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It had been awhile, since Genevieve visited Silent City, she usually came when it was anniversary of her father's and siblings's death. And of her aunt, uncle and cousins's anniversary as well.

And yet here she was, coming whenever she was restless.

She slowly walked up to the Herondale mausoleum. The Herondale girl stopped short in front of wide doors, before taking a deep breath, her hand gripped the flowers. She pushed the doors opened gently, before taking a step inside. Genevieve didn't want to look around and see the names of the rest Herondales, instead she walked straight to her father's stone.

A small sob rose from her throat, her sapphire irises filling with tears she wouldn't allow to fall. She lifted her hand, and allowed her fingers to drift along the etching of her father's name, before she lay flowers on the stone.

William Owen Herondale, 1860 - 1937.

He had died long ago, 70. years ago, surrounded by nearly all his loved ones. In her blurry memory, she remembered that day when she findout that her father was dead. How she cried for days in her mother's arms — her mother, who whispered to her soothingly, with tears shining in her eyes that never fell. Genevieve couldn't help but admire how her mother was strong.

She thought of her beloved sister Emma — determined Emma who searched for a long time, a way to awake Genevieve, until she finally found it.

"I miss you, Papa." Genevieve whispered, her fingers tapping against the marker name of her father. "I wish you were here." It was something she always said, every time. Each year she longed for lost years, and also anger for suffering they all endured.

She felt a presence nearby, but she didn't need to turn around to know her best friend — her parabatai was there. Her parabatai lay flowers on stone, next to her's, before moving to stand next to her and slipping her hand through Herondale girl's and gripping it tightly.

After several moments of comfortable silence, Genevieve allowed her sapphire irises flicker to chestnut irises.

Aline Penhallow met her gaze and offered her a small smile, with a hint of sadness. "I am sure he is proud of you, Genie."

Genevieve remembered first time when Aline called her by nickname that her father only called her, how she instantly was silent in horror, and tried to apologize, but Genevieve found herself not minding it, and didn't allow her to apologize.

"It's been awhile since he visited me," Genevieve said softly. At the beginning it was shocking explanation to Aline about being able to see ghosts, but eventually she came to accept it.

"He visits you for important occasion, doesn't he?"

Genevieve nodded in response, "Maybe he will come if you start singing demon pox to Lightwoods." Aline chuckled, she knew how much her friend loved singing demon pox and teasing them.  And because of that, she was exactly like her father, not just in personality but also in looks, with her black hair and blue eyes — as the colour of pansy.

Genevieve gave her a wicked grin, "Let's be honest, who can resist my charm and wonderful singing?" Although, she really enjoyed singing, she grew up around music, and even learned to play violin and piano as well.

The Penhallow girl pointed finger at herself, but Genevieve ignored her, "Speaking of Lightwoods —" Herondale girl mused. "Isabelle called me, saying Jace, Alec and she, need me in New York tonight." She made a face.

"What for?"

"To join them in Pandemonium, to hunt demons." Genevieve's sapphire irises sparkled. She already felt adrenaline rushing through her body, just at the thinking about it. She enjoyed killing demons, and going on patrols, and never missed opportunity to kill a demon with parabatai — her choosen sister — by her side.

"And what else for?"

Genevieve allowed her sapphire irises flicker back to her father's name. "There are many rumors," She said slowly. "Of Valentine Morgenstern's return, I heard it from Downworlders, and Mam told Emma and me to be careful."

She heard Aline draw in sharp breath. "I thought — I hoped those rumors were false."

"Unfortunately not." Genevieve finally turned towards Aline. "Valentine paid a Warlock to raise Raveners, and also his Forsakens to locate the Cup."

"By the Angel —" Aline's face was stark white in horror. "Do the Lightwoods and Jace know?"

"No," Genevieve shook her head. "I don't think so. But it is just a matter of time before they findout." She let out a small breath. "I don't want to go to New York Institute, I can't stand a sight of Hodge Starkweather. But I have no choice. It would be better if I battle ducks, than facing him."

Aline patted her wrist, "I would love to go with you, but I have to return to Alicante." She bowed her head in obvious guilt.

The Herondale girl took her best friend's hands, "You have nothing to worry about, I understand."

And that was how Herondale girl found herself standing in front of New York Institute with a bag balanced on her shoulder, nearly two hours later, after saying goodbye to Aline — who left London through portal first, back to Alicante, while Genevieve went to New York. But not before saying thank you to Catarina Loss for making portal — who blew her a kiss and waved at her.

It was already night when she arrived. Oh, how much she hated that time difference. Luckily at least she was ready for mission, and already dressed in stunning long silky green dress with long sleeves, that hugged her curves and hid runes. Her whip — her weapon of choice was already on her wrist.

New York Institute was much different from London Institute — where she grew up, long time ago.

New York Institute through glamour looks like an old gothic cathedral. The Institute has a glamoured brass plate next to the entrance — a set of double doors.

She took a step towards doors, reaching out to open, when unexpectedly opened and hand shot through, grabbing her by wrist. She let out a shriek of surprise, before dropping her bag and her instincts kicked in.

She didn't even bother looking who it was, before tackling them to the ground, but it was a short victory, before they found themselves rolling through hallway of Institute.

"For the love of Angel, what do you think, you are doing?" A voice behind them exclaimed.

Genevieve finally let her sapphire irises flicker up and meeting wide electric blue irises of elder Lightwood boy. Her gaze dropped back to her so-called-attacker and met mischievous amber irises of Jace Wayland, before she could even react, he kissed her cheek. "Was that really necessary to grab me like that?" She let out annoyed sigh, and pinched him in bicep hard enough to make him yelp.

Jace grinned and shrugged, "Isabelle said she saw you through window, and told me to grab you and get you to her room." He explained, just as Alec approached them, helped Genevieve to her feet, before hugging her.

"You're not helping me?" Jace put his hand over his heart.

"No," Alec shook his head, while Herondale girl straightened up and smoothed her dress. "You can get up on your own."

"How are you keeping up with this?" Genevieve waved her hands.

"The same way I keep up with you as well, especially when you both are together in same room." Alec crossed his arms over his chest.

Both Herondale girl and Wayland boy gasped in outrage, but Alec wasn't even affected, making her frown. But before she could say anything, a voice interrupted from far inside Institute, "Boys, stop bothering Gen, and allow her to come in my room. And be gentlemen and take her bag."

Genevieve's lips pulled into her infamous Herondale smile, and put on her Herondale charm, before taking a bag from floor, and drop it in Jace's arms and glanced briefly over her shoulder, "Are you not coming?" She raised an eyebrow, at Alec and Jace who were staring curiously at her, before following.

Genevieve flung doors of lift open, before stepping inside and holding doors out for Jace and Alec, "When are we going?" She watched Alec pressing his finger at the button, before the lifted with screech.

"That's why Isabelle needs you. She can't choose what to wear and needs your help, because you have a high fashion taste, unlike the rest of us mortals." Jace muttered.

"Of course I have high fashion taste, what else did you expect?" Genevieve gave them both a cheeky smile.

Alec rolled his eyes, just as lift halted, and pushed doors open. "Go, we need to leave as soon as possible."

Wayland boy let out a snort, "Impatient, isn't he?" His gaze turned serious moments later. "I need to tell you something. We don't know if we should be worried."

Herondale girl tensed, "What happened?" But she suspected what he was going to ask.

"Lately when we are hunting demons, all of them mention Valentine's return." He took a deep breath. "Demons are not trustworthy, but every single one mentioned same, coincidence? I think not."

"Isabelle mentioned about it, when she called me." Genevieve frowned.

Jace nodded, "I asked her to mention," He hesitated. "Would you be able to check if that's true? I know you have a lot of Downworlder allies, and Downworlders trust you."

"Not here." She said shortly, as Hodge came into view. Wayland boy and Herondale girl stopped in front of Hodge Starkweather. "Hello, Mr. Starkweather." She said, coolly.

Older Starkweather man inclined his head stiffly towards Herondale girl, "Miss Herondale," He greeted. "Good to see you." He said politely.

Genevieve said nothing, her Herondale mask was on her face, not allowing to show anything. There was a sudden awkward and yet tense silence. Jace's amber irises flickered back and forth between them. He didn't know a full story of the Circle, neither did he know why so cold attitude towards each other Genevieve and Hodge had.

Jace cleared his throat, "Alec, Isabelle and I invited Gen to join us on the mission."

"Of course," Hodge said slowly. "I suspected as much."

"I must go to Isabelle." Herondale girl nodded to older man, and quickly walked past him, towards Isabelle's room.

Whenever she came to New York — especially when Robert and Maryse were there too — it was unbearable to stay in Institute with them — with exception of this time when they weren't there — that's why she instead stayed many times with Magnus, not caring what anyone thought of that. Downworlders in her opinion were more trustworthy than most Shadowhunters. Despite that she was close to Alec, Isabelle and Jace, she frowned over their snobbish attitude towards both Downworlders and mundane alike.

Once she reached Isabelle's room, she raised her hand to knock, when the doors swung open, revealing Isabelle with two dresses already balanced in her right hand, "Come in, come in!" She swung doors open wide, once Herondale girl stepped inside, her eyes widened.

Isabelle's room looked like a bright disco ball exploded. There were several dresses on bed, and some were on the floor. "This is why I need you!" Isabelle waved her hands, after putting dresses from her hand on the bed. "Jace and Alec are not helpful, you're my only hope."

Genevieve shook her head fondly, before walking towards bed, her eyes already glued on floor-length white gown with lace sleeves. She pointed at the white dress, "Definitely this one."

Isabelle beamed, "I knew, I could trust you." She grabbed the white dress and headed for bathroom and left the doors slightly open, "I am assuming by the way you are dressed, you're ready for party, aren't you?"

Genevieve was silent for a moment, and then flashed a wicked grin, "I am always up for that."

Lightwood girl cheered, "That's what I like to hear." A few moments later she returned, already dressed up.

"It's perfect." Genevieve hummed. "I approve."

Isabelle grinned at her, "And we can leave now."

"Thank the Angel," A voice shouted over the door. "It was about time!"

And that was how the four Shadowhunters set out to Pandemonium Club for a mission, on a warm August evening. It didn't take them long to get there by metro.

Inside, the club was full of dry-ice smoke. Colored lights played over the dance floor, turning it into a multicolored fairyland of blues and acid greens, hot pinks and golds. Isabelle grabbed her hand, pulling her to centre floor for dance.

The music had obviously changed very much, from the one from annual parties in 1900s. But that would never stop her from having fun, but it made her a bit nostalgic when she remembered how she used to dance with her father for hours.
She danced like no one was watching, in fact no one did, other than Isabelle who was grinning, her charcoaled irises sparkling, while they were dancing along with the rhythm. Her body moved along with sync of music, when she caught a boy near by, that was sticking out from the crowd.

Boy with electric blue hair, and unnatural green eyes searched through crowd, in boredom. His hand was holding a sharp blade. Her pendant — gifted by Magnus — pulsed suddenly, changing from dark blue to pale blue — nearly silver.

Got you. The target has arrived.

Genevieve pointed Isabelle towards the boy with her sapphire irises, before giving her a wicked grin. Isabelle followed her gaze, and her lips pulled into smirk. "You know what to do next, Iz."

Herondale girl, watched as Isabelle moved towards boy, while she moved back into shadows. She reached Alec first, and locked their arms together, making him jump startled, "Hello there, handsome. I am looking for some company, if you are free?" She looked up at him, with her infamous Herondale smile.

Alec glanced at her fondly, with an eye roll. He nudged her and shook his head, "What will I do with you?" He sighed.

"You can't do anything. I am bisexual disaster, and dark-haired man are handsome, not to forget gorgeous dark-haired women." She winked at him, and he shook his head once again.

It was no secret she likes both men and women, the Clave even knew about it, and they weren't pleased about it. But Genevieve never cared what the Clave would say about it, all that mattered was unending support from her family and parabatai. That was one of the many similarities of her cousin Anna and herself is that they never hide to whom they are attracted to. And also the one of reasons Alec trusted her enough to confide in her, that he is in love with Jace.

"I can't believe you always flirt with Alec, and never with me." Jace's lips tugged downward into pout, as he appeared next to Herondale girl.

"You are not dark-haired. You know how the saying goes? 'Tall, dark and handsome.' I am not into blondes, Jace." The Herondale girl chuckled, making Jace frown. Her gaze drifted away from her, and grinned from distance, while Isabelle beckoned boy with her charcoaled irises, moving past him, before boy started following her.

"You ready?" Wayland boy grinned at her.

"As always." Raven-haired girl winked at him.

They reached the wall and Herondale girl reached to open doors marked with NO ADMITTANCE. She hesitated for a moment, and allow her gaze to fall on dance floor only to see a small redhead girl looking right back at Lightwood boy, Wayland boy and Herondale girl as well. Not through them, but right at them, like she had a Sight. And she looked familiar, even from the distance. Alec tugged at her hand pulling her forward into room, and hid behind pillar.

"What's your name?" The boy asked her.

"Isabelle." Lightwood girl batted her long dark eyelashes, with secretive smile.

"That's a nice name," He walked towards Isabelle, stepping carefully among wires. "I haven't seen you here before."

Isabelle let out a girlish giggle and covered her mouth with her hand, ""You're asking me if I come here often?"

Genevieve watched as it neared Isabelle, looking right at her runes, "Boys, it is our time." She whispered, as Demon boy froze, "You —"

He never got to finish, when Isabelle moved with lightning swiftness, striking out at him with her open hand to his chest, staggering him back. Her whip curled around his ankles, and he fell hard against ground. Isabelle moved and stood above him, and laughed, before yanking hard on her whip, securing it, "He is all yours guys."

Dark-haired girl giggled, "I thought you'd never say it." Jace laughed, before lifting boy Demon — an Eidolon — she realized, and pulled his hands behind his back and bound with wires. Herondale girl walked beside Wayland boy to face the Eidolon.

"So," the blonde boy asked. "Are there any more with you?"

Eidolon boy took a shuddering breath, "Any other what?"

"Why are you ruining the fun of not recognising us?" Genevieve frowned.

"Gen is right. Come on." Jace shook his head. "You must know who we are."

The Eidolon boy gritted it's teeth, "Shadowhunters." He hissed.

"Bingo!" Herondale girl beamed. "We got you, finally."

"So," Jace paced back and forth in front of Eidolon boy. "You still haven't haven't told me if there are any other of your kind with you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." He insisted surly.

"He means other demons," Alec rolled his eyes, "You do know what a demon is, don't you?" The boy Eidolon turned away his face, his mouth working, but saying nothing.

"Its not very bright." Dark-haired girl shook her head, exasperated. "It probably doesn't know."

"Demons," The blonde boy drawled, his fingers tracing word on the air with his finger. "Religiously defined as hell's denizens, the servants of Satan, but understood here, for the purposes of the Clave, to be any malevolent spirit whose origin is outside our own home dimension —"

"That's enough, Jace." Lightwood girl said sharply.

"Isabelle's right," agreed Alec. "Nobody here needs a lesson in semantics — or demonology."

"But it obviously needs it." Genevieve insisted. "At least a reminder, once in awhile." Jace raised his head, and smiled at Genevieve. There was something fierce about gesture.

"Isabelle and Alec think I talk too much. Gen, on the other hand is most of time on my side, and doesn't think I talk too much." he said, confidingly. "Do you think I talk too much?"

The Eidolon boy hesitated for a moment, "I could give you an information," he started. "I know where Valentine is."

Genevieve sucked in sharp breath, and amber and sapphire irises instantly locked, before he glanced towards his parabatai. Alec only shrugged.

"Valentine is in the ground." Jace shook his head. "The thing's just toying with us." But still, there was a doubt in his voice mixed, after his brief conversation with Genevieve.

Isabelle tossed her hair. "Kill it, Jace," she sighed. "It's not going to tell us anything."

"Valentine is back." The Eidolon boy gasped. "All the Infernal Worlds know it—I know it—I can tell you where he is —"

Rage flared suddenly in Jace's amber irises. "By the Angel, every time we capture one of you bastards, you claim you know where Valentine is. Well, we know where he is too. He's in hell. And you —" Jace turned the knife in his grasp, the edge sparking like a line of fire. "You can join him there."

"Stop!" A voice behind them cried. "You can't do this."

The four Shadowhunters turned in utter astonishment and stared. Jace dropped the knife he held in his hand. Even Eidolon boy looked stunned and gaped.

It was that girl. The one who watched her going inside. She was really small, with red hair and green eyes, and freckles across her face. Genevieve narrowed her eyes, and realized why she looked so familiar. She looked like a Fairchild, and looked like mini Charles Fairchild. But at the same time, she bore a great resemblance to Charlotte and Henry, even to Matthew.

Alec spoke first, "What is this?" He demanded.

"Mini Charles," Genevieve breathed, while everyone stared at her blankly, even the redhead.

"It's a girl," Jace recovered from shock first.  "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one, so is Genevieve. And also it appears she is mini Charles — whoever that is." He shrugged. He took a step towards the girl, squinting. "A mundie girl," he whispered, half to himself. "And she can see us."

"Maybe not even a mundane." Genevieve said so softly, that no one else heard her.

"Of course I can see you," The girl said. "I'm not blind, you know."

"Oh, but you are," Jace bent down to pick up his knife. "You just don't know it." He straightened up. "You'd better get out of here, if you know what's good for you."

"I'm not going anywhere," redhead girl said. "If I do, you'll kill him." She pointed at the boy with the blue hair.

"That's true," admitted Jace, and twirled a knife between his fingers, "What do you care if I kill him or not?"

"Be-because —" Clary spluttered. "You can't just go around killing people."

"You're right," agreed Jace. "You can't go around killing people." He pointed at Eidolon. "That's not a person, little girl. It may look like a person and talk like a person and maybe even bleed like a person. But it's a monster."

"Jace," said Lightwood girl warningly. "That's enough."

"You're crazy," Clary said, backing away from him. "I've called the police, you know. They'll be here any second."

"She's lying," said Alec, but there was doubt on his face. "Jace, do you —" But he never got a chance to finish sentence, when Eidolon broke free. It gave a yowling cry and flung itself at Jace. They rolled together, the demon teared at Jace, splattering blood from his wrist.

Genevieve's whip instantly uncoiled from her wrist, as it curled against the demon's neck, just as Isabelle shrieked, and ran towards them, along with Alec. Her whip tightened around its neck firmly and jerked him back, away from Jace. She pulled out her seraph blade from underneath of her dress, "Adriel." The blade instantly lit to life.

She grabbed the Eidolon's hands by whip, pulling it to ground, as it hissed at her, and then stopped in tracks. "You," it snarled. "You are granddaughter of my — " But he never got a chance to finish that sentence, when Genevieve finished off the blow and sank her seraph blade into its chest. "When you see that bastard in Hell, don't forget to tell him he better never comes to my eyes, or he'll live regretting he ever came across me." She said quietly enough, so no one hears them.

"So be it," Between his teeth, it hissed, "The Forsaken will take you all. And you will see what will the Prince do." Its eyes rolled back. Its body began to jerk and twitch as he crumpled, folding in on himself, growing smaller and smaller until it vanished entirely.

What will the Prince do. That single word made her freeze, already feeling a blood draining from her face. No. She thought. Not him. Not again, after everything. The Herondale girl took a several deep breaths, before letting her gaze fall on Alec who was helping Jace back to feet, and pulling his sleeve to inspect wound.

She heard Clary gasp in surprise and pain. She whirled around to see Isabelle holding Clary's wrist with her whip, "Stupid little mundie," Isabelle muttered. "You could've gotten Jace killed."

"He's crazy," Clary said, trying to pull her wrist back. The whip bit deeper into her skin. "You're all crazy. What do you think you are, vigilante killers? The police — "

"The police — even if they really arrive — won't be interested when there isn't any body." Genevieve shook her head.

Clary locked her emerald irises with Genevieve's sapphire ones, before her gaze fell back to where Eidolon was, just as Jace approached them cradling his arm, with Alec following him, his face screwed into a scowl.

"They return to their home dimensions when they die," said Jace. "In case you were wondering."

"Jace," Alec hissed. "Be careful."

"Alec, she already saw too much. There is no point in being careful now." Genevieve let out a small sigh.

Jace nodded in agreement, and drew his arm away, "Gen is right, Alec. She can already see us." He shook his blonde curls. "She already knows too much."

"So what do you want me to do with her?" Isabelle demanded.

"Let her go," Jace said quietly. Isabelle shot him a surprised, almost angry look, but didn't argue. The whip slithered away, freeing Clary's arm.

Alec hesitated for a long moment, "Maybe we should bring her back with us," Alec muttered. "I bet Hodge would like to talk to her."

"No way are we bringing her to the Institute," said Isabelle. "She's a mundie."

"Mundane with Sight." The Herondale girl corrected. And possibly even a Shadowhunter, she added mentally. "But I must agree with Alec, we should bring her with us back to Institute."

"Alec and Gen are right." Jace said softly. "Have you had dealings with demons, little girl? Walked with warlocks, talked with the Night Children? Have you—"

"My name is not 'little girl,'" Clary interrupted. "And I have no idea what you're talking about." Her voice shook slightly, "I don't believe in—in demons, or whatever you—"

"I believe you know what we are talking about, you saw already demon." Genevieve insisted.

"Clary?" It was a boy's voice, Genevieve's gaze fell on boy standing by the storage room door, with one of burly bouncers.

Her breath hitched. It was a boy who came to Pandemonium with Clary. He was stunning, to say at least, with straight dark brown hair and brown eyes and sharp cleverly crafted cheekbones.

"Are you okay?" The boy peered at Clary through the gloom. "Why are you in here by yourself? What happened to the guys — you know, the ones with the knives?" The Herondale girl let her sapphire irises flicker back and forth between Clary and the boy. It was quite obvious that he loved her, but also that it was one-sided.

Clary stared at him blankly, then looked behind her, where Jace, Isabelle, Genevieve and Alec stood, in disbelief, that nearly made Genevieve feel sorry. Nearly. But not quite. Jace grinned at her and dropped a half-apologetic, half-mocking shrug.

"I thought they went in here," Clary said lamely, looking down at her shoes. "But I guess they didn't. I'm sorry." She glanced from Simon, whose expression was changing from worried to embarrassed, to the bouncer, who just looked annoyed. "It was a mistake."

Isabelle let out a giggle, but Genevieve elbowed her and shot her a glare, that made her almost instantly silent.

Genevieve watched them leave, before slipping out through back doors, not bothering to wait for Lightwood siblings and Jace.

She instead, jumped on top of one roof of one house, watching over city and looking at stars, when few minutes later Clary and the boy leaving Pandemonium.

"I don't believe it," the boy said stubbornly, trying to catch taxi.

"I know," she agreed. "You'd think there'd be some cabs. Where is everyone going at midnight on a Sunday?" She turned back to him, shrugging. "You think we'd have better luck on Houston?"

"Not the cabs," the boy said. "You — I don't believe you. I don't believe those guys with the knives just disappeared."

Clary sighed. "Maybe there weren't any guys with knives, Simon. Maybe I just imagined the whole thing." That made Genevieve snort, as she shook her head. Herondale girl was sure Clary must be a Fairchild, there was no way she was not. And she knew it was a better protection for her friend — Simon — than to tell him anything.

Simon. So that was his name. She never got particularly interested in mundanes this way, she helped just when they needed a help, but like this never. She also felt bad for him and his one-sided love. There was nothing worse in world than one-sided love.

"No way." Simon raised his hand over his head, but the oncoming taxis whizzed by him, spraying dirty water. "I saw your face when I came into that storage room. You looked seriously freaked out, like you'd seen a ghost."

"Gen!" Isabelle shouted. She realized she had been staring intensely to where Simon and Clary stood a few moments ago.

"Yes?" She peered looking down at Alec, Jace and Isabelle. Jace and Isabelle smirked at her, while Alec was looking annoyed.

"We are going back to Institute, just wanted to let you know, in case you wanna stay here whole night." Isabelle grinned.

Genevieve rolled her eyes, before jumping off the roof, and landing gracefully in front of Lightwoods and Jace. Isabelle was almost instantly by her side, their arms already locked together.

"We are finally done for tonight." Alec sighed in relief.

"This night has been really interesting." Genevieve said thoughtfully.

"I am sure it was, especially for you." Isabelle teased. But Genevieve only shook her head, for first time choosing not to say anything else, as they headed back to Institute.