Clary POV

When they arrived at Magnus', the stars were already peeking out of the dark sky. The two silently walked into the building and went up the stairs. Raphael knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal a very glittery Magnus.

"Well it's about time you two showed up." Magnus said and turned around, walking away. Raphael and Clary looked at each other and walked inside.

"What did you find?" Raphael asked him, making his way to sit in one of Magnus' armchairs. Clary followed Raphael and sat on one of the arms of the chair. The two watched as Magnus picked something up from a table and made his way towards them.

"So I did some snooping around and found the same things that we three found at the hospital but I found this throughout the mess," Magnus held up the book. The book was completely old by the looks of it with a black binding. Demon scripture was writing across the top of it. "What does it say?" Clary asked.

"Being ancient, gives me the opportunity to learn different types of Demon Language. But I have not seen this language before, just glimpses," Magnus explained to them.

"But can you read it?" Raphael asked.

"Of course I can read it." Magnus snapped. "But only certain words."

Magnus sat across from them and set the book on the coffee table. He pointed to the first word. "This means Demon." Magnus scanned the words carefully and pointed to another word, "Spells." He scanned the rest of the words and then shook his head. "That's all I can decrypt."

"Well, that's not much help," Raphael muttered.

"You try to read it then," Magnus sneered.

"I would if I could, why do you think we needed your help?" Raphael argued back.

"I don't have to help you, you know. I can just poof you two out of here with all this stuff and make you go find another pet warlock to help," Magnus retaliated.

"Oh really, I like to see you -."

"Do you know anyone else that could possibly read that?" Clary eyed the book with curiosity; wondering what the book contained in itself and also wanting the two of them to shut up and focus.

"I did know someone that could but apparently he's dead," Magnus said to Clary. Ragnor Fell, Clary guessed.

Magnus picked the book up and tossed it to Raphael. Raphael opened the book and turned it so Clary could see it also. The book was written in the same language in the front but at least it had pictures on each page. Clary looked at the pages with wide eyes. Different types of Demons were sketched gruesomely here and there. Diagrams and symbols were drawn out in red ink.

"I'm guessing Jeremy knew how to read this," Raphael looked at Magnus and then looked back at the book.

"Yup, who knows what else that man knew," Magnus said with a dramatic sigh. "Plus he could've cast spells too but the thing about that is, how can a Shadowhunter cast a spell from a Demon book?" Magnus thought out loud.

Raphael continued to flip the pages but then Clary said, "Stop." She looked at a picture of a woman with dogs on both sides of her.

"What is it?" Raphael looked at Clary.

"I've seen this picture a lot in books at the Institute. It's Lilith, the mother of Warlocks," Clary explained to him. I've seen her somewhere else, too. But where?

"What's with the dogs?"

"They're Hell Hounds," she stated. "Why would she be in this book?" Clary mostly asked to herself.

Magnus loomed over the side and looked as well. "What I'm guessing is that this might be one of her spell books. Lilith is very smart for a demon, she could maybe help us with this if I can summon her," Magnus said lowly.

"How long will that take?" Raphael closed the book.

"Not long." He answered.

"Do you need any help?" Clary offered but Magnus shook his head.

"No, I'll ask someone else. Like Alec," Magnus smiled.

"Okay, now what?"

"Now, you two can leave so I can call Alexander," Magnus, with surprising strength grip the bottom of the chair and hefted it up so Clary and Raphael would get up. He then started to push them out of his home and finally shut the door in their faces.

"Well, wasn't that humble of him?" Raphael muttered.

"At least we're getting somewhere," Clary said, trying to be optimistic. It wasn't much but it was something. The left the building and walked to the motorcycle.

"You ready to go to the club?" Raphael asked her and he started the bike up.

Club… Dammit! I forgot about that! Clary slapped herself mentally.

"You forgot, didn't you?" She could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Shut up." Raphael laughed as he drove into the night.


Raphael had led Clary to a door. "Why am I here again?" Clary asked him.

"So Elizabeth can dress you up," Raphael answered.

Clary sighed, "The words that I dreaded to hear."

"It won't be that bad," he reassured her and knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal a brunette girl with a leather dress that practically could've suffocated her if she was even alive.

"You're here!" she exclaimed and pulled Clary, by her arm, into Elizabeth's room.

"I'll see you later Clary," Raphael yelled when Elizabeth slammed the door on him. Elizabeth tugged Clary to a room which she guessed it was the bedroom. As she entered the room, she couldn't help but think that the room resembled Isabelle's. Clothes were strewn everywhere, a large vanity table near the corner, not to mention that the room was hot pink. Clary shuddered.

"So, I have this dress that you have to wear to the club," Elizabeth said as she dug through a pile of clothes on the floor. Clary sat on the edge of the bed and sat quietly. "You know you can talk to me, right?"

"Well if did have anything to talk about, I would talk," Clary said back. Then something hit her face and dropped on her lap. She picked the fabric up and gaped at it. What Isabelle made Clary wear that time when they were going to go see Magnus, Clary was uncomfortable at how much the 'dress' revealed. But the dress that Clary held was the complete opposite of the other dress.

It was a black sleeveless dress with a pleated skirt. Clary looked up at the girl who gave Clary a smile. "Why are you just sitting there? Go to the bathroom and changed," Elizabeth ordered and Clary did as the vampire girl said.

Once the dress was on, Clary looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. The dress fell just above her knees and, to Clary's relief, covered a lot more skin then the dress Isabelle lent her. Clary was actually satisfied with the dress. She walked out the bathroom and looked at Elizabeth as she curled a final piece of her long hair. She looked at Clary and smiled.

"I knew you would look good in that," she said and grabbed Clary by her arm and tugged her in front of the mirror of her vanity table. Clary wanted to slam her head against the table when she saw all of the kinds of makeup Elizabeth had. She was not a fan of makeup.

"Close your eyes," Elizabeth ordered and Clary followed directions. She felt the girl's finger smudge something on her eyelids but didn't say anything about it. But Clary couldn't help but wonder why this girl, that was a stranger to her, wanted to make her look… pretty.

"Why are you doing this?" Clary blurted out before she could stop herself.

Elizabeth didn't stop what she was doing but answered, "I don't know, to be honest. But seeing Raphael actually happy with a girl that he really likes is something rare here. Nobody has ever seen him happy since…"

"Since what?"

"Since he was a human." Elizabeth finished. They stayed quiet as Elizabeth finished up Clary's eyes. "Open."

Clary opened her eyes to see them colored with black eye shadow and black eyeliner. "Why would you offer to do this for me when you don't necessarily know me well?" Clary asked as she watched the vampire girl open a tube of mascara.

"Because I'm that nice, look down for me." Elizabeth applied the mascara to Clary's eyes, telling her to look left or right or down. "I also asked to do this because Nephilim, as I heard and known, think they're higher than us because they have angel blood while every one of us Downworlders are part demon or whatever. But you're different by the looks of it."

"How do you know that I won't kill you?" Clary looked at Elizabeth.

"Because you have a kind heart. Yeah, I understand that you're new to this Shadow World and all but you're still the nicest Shadowhunter I've ever met." Elizabeth had finished Clary's makeup and plugged in a straighter. How does the electricity still work?

"Do you have any friends other than Raphael, who we both know is not just your friend?" Elizabeth asked while taking of piece of red hair in her slender fingers.

"No."

"Well, then, I'll be your friend here." She announced loudly.

"How do I know you won't drink me dry?" Clary asked with a small smile.

"Because I know Raphael would down right murder me if I drank your blood and, plus, I'm an old vampire so I learned how to control my desires to drink blood," she explained to Clary.

"Okay."

Elizabeth started to do some small talk with Clary as she did her hair but then it escalated to gossip which made Clary a bit uncomfortable.

"Done," Elizabeth set the tool down and hair sprayed Clary's hair. Clary looked different. To her, she looked a bit older but not too old. She liked it. Elizabeth gave a gasp, "I have the perfect shoes for you to wear!" She dug through her closet and Clary gave a small laugh.

Elizabeth handed the shoes to Clary. They were black stiletto ankle boots that made Clary taller. Elizabeth walked Clary over to the full body mirror so she can see the whole appearance. Clary did a double take, the dress hugged her waist, showing the curves on her waist and it made her legs look longer, the heels adding height. She had to admit, she looked hot.

"Now, are you ready to go?" Elizabeth offered Clary her arm. Clary smiled. Even though she didn't know Elizabeth that well, she could accept her being Clary's friend. Clary put her arm through the girl's.

"Let's go."


As they made their way up the stairs, other vampires were coming from below. Some looked at Clary but Elizabeth would glare at them, making them look away. Yup, she's a keeper.

"Have you ever been to a club before?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yeah, Pandemonium," Clary answered.

"Oh, well, Hell's Garden is way much better than Pandemonium." Elizabeth guaranteed. Clary smiled. When they reached the roof, it was slightly packed. The vampires riding motorcycles were giving others a lift while the rest went downstairs to walk instead. Clary looked around to see if Raphael was somewhere in the crowd.

Then she saw two figures walking towards them: Raphael and Elliot. Raphael's eyes looked her up and down and smiled with satisfaction. She blushed.

"You look beautiful," Raphael said while putting his arms around her waist.

"Thanks," Clary looked down, still blushing like crazy.

"You ready to go?" he asked her and she nodded. Clary looked at Elizabeth.

"Don't worry, I'll find someone to ride with," Elizabeth said and started to walk away but Raphael spoke up.

"Elliot wouldn't mind to give you a ride." She paused and tensed a bit. Elliot was wide eyed and looked at Raphael with a disbelieved look. "You won't mind, right?" Raphael gave Elliot a look which made him sigh and nod. Elizabeth stood a bit shocked but then walked with Elliot towards his ride.

"What's with them?" Clary asked curiously.

"They're in a complicated… relationship, per say." He said and the two watched Elizabeth and Elliot got on the bike. Then Raphael took her hand and led Clary to his bike.

"Um, how do I sit?" Clary asked while Raphael sat on his bike.

"Just sit like usual," Raphael said to her.

"But I'm wearing dress," Clary countered.

"Nothing's gonna show, you may feel a bit uncomfortable, but you'll be okay." He assured her and she sat like usual. Yes, it did feel uncomfortable but it was bearable. (I know you can't necessarily ride on a motorcycle with a dress on but let's just say we can -.-) He handed Clary his helmet and she put it on and then put her arms around his waist.

He yelled something to his clan members and then they shot off the roof, into the night.


Clary looked at the club in front of her. A long line waited against the building, rounding the corner.

"How are we going to get in?" Clary mostly asked herself but Raphael had overheard her and said, "We're not waiting in the line."

She gave him a questioning look but all he did was put his arm around her shoulder and led her and the clan, the ones that wanted to go clubbing, to the front where a big, scary bouncer stood.

Raphael and the bouncer looked at each other for a while but then the bounce smiled and moved aside to let them in.

"Hope you have fun, Raphael!" the bouncer called to him.

"I will," Raphael said back. All of them went down a long hallway and then entered Hell's Garden. People danced to the loud music that pumped through the speakers near the DJ booth. There was a bar near the right and people were getting all kinds of drinks but that wasn't what amazed Clary. UV lights were set up and moved around as people in glow-in-the-dark paint moved around. The colors were so vibrant and bright that Clary had to blink a few times. (I kinda got this idea from Teen Wolf :P Yeah, that episode when the twins turn Derek's loft into a glow in the dark party or whatever) Clary looked at the walls; they were decorated, well, like an exotic garden. The décor reaching up to the ceilings. Now she knows why they call it Hell's Garden.

"Do you like it?" Raphael yelled over the music.

"Yeah, it's really hectic!"

"Do you wanna dance?" he asked her as he dragged her to the dance floor. She shook her head.

"I don't know how to dance," she admitted.

"You don't have to know," he said as he pressed her to him. He guided her body with his as he helped her. She never knew that he could actually dance but there were a lot of things she didn't know about it. Raphael turned her around and they danced to the music. When they moved together, it felt like she's done this a thousand times with him. Clary danced to the music with him, laughing when she stumbled a bit but she didn't care and neither did Raphael.

When they finished dancing, Clary was panting. "Do you want to get a drink, preciossa?"

"I don't drink. Plus I'm sixteen, I can't drink," she said to him.

"You're a Shadowhunter, Clary. The drinking age for a Shadowhunter is sixteen."

"But what if I throw up or something?" Clary was a bit hesitant about drinking but it can't be that bad, right?

"I'll help you," he said with a smile and dragged her to the bar and they both sat on the stools.

"What can I get ya, mate?" the bartender said. Clary could hear the Australian accent in the man's voice.

"Two beers," Raphael said and the man went to go fetch the beers. Raphael looked at Clary and said, "If you don't want to drink, just tell me."

"No, I'll try it," Clary said with a smile and he nodded. The bartender came back with two ice cold beers and handed it to them. He eyed Clary suspiciously and in a flash his eyes turned into snake eyes but then went back to normal. Clary watched as the bartender left to attend to another customer.

Clary picked up the bottle and looked at it and then at Raphael, who tipped the bottle to his lips and drank. Clary took a breath and took a sip. She almost spit the substance out but forced herself to swallow and coughed.

Raphael chuckled and rubbed her back," Don't worry, it'll get better." And then she felt the warm sensation spread out through her body. It felt good. "Better?"

"Much," she replied. They drank for a while, the bartender coming back to replace the empty bottles with full ones. It didn't take long for the alcohol to make her drunk.

She tugged on Raphael's hand, "C'mon, let's go somewhere a bit more… private." She giggled while Raphael gave a grin.

"You're drunk," he stated.

"No, I'm not," Clary said with big smile, she continued to tug on his hand to who know where.

"Where do you want to go, Clary?" he asked as he chuckled at her state right now.

"Somewhere private," she pressed up against him and whispered in his ear, "so you can touch me. Everywhere."

Raphael POV

Raphael grabbed her around the waist and looked her in the eyes. Even though he wasn't as drunk as Clary was, he could feel the buzz of the alcohol in his system, messing with his brain a bit. He dragged her to a secluded place and pressed her against the wall.

He kissed her roughly as she let out a small sound. Raphael's lips trailed their way down to her neck. He could feel her fingers wind themselves in his hair, tugging and pulling. The faint beat of her pulse made his fangs skim the skin above it. Clary gave a soft moan and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. "If you want to bite me, you can," she whispered. Raphael was shocked. She couldn't say that to him, she was drunk; she wasn't thinking straight but there was something in him that wanted to drink, to mark her as his.

And that's what he did. He bit into her porcelain skin and she gave a gasp. He drank and Clary moaned in response. His hands roamed her body, making her shudder in pleasure. When he finished drinking, he made sure not to drink too much, he pressed his lips back to hers and shoved his tongue inside her mouth. One hand trailing down and he lightly touched her thigh. Clary gave short, hot breath and he trailed his hand up her thigh while the other fondled her breast. Raphael felt Clary's hand under his shirt, brushing over his torso and ended up to his back, scratching slightly.

Raphael's hand was about to brush against her but someone called his name. He leaned away from Clary to look at the person who called him: Jacob.

"What," Raphael growled as his hand left from under the dress and brushed softly against her waist.

"There's a fight in the middle of the club," Jacob explained.

"And?"

"Elliot's the one that's fighting."

Raphael immediately let go of Clary and looked directly at Jacob. He turned back to Clary and said, "Stay here, I'll be back." He then followed Jacob, leaving Clary behind.

Clary POV

Clary watched as Raphael left her by herself. She gave a frustrated sigh and then felt her stomach turn. She clutched her waist and felt the bile rising up. She made her way to a random door to see if it led to the bathroom but she ended up throwing up in an alley, holding the door for comfort. After her little episode, Clary gasped for some air. She looked back at the door and spotted a trash can and tugged it so it was between the door.

Clary leaned against the wall and breathed heavily. Her head was fuzzy and her throat burned. A few tear prickled her eyes but she shook her head. Where was her stele when she needed it?

When she was settled, Clary pushed herself away from the wall and started to make her way back inside when she saw a small figure at the end of the alley. It looked like a child.

"Hey!" she called to the kid but he/she just stood there. "Where are your parents?"

Clary started to walk towards the figure, but the headlight of a car flashed across the figure and it made Clary stop and gasp.

The figure had tasseled hair the covered the tops of his glasses. A manga book clutched against his chest. Clary felt like she couldn't breathe. No, this person was supposed to be dead. Murdered. But there he stood, looking impassive as ever.

The name passed through her lips in a soft whisper, "Max."


So sorry for the long time since then but I'm back and I hope you like this chapter. The club will continue into the next chapter and yes, i did give you a cliffhanger. My treat to you. Thank you for all of you that reviews my story! I heart you guys!

So i found out my friend has started fanfiction and that's really cool! She's an amazing writer so since she's a first timer go check her story out. Her name is AsianTwinkie1 and she's a good writer!

So I'll see you guys next time. BYE!