• ~Violette~
    Why did he always have to be so...infuriating?! Sigh... I shrugged, heading to the balconey. Below London's streets were empty. The waning moon shed little light tonight.
    "Vi?" Oh,great. Micha.
    I turned, my eyes pinning the man down. "What do YOU want?" He was the reason I was so frustrated at the moment.
    I came to apologize to you, love. I didn't mean to-"
    "To threaten Jace?" I practically screeched. "Yeah Micha that must have been a TOTAL accident." The vmpire looked up at me with guilty grey eyes. I could feel my own harden, turning to flat silver disks. I needed to rein in my anger.
    "I just wanted to protect you. I know guys like this." He tried to expalin, using a calm voice.
    "Right, it takes one to know one, Micha." I hissed.
    He moved toward me taking my wrist. "You know I'm right."
    I pulled my wrist out of his grasp. "Don't touch me."
    His eyes narrowed into slits. "You know I'm right. He's just going to leave y--"
    He didn't even get a chance to finish his scentence. I slammed my fist into his face. Jerk. His eyes widened. "Shut up Micha."
    I left him there, gaping at me. Inside Rina sat in the hallway. The half-breed didn't look very pleased. "Now what?"
    She looked up at me. Her eyes, a bright neon yellow currently, met mine. "Jace."
    Jace? My heart stopped. No! I ran. The hall raced past, blurring as I raced past. The door was cracked open slightly when I reached it. I hesitated. "Jace?" The door opened. The room was bare, empty. He was gone. A small note was on the stripped bed. "Bye." was all it said. The paper slipped from my hands.
    "No." Tears fell. I hadn't cried since I was two. Rina entered, bringing with her the smell of ashes and sunlight. Magic. "He's in New York, Vi. I'm sorry." The warlock reached for my hand.
    "Just go." I squeezed my hands into fists. She left. I slid to the floor, head cradled in my hands. Shock, anger...sadness, why did he go? His face, in all its golden glory, appeared in my mind. "God damn you Jace Wayland."
    Two hours later~
    ~Rina~
    "Vi?" The Shadowhunter had her head on the kitchen table, dark bangs covering her eyes.
    "Hmm?" she grunted, looking up at me. God. She looked like a bloody mess! Her eyes, a bleary silver, were bloodshot. She smelled like cheap beer.
    "Have you been drinking?" I stared incredulously at her.
    "No shiiii...t Riiina." She glared at me. She raised her right hand, a bottle of Yeager, not even half empty, in tow. Damn, drunk on a few sips of Yeager.
    "I'm sorry." I really was. Not that I didn't expect it. I knew guys like Wayland.
    "Oh well...he can go scrrrrreeeeew himssself." She said. Great. Now she's a cynic. That's just bloody awsome. She swayed in her seat. Time for bed.
    "C'mon Vi." I pulled her to her feet. She nearly collapesed again. "God, what else have you drank?"
    "Nothing...." Sadly, she was telling the truth. She made it to her bed before passing out. Fifteen and drunk. I need therapy after this. Damn. I really want to beat Jace Wayland with a spiked bat...Vi sighed in her sleep.
    "Jace?" she whispered. Great. Muttering to myself about the downfalls of mortals, I grabbed the Yeager, took a swig, and wished I could get drunk. Something tells me this is just going to get worse with age. Stupid mortals, stupid love, stupid Jace.