The names that are like this: Clary (for example) are the names of the third-person pov the chapter is in.


Clary Fray and Simon Lewis were standing outside the Pandemonium club, waiting for the long line to slowly crawl itself into the two large double doors and past the four creepy Fae bouncers. Not that they knew she knew they were Fae.
Clary peered around the many teenagers and adults standing in the queue. Her eyes scanned all the faces and she cringed and was disgusted when she noticed a demon standing with a girl and she touched her stele and seraph blade. She looked at Simon, her mundie friend.

See, she was a Shadowhunter. A demon-killer. She wasn't meant to know of this world, but she did. She hadn't hidden her discovery from her mother and her step-father, Luke. They told her about her father, Valentine Morgenstern, was a villain. He experimented with his children. She knew of an evil brother of hers who was touched by demon blood, and thanked the Angel that she was touched by the Angel. The pale star-shape on her arm proved that. She constantly thanked her lucky stars that they were dead.

"Simon, I'll meet you inside. I've just seen someone I know." She excused herself from her best friend.
"Sure, Clary. Just text me or something if you can't see me." Simon said. He let Clary do anything as long as it wasn't too dangerous. If only he knew just how dangerous I live my life, Clary thought.
Clary went past the queue, making sure to brush her fair, soft arm against the dark, rough skin of the demon. She tried not to grimace at the contact and instead settled for a flirtatious smile of apology, knowing full well that the demon would follow her. After all, she was quite pretty. For a short red-head.