Summary: Clary Graymark daughter of the current werewolf pack leader, Lucian. Found herself being a hostage in which Valentine tries to get a hold of her mother. Mortal Clary/Vampire Jace

A/N: Yay! Here is the second chapter of Vampire Princess. Thank you to all of you that reviewed, favorited, and alerted this story. They're encourages me to keep on writing :) I do not and will not own TMI

NOTE: I'm using movie Jace eye-color

I just own the plot.

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The Vampire Princess

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Valentine paused, glancing at Jocelyn who stood terrified beside Lucian.

He smirked.

"You know what I want."

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"Don't give him what he wants!" Clary screamed through the agonizing pain when Valentine slapped her because of her mouth.

"You monster!" Lucian howled at his rival angry at the way his daughter was being man-handled.

Valentine focused back on Lucian.

"My offers stands for a week. After a week she will become a blood mule to my son." Valentine grinned widely, showing his blood red fangs to them amazed; he pushed the girl toward a vampire with golden blond haired with bright azure eyes that had a tint red within them.

The blond vampire grasped Clary's arms, making her looked up into his waiting eyes before she bit down on his arm hard; releasing her. The blond vampire howled in pain as Clary skipped toward her father hearing the angry roar behind her. She was almost there. Just a few more steps and she be safe. Maria face came in view, and then she let out a bloody scream making Clary turn around just in time to be slammed onto the dirt ground roughly, as Valentine pinned her.

A tip of a sword pressed against Valentine's neck coldly and very sharply. Lucian's eyes blazed angry down at him.

"Let her go, or you die by my sword tonight." He hissed, watching many of Valentine's followers came closer to help their fallen leader. Lucian pressed the blade deeper and they halted in fear. Valentine gagged angry, trashing making Clary gasped even more in pain. She could feel his curses deep down inside her. She had turned the tides of this little game. He either get up and leave her be or die by her father's sword. Valentine didn't move anymore than that. He seemed to be in deep thought before Clary looked to her right to the same vampire that she had dare to bit. She was confused by his actions. He was faster than her. He would surely caught up, but for some unknown reason he kept back. His azure eyes didn't shown any pain but only pity at her. Something that made her stomach twist in displeasure. She didn't like to be taken pity upon.

He shown no fear for his father.

Not a bit and that was when it hit her. Valentine had something in his sleeve once more...but this stranger his son...he was handsome. He wore his standard vampire military armor which was made in the finest leather due of his high rank. A prince. He has a bow strapped to his back and a dagger strapped to his thigh.

His hair was mid-length that reached his shoulders. It was golden as the sun and Clary found herself daze from it. Was all young vampires this handsome? or was it just him?

Clary became still.

"I don't think this is a good idea my dear friend." Valentine bit out by his sword.

"Why is it not? All you have to do is to leave and you get to live." Lucian respond to the vampire lord's comment.

"Because this will not help you or her in the long run." and with that there was a explosion from a distance and a falling building fell down shaking the ground, filling everywhere with smoke and ash. Lucian coughed rapidity, as well as everyone. Lucian's hold on his sword loosen, and the vampire easy knocked the blade away from him.

He hold onto Clary, forcing her to stand. Her coughs drew everyone's attention.

"D-DAD-cough-cough-" Her eyes watered, as the vampire pulled her away throwing her once more to the blond haired angel. He caught her,

"Take her away!" Valentine ordered.

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He put a god forsaken spike collar around her neck that was hooked to a chain leash like she was some sort of animal. This made her angry. She was stripped from her weapons and her armor. She was then pushed around to vampire to vampire who had commented on her strangely color-hair.

"She will turn by the end of the week." One vampire commented to another when the vampire prince dragged her into the castle. The castle was located 30 miles from her camp to the coast. She didn't make it easy for the prince to bring her. She spit at one vampire couple who had dare touch her hair and try to cut a piece to sell.

The prince just watched her with a lop-sided smile.

Clary didn't wanted to be treated as an animal, but when she was in this deep of a lion den and around something she really loathed she couldn't help being spiteful. It was in her nature. She missed her friends. She missed her mother and father. She wanted to know if they're alright.

"Mi'lord you should teach your human of its proper place." Hodge; the vampire's king adviser told the vampire prince.

"I don't think it's any of your concern on what to do with her, Adviser." The vampire prince replied coldly to the old man who had paled under his words.

Hodge bowed lowly, panicked.

"Of course mi'lord I don't mean any offense." He stumbled.

"I hope not. It would be a shame if my father lose his adviser so early in the year." Cold azure eyes pierce into Hodge's.

Clary watched the exchange curiously. The vampire prince tugged on the chain softly, to let her know to walk once more. He lead her to several hall ways. The prince was cold, she could tell from what she had seen just a few seconds ago.

When they came to a room, he opened the door. Clary hesitated before walking in, and then the prince closed the door behind him. The room was decorated in royal blue colors. It had just one twin size bed.

He kneed down on one knee, the prince, and she wondered what he was going to do. Was he going to bite her? Was she going to turn now? She paled at such thoughts.

His eyes was gone of the cold sharp ones, when he unhooked the chain and collar from her neck.

"I'm sorry for that, but in my land, your kind have to wear these things in public if your not married to one of my kind." The prince smiled sadly at her and she froze even more to this.

Was he being kind?

or was he taunting her?

The vampire prince kept on talking,

"My name is Jace."