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.”
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