As promised, here is chapter 6 (which is a direct continuation to chapter 5) I know i could've just made it all one chapter but my anxiety wouldn't permit me to do so.

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DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME, THEY BELONG TO THE TALENTED CASSANDRA CLARE.

Chapter 6

Clary felt anger course through her body as she stared at the piece of paper before her. She tore the page out of her sketchpad, crumpled it up and toss it at her bedroom door. How could a complete stranger be such a pain in the ass?

She placed her sketchbook in the drawer of her night stand and scooted up against the headboard. She hardly fought with Simon but when she did, it was exhausting. She sighed and reached for the switch on the lamp, defeated. Right then, her phone buzzed: a message from Simon.

Meet me at the old hotel on 5th street, I need to talk to you.

Without even thinking, she immediately got dressed and snuck out of her house. She'd snuck out several times before but her mom never noticed.

When Clary arrived, she was taken aback by how dead this placed look. The windows were blocked off by pieces of hammered wood. Moss had begun to grow in the cracks of the walls. The place was completely abandoned. She wondered why Simon chose to talk to her here at 1 in the morning.

She took out her phone and hesitantly texted: I'm here.

Ding.

I'll be right out.

Clary felt uneasy. Mostly afraid of what he would say to her. She thought about that on the way over.

A hand rested on her shoulder, interrupting her thoughts

Startled, she turned saying, "Simon?". It wasn't him.

"You must be Clary, I'm Raphael. Camille will be pleased to see you" he said with a charming smile.

"Who..Where the hell is Simon"

"He's not in hell, I can assure you that much. He's alright for now. Your friend has gotten himself into quite the situation. If you want him to live, you'll have to come with me. Sorry for the cliché, it's as old as I am" he was now grimacing down at the girl.

"Take me to him" she said fiercely.

Surprised with her quick response, Raphael smiled and motioned her to follow him. She was brave, he gave her that much.

The inside of the building looked nothing like the outside. Marble flooring covered the grounds of the building, lavish antiquities filled each room, a massive crystal chandelier hung in the corridor; it was elegant. What a deceiving exterior, she thought. After climbing up several flights of stairs, they arrived at the last floor. The floor was dedicated solely to one large room. Raphael led her in.

When Clary saw him, she nearly fell to the floor. Blood stained his neck and shirt, his head fell forward awkwardly, and he was still tied up, shenearly shrieked.

"Simon! No. Simon please", she ran to him.

"Relax, he's fine. He's just merely unconscious" Camille entered the room.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HIM" She screamed at the woman.

"Nothing that could cause injury, I had a little taste is all"

"A taste? His blood?" she said purely disgusted

"You don't know either? Hmm." She said raising her eyebrows then added, "Well, its what our kind do, we feed on blood to keep strong. It satisfies our eternal hunger" Camille said, licking her fingers where Simon's blood stained them.

"Your kind..? feed?"

"Vampires.." It was Raphael who spoke now.

"I don't understand any of this.. this isn't making any sense. Why are you doing this"

"Are all mundanes like this? I'm bored." Camille said before disappearing from the room.

"Where ..how did she do that?" Clary was stunned.

Raphael winked before saying, "Don't try anything stupid". Then he was gone too.

Clary placed a gently hand on Simon's face. He started to wake up.

"Clary?"

"Simon, you're okay, oh thank God you're okay" She embraced him trying to be gentle.

"Clary…you shouldn't be here"

"I'm always going to be here for you Simon. It's us, you know that"

"No, this is a game they're playing. They never wanted me, they want you"

"They can have me. I would die before I let anything happen to you"

She kissed Simon gently on the lips and added, "I'm going to get us out of here"

She started to look around the room. She didn't remember the way Raphael came up here. She was too focused on Simon. A shiny object caught her eye on the table. It looked like a butter knife, she could use this as a weapon. Clary was never the violent type, but such occasions called for dire actions. She grabbed the knife and held it firmly behind her back.

"What are you doing? Clary… its no use"

"Sshh..I have a plan"

Clary began to shout frantically, "Help! Help!"

Raphael was now standing at the entrance of the door, angry. He said something under his breath that Clary couldn't understand.

"I just wanted to know um, if Simon could leave. He told me that you wanted me so is it necessary for him to be here?" The knife was still firm in her hand.

"We can't let the mundane go, its to risky" he replied in a low voice.

"Well, that's too bad.." Before he could ask what she meant, Clary threw the knife with a force that caused the butter knife to penetrate the skin on his chest. Clary stood there with a mortified expression, Raphael was smiling at her.

"For someone who doesn't know that they are of the Nephilim, you sure act like one"

"How are you not dead?" She asked purely astonished.

"Like I said, I'm a vampire" he said taking a step closer "I can not die" he took another step forward inching towards Clary, "but if you try that again" he was now inches away from her face, "there will be severe consequences" he said grabbing her face to get a better look at her neck. He licked his lips before slowly moving her head back so that her eyes were leveled to his.

"There will be no other warning. You and your friend are going to be here for a while so I suggest you make yourself comfortable"

Clary snapped her back and made a sound of disgust, this made Raphael grin. He left the room so quickly, no sound was made.