Chapter One

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Alec and I stood looking at fruit from a stand as busy people walked past.

Alec glanced at me, with a concerned look on his face.

"You okay?" He asked me.

"Yeah, there's just so many mundanes and I could easily pick out a drunk one but I know that I wouldn't be able to keep it down." I sighed.

"I thought Izzy made you go on a diet." Alec spoke.

"No, she thinks I'm on a diet." I corrected him.

Alec laughed a little.

Alec was about to say something else but I nudged him.

"Behind us." I whispered and he nodded.

The older man that had walked behind us stopped, looking around before he began walking again.

We both followed him until he turned back to look at us.

We both jumped onto the nearest roof so we weren't seen.

The man turned back around and kept walking.

I walked along the roof top with Alec beside me.

I glanced at the roof of the building that ran parallel to us and saw Izzy walking along it.

I looked back down at the man and saw him shift into the man he had just bumped into.

The man walked further until he bumped into a girl in a pink and black dress.

The three of us joined Jace then flipped off the metal container we were on.

We followed 'her' into a club called the Pandemonium.

Izzy, Alec and I walked in, not noticing that Jace has stopped to talk to a ginger girl.

8 hours earlier

"Isabelle, lets go!" Alec called out as I walked over to him.

Izzy walked out in a white top and skirt, with a platinum wig in her right hand.

"Hey there, big bro." Izzy said as she walked over to him.

"Boo!" I jumped out from behind Alec.

Izzy jumped a little.

I laughed and slung my arms around my siblings shoulders.

"I'm glad you're taking my advice for outfits." Izzy told me.

I smiled and looked down at what I was wearing as we began to walk down to the main area.

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