Tainted Soul • Lightwood. [ON HOLD]

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"Thanks for being our roadie," Maureen said to Clary after their gig was finished. They found theirselves once again at Simon's van, the nerdy boy changing clothes.

"Yeah, and thank you for being our artist in residence," Simon added. "Of course."

After a couple of seconds admiring Simons abs, Clary snapped back into reality. "So you went on stage tonight as Champagne Enema."

Simon and Maureen look at each other, laughing. "What were we thinking, right?" "It's a pretty awful name if I'm being honest," Justin mumbled.

"But now... we're Rock Solid Panda," Simon announced. "That's even worse," Justin exclaimed.

"Rock Solid Panda, coming up. I'm feeling inspired," Clary said, taking a bottle of paint and walking to the side of the van.

When the redhead finished her creation and stepped away from the vehicle, Justin noticed the Angelic rune there. He glanced at his sister, seeing her with a confused expression.

"Whats that tag?" Simon asked. "Weird, I didn't even mean to draw that," Clary said, "second time today."

"What do you mean with second time?" Justin questioned her. "Yeah, in one of my drawings."

"You know they have confirmed cases of people waking up in the morning speaking French, and they never even studied the language," Maureen told her. "Do you think that's some kind of language?" Clary looked back at the van and the tag she drew.

'If only you knew,' Justin thought.

"Hey can you watch where you're going?" Clary said furiously to a blond guy that bumped into her. The ginger boy noticed the exchange and went to stand besides her, protective older brother mode on.

"You can see me?" The blond said. "Yeah, that's kind of the point but you obviously didn't see me," Clary told him. Justin stared at the guy, analysing everything about him.

He saw black ink coming out of his neck and frowned, finding it familiar. Then he looked at his arms and realised that he was one of them. A Shadowhunter.

"Clary, its better if we don't mess with him," Justin said, trying to tug his sister away from the dude. "You have the sight? Both of you?"

"The what?" Clary asked. "How can I not know who you two are?" The Shadowhunter thought out loud, still staring at Clary.

Justin was sending daggers to the boy, really fed up with his staring at his younger sister. "Has that line seriously ever worked for you? Even once?" Clary asked at his pathetic 'flirting' attempt.

A voice then called out to him, making him go away. "That's just great, Shadowhunters coming to our lives," Justin muttered to himself.

"Can you guys believe that blonde dude?" Clary asked Simon and Maureen. "You mean the imaginary dude you were talking to?" Simon fired back, confusion written all over his face.

"No, the guy right there, running into the club." Clary pointed at the man who was sprinting inside. "Clary, there's nobody there," Maureen told her.

"The guy covered in tats, like-" "What guy are you talking about?" Simon cut her off. "You guys seriously don't see him? Justin, tell them you saw him too," Clary urged his brother to say something.

"Clary what was in your latte? Your sounding insane right now," Simon said. Justin didn't know what to do, he have never been in a position were he encountered other Shadowhunters. "Where are you going?"

"To get some answers," Clary said, throwing her green hoodie, showing a very revealing piece of clothing. "No, no. Stay here, Clarissa," Justin protested. "You can't stop me. Hell you should come with me too," Clary told him and turned around.

"Remember your fake ID sucks!" Simon called out to her. "Mine is real," Justin told him and entered the club behind his sister. Simon and Maureen sighed and followed the siblings.

Clary searched for the guy, finding him walking to a room. "I'm gonna go fail at getting us some birthday drinks," Simon yelled through the music. He and Maureen left to go to the bar, the Frays staying behind.

"Clary, why can't you just ignore this exchange," Justin asked her. The redhead decided to ignore her brother and continue to follow the blond guy. The siblings noticed the Shadowhunter enter a room behind a woman in a pink dress, curtains blocking their view.

Clary went to a bodybuilder and took his arm, walking into the room with him. Justin noticed the flicker of his eyes and almost choked on air. 'Demon' he thought. The racked his brain for a way to enter the room, and saw that the bouncers were distracted. He took the opportunity to snuggled past them.

Once inside in the room, Justin took in his surroundings. On a table was a raven haired girl dancing very seductively, demons watching her lustfully. The blond from earlier was talking to the same woman in the pink dress. Far away from  him, he saw a raven haired boy against a pillar. 'Hot' he thought.

"Clary!" He hissed. Once again, Clary ignored him and watched the blond Shadowhunter intently. "Watch out!" The Fray girl screamed, throwing the woman out of the blond guy, with a lit up sword.

"Oh come on!" Justin yelled in frustration. All hell broke loose, demons turning into their real form and fighting the hunters. Clary was on the floor, after being pushed by the man. "Are you hurt?" Justin and the blonde said at the same time, walking to Clary.

A demon came barrelling into the blond, knocking his sword out of his hand. Clary went to pick up the sword and it lit up once agin. "Don't you dare touch that," Justin told her, taking the sword out of her hand.

Blond dude then trusted one of the demon man, killing him. "Justin?!" Clary called. He couldn't believe that her brother just killed someone. "You better hurry and finish them," Justin mumbled to the hunter. Before he could take his sword back,  demon attacked him from behind.

"Fuck it." Justin then readjusted his grip on the seraph blade and started helping out the Shadowhunters. "Blondie!" Justin yelled, two heads turned to him. He threw the sword to his hand, the blond catching it gracefully before he finished the last demon with his friend.

"What the-" "Language. Let's go," Justin said, taking Clary's hand and pulling her from the room. Clary, being the clumsy person she is, bumped into a guy. "Sorry."

The Asian man eyed them, something snapping in his head. Justin, too, saw stared at him, recognising the man. "Magnus," he mouthed. Before he was dragged out of the club, Justin saw the man nod at his statement.

The siblings entered a cab, telling the man to drive.