Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments. I just play with the characters. Too bad I can't play with them for real. Like Jace maybe. Wink. ;)

Clary woke feeling more exhausted than ever with her muscles aching and protesting to her sitting up in bed. The previous night was the worst hunt ever. The ravener demon had managed to pin her and break her ankle when its tentacle twisted it, in a desperate attempt to kill her. She sliced off its tentacle and stabbed the servant of hell through the heart with her seraph blade, sending it back home to its own dark dimension.

She wiped her eyes with a bruised arm only to see the blur diminish around a pool of blood by the door that she knew was hers. The pile of ripped clothes laying there were gone. Mom got them, she thought. Getting up so she could go to the bathroom was a painful feat and the reflection in the mirror was amusing. I must've crashed before a shower. Black ichor stained her face. In the shower she scrubbed off all the grime from Brooklyn's allies. After dressing, she drew the familiar curves of an iratze on her leg and forearm with the stinging sensation fading with the pain of injury. Better.

She grabbed a bag with her gear in it and headed to the kitchen where Jocelyn, her mom, was bent over the counter making lunch for the two. She looked back and smiled, "How are you feeling? I would have joined you last night but I had a date with Luke."

"I feel better and its fine." Clary sighed. She grabbed a sandwich from her plate and ate quickly. "I'm gonna go to Simon's, love you." She pecked her mother's cheek.

"Love you to, honey. Hey, be careful!" She yelled as Clary closed the front door.

(Skipping to Simon)

Simon, her best friend was the only person she entrusted her secret to. I mean you can't just yell from the rooftops that you are a shadowhunter because either they won't believe you or the knowledge of them in the world to mundanes is discouraged.

His room was the messiest due to the papers and manga strewn everywhere on the floor.

"You need to clean, Simon!" she exclaimed for the 10th time this month.

"Will you do the honors?" he joked.

"You wish."

The pale faced, brown haired boy sat anxiously on the edge of his bed looking grave. Oh no, he looks serious, Clary thought while crossing her arms over her chest, momentarily distracted by the lack of bulk on her chest. "Simon", she said cautiously, "what's wrong?"

"Why don't you stop hunting? I don't want you getting hurt." He looked worried sick. He never liked the idea of shadowhunting. She sat next to him and grabbed his hand. "It's my job, it's me, and it's who I am." She explained quietly.

He nodded, excepting her answer. "I have to go to Pandemonium tonight." She kissed his cheek. "I'll be fine" she added, hopefully. Disappearing around the corner to his bathroom, she changed into her gear, and then left for the club.

(Line break- to the Institute)

"Come on guys!" Isabelle squeaked. "Tonight is great for hunting at Pandemonium! There is a huge party so it will be crowded."

Her brother, Alec, and Jace both sighed "Fine." simultaneously.

(30 minutes later)

Izzy walked out of her room wearing a white dress that was long-sleeved and had a collar. It went down to the floor and was covered in lace to cover the runes that dressed her skin. The fist-sized red stone she wore about her neck would pulse when a demon were to come near. Her hair was half-up, half-down and her makeup was done to perfection. She would be the bait to lure the demon with her vital mortality and beauty. After all, demons do get humanly desires. A gold snake wrapped around her wrist, her whip.

Alec and Jace stood waiting in their gear, seraph blades in their belts. Together, the three left the Institute. What would happen there would change their lives.

How was my first chapter to my first fanfic? Review please and tell me what you think. Please give suggestions on what to do with future updates which I will try to upload every weekend. Until then!