Following her brother they swerved around the dancers, for once being glad about her tiny frame. She had been concentrating on her feet and not tripping over, so when she looked up she almost gasped in surprise. She had asumed she wasn't being elbowed and stood on because of Sebastians wide body creating a path for her as he walked but she realised he didn't need to.

The downworlders had scattered creating a walk way for him, she tried not to think of all the eyes that were on her so instead she focused on her brothers back. When Sebastian moved to the side she saw the bar, it was large and circular and it was centered in the middle of the room. She didn't pay attention as he spoke to one of the male vampires from behind the bar. She turned her body to face the partying downworlders and scanned the dance floor shocked when she saw mundanes. She couldn't look away from the group of what looked like teenagers that were sitting in a booth in the far corner, surrounded by vampires.

"Don't stare" Her brother was standing beside her now and looked as tall as he ever could, He stood with his back straight and his shoulders squared. He nodded his head towards a free booth and Clary walked in front of him towards it. She sat down and slid herself across the purple leather, she placed her elbows onto the table and rested her chin in her hands. The loud music and strobe lights were giving her a migraine and the smoke was making her eyes sting.

"Why are there mundanes here Sebastian?" She said speaking low enough for only him to hear. She watched as his head whipped around to look at her. "Because we are not in New York anymore Clarissa, This is Scotland. They don't have rules here, they don't have leaders. The shadowhunters don't either, They all choose not too." His eyes were watching her carefully as he spoke. No rules, No leaders it kept swimming around in Clarys head. She quickly realised that was why none of the shadowhunters here had paid any attention to her. They didn't follow the clave, they didn't follow anyone and that meant no one knew who she was.

"I wanted to bring you here so we can be free, don't you ever wonder why you never hear about Scottish Shadowhunters?" He continued. "Or Scottish warlocks, vampires or fairies?." He paused for a moment to let Clary think about what he was saying. He was about to speak again but she knew what he was going to say. "We're untrackable here..." She felt sick as her stomach tightened. The realisation kicked in, she was never going to be found how could she be if an entire country could hide within it's own land. Jace and Simon would never think to look for her here, no one would.

"Exactly, The only person who really has any respect around here is the one with the most power, Like.. myself." He took a drink from his glass and placed it down onto the table. " But that doesn't mean I control them, oh no" He said laughing. "They just respect me, stay loyal to me and treat me like a rock star." His grin was large as it spread across his face. "They do this as long as I keep the guards up, keep them hidden. It all works out pretty great actually." Clary wanted to slap the smug smile of his face but stopped herself.

She had to keep calm she had everything riding on her plan, it had to work. She watched as her brother gulped down the rest of his whiskey with ease. "What... you just expect me to just live here?" She questioned him. " You are insane if you think.." She was about to rant on until he interupted her. "Yes I do, the only way you can leave is if you manage to find your way to the London Institute. I am the only person who can portal in and out of here because of the wards I have up. The warlocks have to come to me if they want to create one." He eyed her as he spoke and she could see the excitement in his eyes. It took a second for his words to sink in, for her to understand what it meant. Then she had an overwhelming urge to punch him, kick him, bite him anything that involved giving him physical pain.

A male vampire sat down next to her causing her to abandon her thoughts. His glare was fixed on her. "Your a pretty wee thing aren't you" When he smiled at her his fangs extended and Clary flinched back away from him. " Don't be scared of me darlin'" He said and slid across the leather until his leg was touching her own. " Get away from me, vampire." She hissed, surprised at her own aggressiveness. His hand reached her leg and she froze.

She hadn't realised her brother had left the table before the vampire had sat down beside her but now he stood next to the booth. "I suggest you remove yourself from her before I claim your fangs." His voice was low and threatening. The vampire didn't bother to look up at who had spoken but instead darted for Clarys neck. Her eyes slammed shut anticipating the sting of his sharp teeth but it never came. When she looked over to where he had been he wasn't there, he was standing now and her brothers large hand was now wrapped around his pale throat.

"Do you know who I am, Downworlder?" He roared in the vampires face and the dancers closest to them all stopped and turned to look at what was going on. "Yes, you are Sebastian Morgenstern." He just managed to get his words out when Sebastian ripped out his throat. The vampires body collapsed to the ground and a few screams echoed through the now quite club. Her brother turned to his gathering audience. Rage filled his eyes and his hands clenched at his side.

"This!" He shouted at the crowd whilst he raised his finger to point at Clary. "Is my sister and anyone who lays a single finger on her will die at my hands, now you have been warned. She is off limits." As if they knew he had finished speaking they scattered away from him and continued to dance when the music had started playing again. He sat down on the leather seat and leaned towards her and whispered in her ear.

"I will always protect you, little sister."

Small Chapter, I haven't been feeling too good so my writing is lazy just now Sorry!