Shadow Hunter -- @InfernalOnyx -- The Mortal Instruments.

It didn’t take much to get into the club Pandemonium; in fact it takes no effort at all as the mundies can’t see me. I simply walked past the burly bouncer and into the large room that smelled of sweat and not surprisingly sex. It wasn’t often I went off alone, actually, it was almost never that I could escape the institute without Isabelle and Alec in toe but lately I’ve gotten pretty good at slipping out quietly. I wasn’t entirely sure why it mattered that I get alone time, that I hunt by myself but for there it was, my need for solitude rising above all other things even my own safety. I weaved through the crowd careful not to nudge anyone, not that they would notice as they all gyrated to some badly spun techno music. Bodies melding together so closely that I was certain they wouldn’t know where they began and the next person ended. I found my way to the bar and turned to face the crowd, this wasn’t the only place Demon’s came, there were a few other places as well but for some reason they seemed to mostly gather here. Each time I’d snuck out to come here I’d found at least one looking to pry on some weak and oblivious mundane and tonight would be no different. I glanced through the throng and along the bar spotting a young woman whose cat like eyes, when caught just right in the strobes, would gleam with a devilish glow. It was all too easy to catch her gaze as I turn to face the bar; tawny hues watching her from afar. She turned and pushed herself off the bar; drink in hand as she sauntered toward me. Her hips swayed from side to side as she tried to seduce me with her movements. I flicked a brow upwards; allowing an interested smile to curl onto slight brims as she finally reached me. She wasted no time introducing herself as she reached a slender hand my hand, “I’m Veronica,” typical name; demons didn’t like to get to unique with their names, in fact the blander the better, I can’t count how many Jane’s I’ve met but they always seemed to enter the most beautiful bodies and Veronica here was no different. She wore a deep red halter that pushed her breasts upwards in the best way and tight leather pants that pressed against her form perfectly. If I was normal, a mundane I’d count myself lucky that a woman like this even looked at me twice let alone introduced herself to me but as a Shadowhunter under the flawless pout of her lips and crystalline blue hues I saw the demon features corrupting her impeccable  visage. “I’m Jace,” I replied; reluctant to take her hand but doing so anyway. Instead of continuing with the dull conversation that would inevitably spill from her lips I stepped forward and directed her to the floor. For a moment, if only just this single second and only to fool the woman I allowed the music to take me away; my body swaying to the beat as I lead her through the crowd. I lead her away from the crowd; not too far but far enough to not draw too much attention to ourselves. I pressed her svelte frame against a wall; my lips nearing hers but not daring to touch; partly to keep her interest and partly out of disgust. I draw my mouth closer to her ear; my breath hitching slightly as if I were nervous when in reality I wanted to keep her attention long enough for me to slip the knife from my sleeve. “I want to give you something,” I speak into her ear; my voice low and husky. “Mmm,” she replied in a low moan her eyes closing as I pull away just enough to plunge the blade deep within her jugular. I twisted the knife once in her neck before pulling it from her throat and watching as she fell slack to the floor. Her body seemed to almost wilt in on itself before soon and to no surprise her frame vanished completely. With a slight chuckle, “One down,” I turn back toward the crowd; wiping my blade across my sleeve, “Only about a bajillion more to go.”

Unbeatable.

The night was still, almost too still in fact; it was kind ironic really given all that’s happened. There was no wind, the trees towered above me, still and stretching toward me as if they were reaching arms that sought after something that couldn’t be seen in the air around me; something that if I didn’t know any better seemed to be watching me. I glanced around; turning quickly in my place as if something behind me couldn’t have moved fast enough to disappear from my gaze but alas nothing stood there. There was just the night, silent and almost mocking me with its quietness. I turned once more away from the short drive that stood between me and the road and started toward my porch. I walked to two steps it took to reach the top and took a seat, “Figures,” I spoke into the silence. A night like this doesn’t come often but it would come after, the still after the storm if you will. A night like this stands only to ridicule those whose lives are like rushing rapids; banging into rocks and filled with sticks and other filth. This night stands a single reminder that my entire life has been changed and I wasn’t entirely sure it was for the better. I had been found, I had been saved; my life spared and in some ways reborn but what did that mean for my future? What did that mean for tomorrow? That’s the unknown, the fear that sneaks up on you like a thief in the night and takes from you the one single thing you still held dear, your innocence and it’s stripped from you like a slashing of a blade across the thin fabric of your clothing and you’re left bare, exposed and confused. 

That’s when life gets you, that’s when you look it and for a single moment you think about giving up; You think about taking everything you’ve learned, everything you know and tossing it away like a piece of trash that’s worn out its welcome. That’s when you make a choice; to go on or to stop existing. That’s how I felt at this moment, a single moment in which I was given the opportunity to completely and entirely give up. I stood at the precipice of life where I could leap into the unknown, no holes bared and rush into the darkness with little to my name and no fear to speak of. Or I could sit here, holed up in the single beacon of light that stood above me as reminder that I was home, in my safe place, a place where no one could find me or touch me and yet…that’s where they struck me, home. That’s where the found me, lying in bed, sleeping my life away and barely existing. That’s where I was when they tore me from my world and placed me into another life. One I didn’t recognize, one that wasn’t mind at all and one I would have to live.

Because I wouldn’t give up, I wouldn’t let them tear me down. I still held to a single light, one that was light within me. One whose light was barely as bright as a candle and likely as easy to snuff out but one that would grow and soon burst into a flame that would light enough the darkest of nights; for with every dark night there is a brighter day waiting just ahead and though my life was different and not quite the way I thought it would turn out. Though, I was broken and beaten, I was not defeated. I would stand for those who do not have legs to walk on, I would speak for those who have no voice and I will live for those whose lives are no more. For I, remain forevermore; Unbeatable.

Grandiose

It was one of those moments, a single second that I felt bad for what I had done. I have them at least 100 times a day. I had hurt people, killed them and it haunted me. I wasn’t myself, I knew that, but that didn’t change the facts. I had blood on my hands and I couldn’t stand to be in #BeaconHills any longer and so I left. #London here I come, I said to myself as I loaded my things into the plane. It would be a new start, a new life and a new me. An American Werewolf in London… I thought; chuckling quietly. What could possibly go wrong with that? -- I hadn’t been in #London long, couple of months, give or take and I was wandering the streets with nowhere in particular to go when a voice called from behind me, “Have we met before?” At first I thought to keep walking; no one here knew me so they couldn’t have been talking to me but curiosity got the better of me as I turned to face the woman who spoke. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, #Lydia included though I wouldn’t tell her that, and she was staring straight at me.  Her hair fell delicately around her shoulders and her reddened lips pursed in confusion as she spoke again. I shook my head fighting back the urge to fall onto my knees before this goddess. “No, I don’t believe we have.” I pushed back all uncertainty now and allowed my signature grin to play upon my lips as my expression changed to that of arrogance. “I would have remembered meeting a woman as beautiful as you.”