Six people, Sixteen cats

Chapter fifteen- grump

"Guys, Magnus is calling on facetime!", Simon said. It was late in the evening, everyone sat in the living room. "Hello guys!", Magnus said. In the back round they saw Alec walking around. "What is my brother doing back there?", Isabelle asked. "This cute confused cupcake is searching our key card.", Magnus answered. Then, they heard Alec's voice in the backround:" Magnus, what the hell? This is important." "Well, keeping contact with our family is important too." Then, Alec came near the camera:" Hi people." Simon burst out laughing:" You look like a burnt chicken, Alec." Alec rolled his eyes:" Well, at least I don't match our carpet in the kitchen- which is white by the way, bloodsucker." "Hey, guys, we're trying to have a normal conversation. And yeah, the carpet was white.", Clary tried. "WAS? What do you mean by was, you wannabe carrot?", Alec yelled. Luke laughed out:" Guys, calm down everyone, otherwise this will escalate." "I love that nickname. Thanks' Parababro." Jace said. "If you ever call my wannabe carrot, I'll expose your poem you wrote for me.", Clary snapped. "What poem? I want to know!", Magnus said. "Well, it was 'Roses are red, violets are blue, my life is short and so are you'.", Jace explained. Maia tried to suppress her laughter. "That was hilarious. And wrong, by any means.", Simon said. "What do you mean?", Clary asked. "Well, first of all, you're not as short as his life, therefore you'd have to be as tall as chairman meow. Maximum." "Wait, why?", Jace asked. "Well, If you won't stop being so annoying, I'll end you." "Oh shit, Alexander, my love, can you please give me some popcorn?", Magnus laughed. "Yeah, what am I missing?", Alec asked, searching the key card again. "All the tea." "Tea.", Maia said. Everyone laughed. "Anyways- the reason I'm calling is that our veterinarian called and told me the results of the blood test of grump.", Magnus said. "Wait, who is grump?", Jace asked. "A fat, grey cat. The sixteenth." "Wait- there are only fifteen!" "No, Jace. Sixteen." "What the hell? We only counted fifteen bed?!"; Clary told him. Magnus rolled his eyes:" Grump sleeps in the bathtub. And he's a very bitchy personality. If you ever disturb him, he'll be miserable for the rest of the month.", Magnus explained. "Wait, is he even more bitchy than Goldilocks? ", Jace asked. Magnus nodded. "Oh, I'm out." Alec laughed:" Did Goldilocks teach you a lesson, my dear Parabatai?" "Yeah. Always wear underwear, no matter what." Magnus' eyebrows rose:" Already too much information. Still, where is grump?" Clary shrugged:" I don't know, we counted all the cats every evening, but of course we didn't check on him." "Oh my god. ", Magnus said," Is Lucian there?" Clary jumped off the couch, so did Isabelle, Luke and Simon. After a couple of minutes, they returned:" We haven't found him.", Luke said. "There!", Maia said, pointing at the balcony," This is Lucian." She was right. Everyone whirled around to witness how Lucian stepped on the balcony and jumped down gracefully. Isabelle shrieked and ran to the balcony. As she looked down, she watched Lucian walking on the road and disappearing into the Night, like a shadow being hid in darkness. She groaned:" Well, thank you Mags- now we know what we have to do today." "Don't worry- Lucian will be just fine.", Lucian tried but Magnus cut him off:" He better be." Then he hung up. Jace rolled his eyes:" I hoped I'd get some sleep to recover." "From what? ", Maia asked, sounding really sceptic, "I don't see any major injuries." "Excuse me? Mental abuse is a major injury. And if you don't call being with you guys for already twelve days isn't mental abuse, well, then Magnus isn't the high warlock of Brooklyn." "Well, I guess we have no right to refuse that.", Luke said, "Anyways, we should probably get to searching- teams?" "Yeah- Me and Clary, Iz and Simon, you and Maia?", Jace suggested. Maia nodded:" Okay, everyone runs in another direction- when someone sees him, call." "Aye aye, sir.", Simon said. Maia rolled her eyes:" This is not funny." Then, everyone ran into the city. The Sky was pitch black, but still it wasn't really dark in the city. All the neon signs lit up the streets- there were advertisements everywhere, claiming to make you feel good. The shops were still opened- even at that late evening hour. That was New York- this city never slept. Clary could smell the familiar smell of benzine, perfume and dirt. That may sound disgusting, but it was the exact opposite- that smell was Clary's childhood. It reminded her of the time where Vampires, Werewolves, Warlocks and faeries still belonged to fairytales. Clary took a deep breath- the air was dirty, cold, but still pleasant. She smiled. The heels of her boots hit the pavement, she heard the plane sound of walking. Her heart beat fast, her breath was fast. She ran fast. The lights of the cities faded as she concentrated on Jace. He ran in front of her, wearing his Shadowhunter gear. The daggers and seraph blades he carried shone in the bright light of the lanterns. And there he ran, dynamically, as if it was the most normal thing to do. And it was. For him. And, for her, too. It became a part of her. No, it was her. It was who she has always been, she just pretended to be someone else.

Simon was running down fifth avenue, trying not to lose Isabelle. He was a lot faster than her, actually, but he hated to use his vampire abilities. Other than Clary, that wasn't who he has been since he was born. His normal life was just torn apart, like a letter someone doesn't want to read. He was thrown in this supernatural world of fear, pain and war. And the weirdest thing was that this supernatural world wasn't even supernatural or another world. All these people lived right next to his door, all his life long. Not that he just got to know about it, he became a part of it. Clary apologized so many times to him, she thought it was her fault he was a vampire now. But, apparently, it wasn't. Well, only partly, maybe. He was glad to know about the Shadowworld, deep inside him. Simon shook his head- he always tempted to get really deep thoughts at night. He ran past 'Java Jones'. This has been Clary's and his favorite place to get coffee. They always sat there, on these silly yellow chairs, having innocent conversations about high school crushes and biology homework. Now, their conversations were more serious- They hardly met at Java Jones nowadays, usually they just met at the institute. And yes, it has been hard at first, but he accepted. He accepted this was his life, and he didn't have a single possibility to change that. And if he had- would he do it? No, he wouldn't. Not in a million years.