The Broken Generation

Someone's in trouble

Lights in the club were flashing, casting blue glow on the countless bodies on the dance floor, moving to the sound of upbeat music. It was completely full and you should not be able to notice anyone standing out. But she was trained for that. To notice seemingly unnoticeable. The blonde, dressed all in black, had her eyes trained on the tall, handsome man, with dark features and bright red eyes. She was watching him dance as everyone else, as if he hadn't a care in the whole world.

That's because he doesn't, she thought. His lot cares about nothing.

She continued to watch him, as he seemed to notice something, or rather someone. She saw him cast a look at the brunette in white dress dancing with other people. She was beautiful. Shoulder-length dark hair, full lips and seemingly a tattoo peeking out from her neckline. The blonde's lips curled up as she immediately knew that he fell for the trap. Of course he would find her appealing, that's why she chose her, and she liked to think that she was always right. The man came closer to the brunette, catching her arm and pulling her closer to him. She saw him whispering something into her ear but the distance and the music made it impossible to hear.

The blonde took a sip from the glass in her hand, the liquor burning in her throat. She couldn't help it, it made the job easier. She hated overcrowded places. They always made her feel lonely and unreal. But a job was a job, even if it wasn't her. She wanted to make her parents proud. She wanted to show them that she wasn't a kid anymore.

She was almost too lost in her own thoughts to notice the look the other girl gave her before taking the man's hand and leading him through the mass of dancing bodies to the side exit. The blonde cursed under her breath, finished her drink before slamming the glass on the bar, and hurried after the man with the girl. She tried her best to push through the dancing people but she was still getting pushed to sides like a rag doll. It was bad enough that she lost them out of her sight, now she was almost knocked down by inconsiderate people.

'Watch it, douchebag,' she growled at an innocent man, who slammed into her, glaring daggers at him. The blonde though stopped abruptly before the door, pulling out a sleek, white piece of adamas out of her leather jacket. She quickly looked around before rolling her sleeve up and applying the invisibility mark. It would not do much against the demon but at least she would not have to worry about mundanes seeing her.

With one hand on the trusty dagger on her belt, she slowly pushed the door open, slipping out of the noisy place. She gave herself a moment to take a deep breath and enjoy the silence before going further into the alley. It was dark around her and she was thankful for the night-vision rune her mother had created. She started walking slowly and silently to the lesser lit area, expecting to see her friend with the demon. She thought that maybe she would be able to take him out from behind but she stopped cold in her tracks when she saw her friend standing alone, with her seraph blade out.

'What the fuck Alex?' the blonde asked, puzzled at the lack of demonic presence present.

'Vic, I can explain,' Alex started. 'He saw my marks and then he disappeared, you know? Just poof,' she said gesturing with her hands.

The blonde, Vic, put her face in her hands, groaning. Of course it would be their luck, losing a fucking demon. 'So what do we do now? It's not like he's just going to show up, screaming for our blood,' she said, tone full of sarcasm.

'Wait hold up, I think I hear something,' Alex interrupted what would be a long monologue of her blonde friend. And in the right time might I add.

From behind the dumpsters a mass of blackness appeared. It was about as tall as a human and it had a humanoid shape. But it looked to be made out of black oil, it's legs seemingly seeping into the sidewalk. Alex was the faster of the two, charging it with her seraph blade.

'Gabriel,' Vic said, pulling out a blade of her own, feeling the comforting weight of it in her hand. She didn't hesitate and ran to help her friend, slashing the demon with her blade. But oh by the angel, was it fast. Right now she was very thankful she didn't drink too much.

'It's a Moloch!' Alex shouted at her friend while trying to stab the demon. 'I am pretty sure we were after a Phantom!'

'You don't say,' Vic remarked being her sarcastic self as usual. She tried to take a hit on the demon but it was way stronger than she was used to. She might have been a little bit too young to go hunting but who cares. When her parents were her age, they won a war. And she was not going to bring shame to her family's name.

Just then Alex got hit by the demon and was sent flying straight into a dumpster. If it was any other situation the blonde might have laughed at her friend but right now she had a demon to worry about. She just nearly avoided being hit by one of its oil like limbs, instead slashing at it, getting the Ichor splashed on her. Ignoring the burning sensation, where it touched her arm she prepared to strike the demon one last time. But someone beat her to it as suddenly there was an arrow sticking out of the demons back.

Vic and Alex, who managed to get herself out of the dumpster, watched the disappearing remains of the demon, trying to catch their breath. They heard their footsteps before they even saw their shadows. Two figures emerged from the other end of the alley. They were both males, tall and well built, but that's where their similarities ended.

The taller of the two was Theodore Rosevain. The epitome of tall, dark and handsome. Unruly, curly dark hair and blue eyes that contrasted greatly with his pale skin. The boy from all girls' dreams. The second one, not any less attractive shared some similarities with the blonde. Same nose shape, the tall and slim build, the blonde hair though a few shades darker than the girl's. But most striking were their eyes, which were bright green in colour. Even if the boys had a few gold specks in them there was no point in denying it. The other boy was Oliver Herondale, Vic's older brother.

'Victoria Seraphina Herondale what in the Angel's name are you doing here?' Oliver asked his sister, throwing her an annoyed look. He came closer to his sister seizing her by her arm and dragging her away from the still disappearing demon.

'Looks like someone's in trouble,' Vic said in a sing-songy voice earning confused looks from everyone around her. 'I know it's me, I don't know why I did that.'

'Good to see you still have your sense of humor, let's see if you keep it when we tell mom and uncle Simon,' her brother remarked with a shit-eating grin.

'Oh come on that won't be necessary,' Alex started .'You don't have to rat us out. Come on Theo say something!' she begged the other boy.

'Yeah Theo, say something. I promise not to make fun of you for a whole week,' Vic joined in, trying to fight the only way she knew how.

'A very tempting offer, but I must decline,' said Theo with a grin on his face. 'I will very much enjoy watching you two clean the whole weaponry. But I will show my condolences by not throwing in any more weapons,' he continued, taking Vic's seraph blade out of her hand and putting it in his quiver half-full of arrows.

'You pretentious little fucker,' Victoria said, amazed at the boy's nerve and glared at Alex who elbowed her in the ribs.

'Stop flirting with him,' she whispered to her friend. ' He is the enemy now.'

'What?' Vic spluttered. 'I wasn't.... I am not.... the fuck?' she was at a loss of words. The only thing remaining she could do was watch her brother create a shimmering blue portal. Theo stepped through first, being the best at using it before Oliver ushered his sister to it.

'Come on sister dearest,' he teased her. 'You can go first. And for the note you are always flirting with him.'

'I am not!' she screamed as she stepped through the portal.