"Just listen for a moment, will you?" Clary screamed at the vampire pinning her against the wall, his fangs exposed and glistening in the dim lighting of the abandoned hotel. After arriving at Dumort, Jace and Clary were promptly attacked by a large group of vampires, many of which tried to feed off of them. The apparent leader, a teenage boy with darker skin and sharp teeth, was holding Clary against the wall.

"Why should I listen to you, daughter of Valentine? Your father's done enough for me already," he sneered, a slight accent lingering in his voice.

"Please, we're not against you," Clary pleaded. She had her seraph blade and could easily get the vampire off of her, but she knew that fighting back was not the best way to gain trust. "We're part of the resistance against my father. We're trying to gain the vampires as an alliance."

The vampire's eyes narrowed and he hesitantly loosened his grip on Clary. He didn't remove his hands, but he stopped applying pressure. "Why should I believe that?"

Jace, politely for once, answered for her. He was being held back by two other vampires, each grabbing an arm. "Lucian Graymark sent us. He's the head of the New York pack, in case you didn't know." The vampire's eyes widen and Clary knew that Lucian's name must be pretty well known. And important. "We're trying to help him rise against Valentine and retake your rights. Downworlders have been treated poorly ever since the War, and we intend on changing that."

Clary closed her eyes with relief as she watched the leader seem to finally understand. He pulled his hands from her and took a step back. His friends did the same, dropping their grips on Jace and stepping aside. "I'm Raphael," the leader said.

"I'm-"

"I know who you are, Clarissa Morgenstern," Raphael said slyly, smiling slightly and crossing his arms. "And same to you, Jace Herondale." Jace looked shocked that he knew his name, but quickly hid his emotions. Clary wondered if his name was just as popular as her father's around here. He was a good Shadowhunter. It wouldn't surprise Clary if he was a popular figure.

"Now, what exactly does Graymark have planned?" the vampire added. "It'd be foolish to blindly join this."

Clary and Jace exchanged a look of concern. Lucian still hadn't given them many details on how this whole "resistance" thing was going to pan out. They just knew they were supposed to recruit people. "Well, uhh," Clary started, using her hands to try to explain. "You see, we're thinking-"

Luckily, Jace cut her off before she ruined their chances. "Lucian plans on rebelling attacking the Glass City on the day of the next Clave meeting. Valentine will be there, as will many other important figures. If we have enough Downworlders and Shadowhunters, we should be able to overtake them quickly. And it we'll have surprise on our side - they have no idea we're planning this."

Clary had no idea how Jace knew all of this - it was quite possible he was making it up - but she was glad that he spoke. Raphael quickly began to smile at the thought of the plan and began pacing around. His vampire friends watched him curiously, trying to read his mind. Clary was almost positive they had gotten him on their side.

The vampire leader kept walking for a few more moments before stopping, his fangs protruding horrifically from his mouth. "What's in it for us? We do need an incentive, Ms. Morgenstern."

"Your rights, of course!" Clary burst as Jace shooed her off.

"What's in it for you is the ability to reclaim the freedom that you lost in the Mortal War. Your rights will be restored, your equality will be given. Shadowhunters will treat you as you should be treated - with respect. And Lucian wants to push for a . . . seat on the Clave for each Downworld Species. You could become a representative for the vampires, help make decisions, pass laws and such. It would be a very large political investment for you to participate in the rebellion," Jace said smoothly, as if it was all rehearsed. Clary wondered again whether the information was fake or real. Had Lucian told him all this in private? Or was Jace just that good of a liar?

The vampire's fangs tucked inside his mouth tightly and he smiled. "Very well then. Let Lucian know we're on his side. He knows where to find me." And with that, the vampire turned away and faded into the dark of the hotel.


Okay I know that was a very short short chapter but that's a good place to stop. PLEASE READ THIS NEXT THING: I may stop this fic. I liked it at the beginning, but I am personally losing interest in it, which is making it hard to right. I'm also having a huge writers block on what should happen next. Unless I have enough people tell me to continue (or perhaps give me some ideas) I'll probably end this here. Sorry!