𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 [Shadowhunters]

Chapter Three: Can't Stay Away

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 셋
𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━

❝Hana charged into the fray without a second thought about her own safety, her instincts taking over the second she had activated her once dormant weapons upon seeing the battle. Her muscles remembered what her heart only wished to forget—the hunt.❞

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The inside of Pandemonium was a sensory overload—strobing technicolour lights illuminated the club, shining on dancing couples and drunk partygoers. To them, the night was still young—there were still more drinks to sip on; more songs to dance to; more people to cling to and flirt with. The air was charged with a thick electricity that made everything feel hazy and languid—like everything has just begun and nothing would ever end. Like everyone could dance the night away and forget all their problems.

Well, not quite everyone.

"Do you see Clary?" Hana asked, eyes frantically scanning the throng of bodies before her and Simon. The later shrugged, even more helpless when it came to vision than her. Clary couldn't have gotten far, and Hana was determined to get to her before anybody else did—or anything else.

Simon nudged Hana in what she assumed was supposed to be a reassuring manner (it didn't quite do the job, but she appreciated the sentiment). "Hey, I'm sure she's fine. I'll go fail at getting us some birthday drinks; you find Clary, alright? I'm sure she's around here somewhere."

Hana could only nod, leaving Simon at the bar while she began to push through the crowd. It was, understandably, incredibly overwhelming—it had been quite some time since she interacted with Downworlders in such a large capacity, and it was making her even more tense than she already was. Hana spotted a few Seelies interspersed throughout the dance floor, some commoners and some knights, dancing with one another and the few, oblivious mundanes in the crowd. A few of the knights made eye contact with her, looks of recognition on their faces. Hana didn't like it one bit, but as long as she didn't run into him, her mood wouldn't plummet more than it already had.

Unfortunately, the Angels were not on her side.

"Fancy seeing you here, not-quite-Nephilim." A familiar voice said, just as light and deadly as it had been a year ago. Hana sighed, stopping in her tracks as a familiar head of white–silver hair flashed before her eyes—Rhys; Seelie knight and trusted personnel of the Queen. Despite only having encountered him a few times recently, his face and voice were engraved in Hana's mind. She was reminded once again of its honey–like cadence the night before, in her memory-slash-nightmare, and now here he was, in the flesh. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with the Shadow World."

Hana glared at him. "I'm just looking for a friend, Rhys. So I can drag her the hell out of here."

"Oh, don't tell me, have you lost her already?" He laughed, a beautiful and cruel sound. Hana was tempted to gut him with one of her daggers, but she wasn't looking to get on the Queen's bad side or the Clave's, not tonight anyway. There were more pressing matters at hand. "You only had one job, little one. What would our Henry dearest think of your incompetence? He made you train in that tower for so long, after all. You'd think your skill would've improved in some way."

Hana froze for a split second, before anger and impulsiveness quickly consumed her. "Say that again, I dare you." She seethed, activating one of her ring daggers. The silver band on her right hand glowed an angelic blue, before transforming into a deadly, Seraph bladed ring dagger. Hana spun it expertly, quickly pressing it to Rhys' throat before he could make a move. In the back of Hana's mind was a little voice screaming at her (sounding suspiciously like Henry), telling her to put down the weapon before she got herself arrested for attempting to (or successfully, depending on how the next few seconds played out) break the Accords. But in that moment, Hana couldn't act reasonably—the mention of her older brother had her fuming in a matter of seconds.