her eyes. The blue in her hair wasn't natural, you could see her dark roots on the top.
"What do you want?" She talked again, her words were coated with a rich British accent.
"I knocked like a thousand times. Is it really that hard to open the door?" I crossed my arms
"I was busy"
"There are 500 people living here, one of them could've opened it"
"There are only 10 people living here, and we are all busy"
"Whatever!" I tried to step through the door but she placed her hands on both sides preventing me from entering
"You cannot enter. Didn't you see the sign on the door? No Shadowhunters allowed!"
"Oh I saw it. The mundies on the street saw it. Everybody saw it. I just don't care. I need to speak to Oliver"
"Oliver?"
"Yeah he knows me, just ask him yourself"
"I don't care if me knows you! He knows the rules: No Shadowhunters"
"For someone who gets paid by the Shadowhunters, you sure are very critical of them"
"I don't get paid by the Shadowhunters, I get paid through my bistro that is right next to us, which you're also not allowed in. The only thing I get from Shadowhunters are wrinkles"
"I literally have not time for you" I said as I pushed through her and she screamed something behind me, I am pretty sure it was something utterly rude. Everyone was sitting in a circle on the blue carpet, and they were naked.
"Vous ne pouvez pas être ici!" One of them yelled. I had no idea what he was saying, but I guess it was something along the lines of 'get out of here you son of a Shadowhunter'. Here Shadowhunter can be used in place of bitch, because let's face it that's what Shadowhunters were to every Downworlder.
"Shut up" I rolled my eyes and rolled them carefully, trying to avoid any unnecessary naked images. "Oliver! Oliver!"
"Hey! Quite! we are doing something here" it was the girl with cat eyes
"I think my thing is more important than your little orgy"
"It's not a orgy, we are summoning a Greater Demon"
"Oliver! Ol–"
"Shhhhhh! Be quite!" She angrily whispered
"Only if you tell me where Oliver is" I could see that she was hesitating to tell me, so I thought I could help her out, "OLIVER!"
"He is upstairs" she quickly said
"Thanks"
"Just go!" She said, then as I was climbing up the stairs I could hear her mumbling under her breath, "This is why I don't let Shadowhunters enter"
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Reverse (Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern fanfic)
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