Paris, France | 2:00am Anyone else would have been annoyed at the very idea of being dragged out of bed in the dead of the night to go hunt demons, but when you're a Shadowhunter, you get used to it and eventually accept the fact that you will never really sleep enough. Luckily for the Parisian Shadowhunters, the trains ran all night. Laurent and the other Shadowhunters sat in the otherwise-empty train carriage. Laurent's two siblings, Remi and Cora, and Cora's parabatai Lillie sat across the carriage from him; he sat beside his beautiful girlfriend Madeleine, and her parabatai sat on her other side. Laurent wasn't too happy about this. He respected the fact that the parabatai bond was a sacred Shadowhunter tradition, but he couldn't help but feel a little jealous whenever Dylan was around Madeleine. Laurent took Madeleine's hand, entwined their fingers and kissed the back of her hand, before looking up and catching her piercing blue eyes with his own. "Good thing that no one sensible is up this late," he said in his low, husky voice. "I think this -- " he gestured to the group's various weapons, " -- would have attracted too much attention." They arrived at their stop. Laurent lead his group off the train and onto the chilly platform, all the while keeping hold of Madeleine's hand. "The demon report came from an abandoned hotel a few streets away from the Louvre," Laurent reiterated. They had heard this information before they had left, but it never hurt to make sure everyone knew what was happening. "Be careful, stay in threes, have each other's back." Los Angeles, California | 6:00am Isaac slid down the shingled roofing of the old LA manor house. He was thrown into the air, his white-blond hair catching the sunrise that was just peeking over the horizon. Isaac considered himself and his group lucky that it was still relatively dark; there was no way their antics would have evaded mundane eyes if this was the dead of the day. And, besides, they were trying to kill vampires. The sun turned out to be an invaluable weapon in that circumstance. Isaac landed, cat-like, on his feet in the manor's back garden just as his parabatai, Jackson, also leaped from the roof. "Well, that could have went better," Isaac announced, not caring he was playing Captain Obvious as Jackson landed beside him. Isaac slid his katanas back into their sheaths, which hung from his back, before turning to Jackson and asking, "Where are the girls? I don't think my mom will be happy if they're dead. Too much paperwork." As if an answer to his question, two girls burst out of the manor's back door, coughing, with a vampire at their heels. Isaac lazily pulled a dagger out of his weapons belt and hurled it at the vamp; it stuck her in the eye, and she retreated back into her dark lair. Isaac smirked at Charlotte and his sister Carla, before stepping towards them with Jackson in tow. "I'm assuming you weren't much more productive than we were, Charlotte," said Isaac. He singled Charlotte out specifically because he enjoyed taunting her. "Well, all, I guess we can unanimously confirm that that was a flop. I mean, at least we set the house on fire and they're all going to die, but we could have done it without alerting the entire state of California to our presence. I call dibs on not telling my mother. Now, let's get the hell out of here before we smoke ourselves to death." Melbourne, Victoria | 12:00pm Rosalie strode past Flinders Street Station with her parabatai in tow. She loved Melbourne; she loved the beautiful architecture, the culture and the food dynasty. She even loved the people, the vast multiculturalism depicted in one city. Rosalie was honest in saying that she even loved the Downworlders -- she had met some pretty hot vampire guys and there was an awesome werewolf bar on Collins Street. But she hated the demons. Rosalie kept a hand on a dagger at her belt as she and Cooper wove through the massive midday Melbourne crowds, ready to attack if needed. For the millionth time, Rosalie thanked the Angels for the glamour that kept the two Shadowhunters out of sight; they were able to duck into a deserted side alley without detection. "Come here," said Rosalie. She flicked her hair over her shoulder as she grabbed Cooper's right arm, whipped out her stele and began to carve runes into the boy's tanned skin. Any rune was powerful, but no rune, not even the ones Clary Fray in New York cut out of her own mind, could contest the power of a rune drawn by your parabatai. Rosalie made sure she and Cooper were decked out in runes before they went on any hunt. She finished the runes of Strength and Speed on his forearm, so Rosalie turned him around and lifted up his shirt and jacket, carving the Agility rune into the small of his back. "So, after this, you wanna go to Minotaur and pick up that Game of Thrones figurine you wanted?" That was so Rosalie -- to discuss meaningless plans nonchalantly right before she went to kill some demons. After she finished Cooper's runes, she shrugged off her jacket. "Can you give me a couple of iratzes, too?" she asked. "I'm still not healed after that freaking demon bite from the night before." London, England | 1:00am Ainsley was dreaming about fields full of flowers, before she was abruptly shaken awake. "Ungh?" she grunted, turning around frantically and getting tangled up in her bedsheets. The light flickered on, and Ainsley peeled her sleep-filled eyes open to see her baby sister Sydney standing over her. Sydney's eyes were wide with terror, and she was shaking, crying. After Ainsley asked her what was wrong, Sydney replied in a voice that cracked with fear in every syllable, "There was something outside my window. A ... a demon, I think. It was all black, and it looked like it wore clouds." Ainsley shook her head, sat up and hugged her sister. She knew Sydney had been dreaming, but Ainsley's heart still ached as she saw her sister upset. That was what the initiation into the Shadowhunter life did to you -- even if you had literally been born into this lifestyle, becoming a Nephilim was no picnic. After Sydney was sitting in the kitchen was a hot cup of milk, Ainsley dashed upstairs to Raiden's bedroom and opened the door. He was awake for some reason. "Sydney had that dream again," she said, wiping sleep out of her own eyes. "She's been having them more and more since she started training."