The Aftermath Chronicles: A TMI FanFic

Part 3

The Lightwoods had arrived at the San Francisco Institute the next morning.

Sienna welcomed them all then retreated to the training room.

Debussy played in the background. It wasn't long before the door to the training room opened, disturbing her silence.

"So you don't wear a tutu?" Sienna finished a perfect set of turns landing in 4th position. Alec stood slumped in the doorway.

"Obviously not," Sienna said.

"I heard you dance for a prestigious ballet company downtown," Alec said.

"Yes," Sienna said. "That is, if you don't have an objection."

"Sienna, I don't care what you do," Alec said. He sounded tired.

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

"No," Alec said. "I'm tired, overworked, and I need to stab something."

"Target dummies are in the storage closet," Sienna said pointing at a door that usually remained shut.

Alec wandered over to the closet and rifled around inside.

Her Debussy playlist moved onto the next song.

Sienna continued rehearsing. It was nice being able to dance and not having to worry about glamouring her Marks. She usually only had two or three inked on her skin because she didn't have need for any others. Usually she kept an equilibrium rune on her left arm, though. It improved her technique.

When she stopped, Alec had a target set up against the far side of the room. He faced the massive window with an arrow notched in one of the spare bows.

He looked incredibly focused. A quiver of arrows was strong across his back, tightened as far as it would go. With a exhale, he fired.

Sienna didn't watch the arrows; she knew where they'd land.

As soon as he let the first arrow go, he had another one set and ready to go, firing within a second. With each arrow he fired, he took a step closer to the circular target. When he was out of arrows, he threw the bow aside and with a violent turn, almost worthy of Julliard, he had pulled two long knives and had thrown them, both hitting the bulls-eye, like his arrows had.

He dropped his shoulders as soon as he had finished the routine.

Sienna didn't say a word.

Something was very wrong with Alec.

...........

"I'm already bored," Isabelle complained, sitting on the armrest of Jace's chair. If Isabelle hadn't been Jace's "sister," Clary might have flipped out.

"It's just a day," Clary said. "Then we can go out into the city. I'm sure there's lots to do."

"And by 'do,' Clary means things like sightseeing and shopping, not vampires or warlocks," Jace said. When he looked up at Clary, he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Ha, ha," Isabelle said. She snatched Jace's book up, looking at the cover while holding it like it was a piece of trash. "'The Shadowhunter's Codex?'"

"It's very informative," Jace said. She began flipping through the pages.

"This is only the 27th edition. They just released the new one last month," Isabelle said. She tossed Jace back his book. "Our names are in it."

"Why?" Clary asked.

"The Mortal War of course," Isabelle said. She dropped her voice and put a stupid macho look on her face. "Four young Shadowhunters, a vampire with the Mark of Cain, and a brand new Accords that united Shadowhunters and Downworlders to fight against the evil Valentine. That and you happened to summon an angel, which is very impressive."