Okay so there are a few things about this story that differ from the books, for instance Valentine never became evil and instead used his talent and intelligence to become a very well known shadow hunter and a prominent member of the Clave. His daughter and son, Jonathon and Clarissa, are the top shadow hunters of their generation and among the greatest of the adults as well. Clary and Jonathon have more angel blood in their veins than other shadow hunters, thus giving them their talent. Clary and Jonathon are sent down to New York as their first stop to investigate a greater demon problem that has come to the Clave's attention by an anonymous source recently.

Disclaimer: I don't own Mortal Instruments. Damn!! Or any of the other characters *throws something across the room and it shatters* Cassandra Clare does, *bangs head against wall repeatedly, then screams non-stop* god these disclaimers are gonna kill me, they're so depressing

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I staggered a bit, losing my balance and landing on my knees. The wet grass stained my light, ripped jeans, and the palms of my hands. I would never get used to traveling by portal. Jonathon landed beside me, managing to stand on his feet and not fall, but teetering ever so slightly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the outline of the portal I'd drawn back in Idris fade into the brick wall.

"Okay, so first we find the Institute. You've got the address right?" I ask J (Jonathon), attempting to pull a map out of my overstuffed backpack.

"Really Clary?" he asks, as if I'm the biggest disappointment in his life, "We're in New York City, with no parental units, and you still want to do what they told us, and go straight to the institute, like a good little girl?"

"Um, yeah," I say, what else would we do?

"Well, I say we do something fun for once! All we do is train all day, and then we do what they tell us to do. Then we discuss "important clave issues" (he says this in a mocking voice). And then we do what they tell us to do, then we train some more, and then we do what they tell us to do. See a pattern here?" he asks. He's got a point, as much as it pains me to admit it.

"C'mon Clary lets go have some fun, just follow me." I did, rather reluctantly though. We walked through a number of alley until we saw a flashing sign saying "Pandemonium: all ages club" a few blocks down. "Perfect," J said under his breath. He hurried along, tugging me behind.

When we approached the club we slipped inside. Pandemonium was pulsating with multicolored lights and bad trance music was blasting through the speakers. Bodies were packed like sardines on the dance floor and off to the sides every booth was filled with packs of teens. J was smiling from ear to ear, looking like he was in heaven.

"Hey you wanna dance?" said a gruff voice behind me. I turned around to see a big guy easily in his twenties eyeing me up and down, from my scuffed off-white converse, past my light jeans to my light pink v-neck. His eyes lingered on the v part of the top and I shivered. Creep. J's smile immediately dropped.

"Sorry, she can't." J said threateningly and steered me farther into the club. His mood seemed to have dampened a bit; he'd always been a bit overprotective of me. Well in certain ways, I thought as he handed me some type of alcoholic beverage, that's a strange pink color. I eyed it warily, and J shouted over the music, his smile shining once again,

"C'mon Clary drink it, live a little!" as the alcohol ran down my throat it burned and I looked up, my eyes watering a bit. So when I see 5 teenage boys disappear into a storage closet followed by a stealthy group of two boys and a girl holding knives, I think I'm already drunk. But I blink a couple times, and I'm sure they're there.

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