First off, the scene from the last chapter between the vampires and werewolves is not from City of Bones and has nothing to do with Clary and Jace. It's actually mentioned in City of Ashes between one of the characters introduced in City of Ashes and Simon.

Hint: the character who is introduced in COA was the WEREWOLF girl from the last chapter ;)

Second, this chapter and most of the next three will be all memories, separated by those fancy pale lines :) Enjoy! Also, I have writer's block with City of Falling Stars so that's why I'm focusing on this story.

Chapter 4 Initiatives

"You know, I'd appreciate it if you did something other than piss of every vampire here." Great, not only did I have to get the 'you-slept-with-me-and-then-ignored-me' lecture from Lily, now I was getting it from Camille! And I didn't even sleep with her!

"It's in my nature." I replied with sarcastic boredom. Lying on my bed, half-dressed, and my head hanging off the edge where my feet should be gave me an interesting, upside down view of an angry Camille. She crossed her arms and tried to stare me down like she did to everyone else.

The problem was it worked on everyone else but me. Ha!

"Well, maybe you should make a change to that nature of yours," Camille's voice was soft and cynical. As if she was trying to make a demand sound more like a request. I shrugged and rolled over onto my stomach. "You've been a vampire for three decades now, even a mundane your age would have grown up by now!"

I stared blankly at her, and as her green eyes became darker I glanced aimlessly around the room, looking for any reason to change the conversation. "I killed a werewolf the other night," I said in the kind of manner one uses for small talk.

"I know. Right before you decided to drunkenly fuck one of my most loyal and most useful vampires and then act like she was invisible!" Camille's face was a sneer. "Perhaps you should put your energy into helping the coven instead of tearing it apart from the inside out!" Camille stormed out of my room her hands in fists at her side.

I lay on the bed for at least another hour trying to figure out what the hell she meant. Of course I knew, she wanted me to grow up, just like my mother had. Still, I didn't feel any initiative to follow Camille's orders and as long as she didn't use her little vampire charms on me, I probably never will. Slowly I got off the bed, grabbed a shirt, and shrugged it on; I thought back to the other night with the werewolves. Even I had to admit it was a thrill and an adrenaline rush to get in a fight like that. Maybe I could start taking an initiative…

"Raphael…" Camille sighed. She had her elbows propped up on her desk with her head resting in her hands. She looked exhausted; which is something I've never seen before. "Why do you continue with these shenanigans of yours?"

"I wouldn't call them that. You told me to take an initiative, so I did. I'm the coven body guard." I said; crossing my arms and putting the largest, stupidest grin on my face, only because I knew it would annoy her.

"Really? And who appointed you that position?"

"I did. I took the initiative." I answered. If Camille was not so formal she probably would have slapped herself on the forehead right then.

"Going down to China town and seeking out werewolves to pick fights with is not being a body guard. It's being stupid and a liability to the coven. If you really want something to do that can be considered useful, then I can assign you something."

"Here's the thing though, whatever you assign me I'm not going to like. So let's just keep things the way they are." I said, placing both hands on the desk and leaning forward so I was maybe an inch or two from her face, my fangs visible as I continued to smile at her.

"You want to play body guard? Fine. You can escort me to a meeting with the Faire Queen and other Downworld leaders tomorrow night." Camille said; she sat up straight then stood up, her eyes never leaving mine.

"You want me to be your bodyguard? Aren't you worried I'll embarrass you, or you know, screw every girl there?" I said.

"Yes, you've obviously proven that you can fight and if you do embarrass me I can always have the Fairy Queen feed you to one of her exotic pets." She said as she walked right up to me, her startling green eyes an inch below mine. I kept my hands at my side as her finger traced the edge of my jaw.

She was mocking me, not flirting with me. Camille had never shown interest in me other than when I pissed her off, which was on a nightly basis. "I'll be your guard not your date." I said; even if I knew what she was doing I still said the words out loud. I needed to convince myself that wasn't what she wanted. After all, even I had to admit she was hot, even sexy.

She gave me a small smile and dropped her hand. "Of course," She paused, "and you won't say a single word."

The Seelie court was a strange place. I knew the fey were, uh, different, but I hadn't expected this. Strange music, stranger people who all acted like they were tripping on some serious acid or something; I certainly was not entertained.

The meeting went smoothly as Camille discussed whatever she was there for with the others. It seemed to be something concerning a powerful Nephilim in the area but who was I to care? I'm just the body guard.

One of the downworlders, a guy (I think) with spiky black hair and glittering eye shadow I recognized. Jacob had taken me to several of the guy's parties where I often ended up getting wasted on whatever strange drink he had concocted that night. Turns out, his name is Magnus; whoever knew a guy like that could be a leader of something other than New York's Finest Cross-dressers? But of course, I wasn't allowed to voice my opinion. And by the looks of the Seelie Court I had no motivation to find out what the Seelie Queen considered her 'pets'.

"You were surprisingly silent tonight." Camille commented. We were in the limo or whatever she had called for us to arrive in and she sat across from me now. As long as I wasn't the driver I was fine with it; still, it was too bad she wouldn't go on my motorcycle with me, I would love to make her scream.

"You expected me not to be?" I asked.

"I have to say, I expected something to come out of your mouth the minute we got through the door." She answered, her eyes glinted with mischief.

"So, to night was all about finding a way to get rid of me then," I concluded for her. She gave me a small, tight-lipped smile and I knew it was the truth. "I guess things didn't work out for you then?" She laughed a small, high tinkling laugh and I gave her a small half-smile.

"On the contrary, you've proven you're actually worth keeping, provided you keep up this behavior."

"I'm bound to revert back to my old ways at some point." I shrugged and leaned back in the leather seat.

"Let's hope not." Camille said; her eyes glanced out the window behind me before she spoke again. "You could be very useful, Raphael; in more ways than one."

I was not sure if there was a double meaning in her words. One way referring to something other than power and control, but I was fine with playing her game and I would certainly beat her at it. I leaned forward, and moved my finger to signal her to do the same; she did. "Except," I spoke in a low whisper so she had to lean in farther. "There is a small factor you're forgetting."

"What's that?" She replied; her lips a fraction from mine.

"I still hate you." I whispered back, making sure my voice was intimately irresistible. For the smallest fraction of a second, Camille was a frozen statue, ice cold, her eyes looking at me and her lips slightly parted. But then she melted and returned my smile, her ruby red lips revealing the slightest glimpse of her fangs.

"Really?"

Yes it's short. But at least I didn't take a month to update.