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The second Tessa entered the club, she turned to ask Will a question, but he had already vanished, lost in the crowds.

"Thanks a lot," she muttered under her breath, turning to face the club.

It was darkly lit, with a disco ball in the centre of the ceiling, flashing all sorts of colours onto the dancing crowds below. Tessa felt the need to grope around the dimly lit club because she could barely see anything. On the other side of the large room she stood in, she could see a bar, and between her and that bar were hundreds of sweaty, dancing bodies.

Much to her relief, the club's patrons appeared to be human enough. She saw no evidence of Downworlders. Then she remembered what she'd been told – sometimes, Downworlders were not so easily distinguished from mundanes. Stifling a shudder, she moved forward. And that was when she realized that many of the patrons were not human at all.

A handsome boy turned to face her, with pale skin and blue eyes. His mouth gaped open, and she saw fangs. In terror, she stumbled backwards, and instead bumped into a girl with bright blue skin.

"Oof!" grunted the girl. "Watch where you're going!"

Tessa couldn't help it – she stared. The girl had bright auburn hair and pointed ears – she had to be a faerie. Remembering Will's warning and what she'd read in the Codex about the Fair Folk and how they loved to manipulate humans, her senses went on high alert.

"I-I-I'm sorry," she stuttered.

The faerie girl's eyes narrowed; she had noticed Tessa staring at her. "Who are you?" she asked.

"Someone new to the club," Tessa stammered.

The faerie girl's eyes remained narrowed. "I see." Then, seemingly out of nowhere, she produced a drink. "Well, welcome to the Pandemonium Club. Fancy a drink?"

Tessa stared at the drink. It was hot pink – she'd never seen such a pink drink before. "Um…"

"Just a sip," the girl coaxed. "It's my own concoction, you know."

She pushed it into Tessa's hand. Up close, the drink smelled sweet, inviting. Tessa yearned to put the glass to her lips and swallow it. Almost unthinkingly, she began to raise the glass.

"Tessa! There you are!"

Tessa turned, expecting to see Will, but instead she met a tall, lean man. The shape of his eyes gave him a somewhat Asian look, and he had brown skin. He seemed to be wearing glitter around his eyes, and was wearing one of the most flamboyant outfits Tessa had ever seen – hot pink pants, a long overcoat (with no shirt underneath) and a brightly coloured shawl. As he turned to face Tessa, though, she saw his eyes.

They had slit pupils, like the eyes of a cat.

A warlock, Tessa realized, remembering that every warlock had something about them that distinguished them from being human.

"I told you not to go wandering away from me," he scolded her playfully. He looked up. "Sorry, Hyacinth. Has she been bothering you?"

The faerie girl looked at the man with the eyes of a cat. "No, not in the slightest," she said. She looked again at Tessa. "It was nice meeting you." With that, she turned and disappeared into the crowd.

The cat-eyed man turned to look at Tessa. "Let's go find Will," he said, and pulled her away.

Hurrying to keep up with him, Tessa panted, "Who are you?"

The warlock man looked back at her, his eyes twinkling. "Me? I'm Magnus Bane."

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Will elbowed his way past a couple of dancing mundanes. They looked around in confusion, then shrugged and continued dancing.

He wasn't sure what he was looking for – suspicious behaviour, perhaps? Something along those lines. He felt a little bad for abandoning Tessa, but he had to scout the club, see if he could get any useful information.

Worming through the densely knit crowd, he spotted a group of people sitting at a table. They seemed to be separate from the rest of the club's patrons, and upon closer inspection, Will saw that they were Downworlders – a couple of vampires, werewolves, even a faerie or two. He made his way towards them and stood a few yards away from them.

"I hate the smell of mundanes," one of them was saying. A werewolf. As far as Will knew, the Moon's Children had caused no trouble to any mundanes so far. As he watched, the werewolf gazed with disdain at the laughing, jumping teenagers a few steps away from him, then he snorted.

"Keep your voice down," hissed another one of them, this time a vampire girl. She sipped elegantly from a glass of what looked like red wine – Will suspected very much that it wasn't. "We don't want to be caught."

"Oh, for God's sake," said the werewolf. Hearing his emphasis on the word God, the vampire girl glared at him, shooting daggers with her eyes. Several of the other Downworlders chuckled at seeing the vampire girl's anger, and she snarled, whirling round to face them.

"Fighting already, children?" came an amused voice. Out of the crowd materialized another two Downworlders – a pair of warlock women. They wore garishly bright clothes and elbow-length gloves. One was short and plump, the other tall and thin. They looked very different, but even from a distance, Will could see that both their eyes glittered with cruelty. The other Downworlders stiffened, and those who were standing stood to attention.

"No, Dark Sisters," they chorused like little schoolchildren.

Will's ears perked up. He listened more intently. The Dark Sisters were an infamous pair of warlock sisters, known for breaking Covenant Law but somehow managing to evade the grasp of the Clave. They practised dark magic, and there were rumours in Downworld that they tortured and experimented on mundanes. If the Dark Sisters were involved, it had to be serious. Seriously evil.

"Good," said the tall and thin Dark Sister. "Because Mrs. Black and I would hate it if you were to misbehave here, in the presence of so many mundanes."

The Downworlders shifted uncomfortably.

Mrs. Black spoke. "Do not forget that you are all in the employ of the Magister. It is he who has allowed you your liberty, the freedom that the Nephilim have denied you."

"We know, we know," said the vampire girl hastily.

Mrs. Dark's eyes narrowed. "I hope you appreciate his generosity," she said softly. "Or would you rather bend to the Law and the Accords which the Shadowhunters have imposed onto us?"

"No," chorused the Downworlders.

"Then remain faithful to the Magister," the Dark Sisters said in unison. "For soon, the Magister's plan will be enacted. The Shadowhunters will cease to be a problem, and you will have all the freedom you desire."

The vampire girl's mouth stretched wide in a ghastly smile, and the werewolf began to laugh.

Will had heard enough. He turned and left.

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"Magnus who?" Tessa asked.

"Magnus Bane. Didn't the Shadowhunters at the Institute tell you?" At Tessa's blank look, Magnus sighed. "I guess not."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. The Shadowhunters aren't a very grateful people."

"Then explain to me who you are."

"I'm the London Enclave's Downworld source," Magnus said proudly. "I'm the one who told them about the Pandemonium Club and that rogue Downworlders have been ordered to attack mundanes."

"By who?"

"Well, if I knew, you wouldn't be here now, would you?"

There was a tap at Tessa's shoulder, and she turned to see Will. He looked tense and grim. Glancing past her, he nodded to Magnus. "Hi, Magnus."

"Hello, Will," said Magnus cheerfully. "It seems you forgot to tell Tessa here about me."

"Must've slipped my mind," Will muttered, then turned to Tessa. "Tessa, we have to go. I've found out – stuff."

"All right," Tessa said, not without relief. She turned to Magnus. "It was lovely meeting you, Mr. Bane."

"Please, call me Magnus," said the warlock. "Goodbye for now, Tessa. I'm sure we'll meet again very soon."

Tessa turned and followed Will away. As she was about to leave, she glanced back, but Magnus had disappeared into the crowd as if he'd never existed at all.

One of you kind reviewers mentioned Magnus and suggested that Tessa meet him, and I thought that was an awesome idea. What did you guys think? Reviews please!