Clary sighed and stretched as she appeared in Alicante, closing her eyes and inhaling the smell of fresh air. She was standing on a hill that overlooked the city, waiting for the others to appear. She stopped suddenly and her eyes flew open – something was wrong, very very wrong. She could smell burning – her eyes scanned around and landed on the glass city itself. There was a thin layer of smoke above one of the buildings. A feeling that was all too familiar began to build in the pit of her stomach. She turned instantly to look at the portal but suddenly she was thrown to the ground. Something had hold of her as they went rolling down the steep incline. The creature held her from behind but she knew by the smell that it was of demonic origin. It had claws; she knew that mainly because they were digging into her arms, as blood began to flow freely. She cried out both in fear and pain – she had never like rolocosters but this was something else completely, breath was knocked out of her at the speed they were going. She continued to struggle but the creatures grip only increased, she cried out as small rocks and stones hidden in the grass grazed her skin. She felt anger begin to build in her stomach – that was it! She wriggled and squirmed as she continued to elbow the creature. She gritted her teeth as its claws dug deeper into her flesh but she carried on. Once one hand was free she stretched out and clawed at the earth – making her slide a bit but she finally stopped. She wondered for a second if her completion was green – she really really didn't like rolocosters. She had only a second to compose herself and sit up before the smelly heathen was on her again – pinning her to the ground. It sat on her chest, constricting her breathing as its clawed hands dug into her wrists and kept them by her head. From the look of it, it was no wonder why it smelled. It had full black eyes and sharp yellow pointed teeth – its skin was dark blue and seemed to be pulled tightly over its skull. It had no eyelids or lips, its black tongue hanging out and dripping black slime everywhere. Clary gagged, it was the most repulsive thing she had ever seen.

"No wonder he wants you." It hissed as it leant towards her – its tongue flicking out towards her face as if it wanted some kind of demonic make out session, Clary wasn't having that. She groaned and brought her legs up from behind the thing, wrapping them around its throat – thank god she was flexible. She pulled her legs back down to the ground and the creature with them. Its claws became frenzied – slashing out, she screamed as one made contact with her thigh. She released it and kicked it away – ruffling up her skirt quickly. She froze in shock, her thigh sheath was gone. She looked up startled to the hill she had just rolled down – it was near the friging top! She did sigh in relief when she saw figures making fast down the hill towards her – the front one she recognised as Jace. She rolled onto her knees and pushed herself up, making for the gang when it jumped on her from behind - again!

"Get off me!" She screeched as its weight began to crush her as its smell made her choke. It was lying on top of her and held both her hands behind her back in just one of its own.

"No chance." It spat right in her ear making her flinch. She struggled violently but all it did was laugh. She felt tears forming in her eyes – why didn't she mark herself?!

She felt it's free hand scrape a trail from her ankle to her calf – lifting her skirt up as it went. She froze ice shooting threw her veins. It passed over her knee and she began to fight again – this time tears streamed down her face.

"JACE!" She screamed – terror consuming her completely. Before she could blink both the weigh and the smell were suddenly gone. She pulled herself up onto her knees immediately and crawled a short distance away before being violently sick. Her body trembled as she coughed and spluttered, she could feel blood flowing down her arms but she couldn't bear to look. Hands were suddenly gently raking her hair out of her face – she didn't flinch because she knew it was Jace. She continued to cough and pant as she tried to calm her breathing.

"What the hell!" Alec panted as he came to a stop across from Jace and Clary. She closed her eyes and just concentrated on getting what just happened out of her mind.

"Clary – are you – alright?" Isabelle panted as she came to a stop next to her brother, leaning on him for support – that was one steep hill.

"Well that's dead – whatever it was." Simon grumbled as he wiped his hands. Vampire speed really came in handy. He was still worried by the fact that a demon was in the Alicante in the first place – the shields were up.

"What was it?" Clary groaned as she moved away from her sick and lay down, looking at the sky.

"I don't know." Jace whispered in reply, his face was hiding something as he bent over Clary and started to mark her skin with an Iratze. That scared her – was there a type of demon that Jace didn't know about.

"God! I'm going to have to re-apply my top coat." Magnus almost growled as he began to walk towards Clary.

"I see you had a run in with an Azazel demon – no wonder you threw up." He stated nonchalantly as he knelt down next to her and began to inspect her injuries.

"An Azazel demon?" Alec questioned, sounding as if Magnus had lost the plot.

"Yes, they are created of very dark and dangerous magic and for specific purposes. I don't know how such evil magic got past the shield though – something must be wrong." He continued, apologising as Clary winced when he touched her leg.

"What purposes?" Jace asked in a dangerously calm tone.

"Mainly – to locate. Like sniffer dog's apart from the fact that once they find the target they don't mind having a bit of fun with it first." Magus continued and Clary's stomach retched again.

"Oh my dear you've gone green." Magnus stated as he checked her scalp – of course she had gone green!

"Fun?" Simon stated – "he would have to wouldn't he?" Clary screamed in her head.

"Yes, they prey on females mainly – so when they find the target they...." He was about to finish when Clary sat up.

"Stop talking about it!" Clary shouted, ignoring her pain as she stood up and rubbed her temple. The group stared at her for a second before Isabelle broke the silence.

"I'm just surprised at how it got the drop on you. You have been doing so well lately." She stated with a concerned look at Clary.

"I wasn't marked." Clary stated, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

"What?" Jace asked in almost anger.

"You heard me – I wasn't marked." She stated again as she opened her eyes and took in his expression. Strangely it was more like hurt than anger – the rest of the group stood silent.

"Why?" He asked the deadly calm returning.

"Because I'm human and I forgot okay – I didn't think a stupid party would turn into a wrestling match and a smelly ass demon feeling me up! Okay!" She replied, her voice rising as her anger built up. She didn't even wait for his reply as she stormed past him and made towards the city.

"Where are you going?" He asked catching her arm.

"To Amatis', Luke and my mum are probably here already along with Maia and I need to clean up. Then I am going to find out what the hell is going on." She sighed, her anger disappearing when she looked at Jaces face – like it always did.

"Are you coming?" She finished with a slight smile – he just nodded in response wrapping an arm around her waist.

"I take it were following?" Simon asked as they all followed Jace and Clary discussing what could be going on.

"Are you alright?" Jace whispered into her ear and she nodded, giving him a reassuring smile.

"I'm fine, just took me by surprise bit." She sighed as she leaned into him. He bent down to kiss her head but pulled back immediately when his lips made contact.

"That bad?" She groaned and he laughed.

"Nothing a shower can't fix." He smiled and she groaned again.