The street was nearly deserted and it took forever for Camille to hail a cab. She slipped into the back of the yellow Taxi and gave the driver the directions. Quickly they were moving through the city until they were on the Brooklyn Bridge. Camille stared out the window and let her mind wander. Her meeting with Lightwood was a surprise, and not an enjoyable one. Just the presence of that boy irked her, left her feeling uneasy and annoyed. That's because you're jealous, a little voice in Camille's head whispered. Camille decided to ignore the voice; what did she have to be jealous for? Sure the stupid little Shadow hunter had Magnus, a family who accepted him and, for some inexplicable reason, totally accepted by his people. Why would Camille be jealous?

Camille smiled bitterly to herself. Sarcasm may be the lowest form of wit but it kept the loneliest entertained. When Camille closed her eyes, she could remember everything. Centuries may have passed but she remembered everything: vampire memory was a strong thing. But now was not the time to go strolling down memory lane. She needed a plan.

She hadn't been lying when she said there were other ways to immortality. They were difficult though; some involving warlocks while others something worse. You don't get something for nothing Camille thought. If Lightwood wanted immortality, it wasn't going to be for free. Camille often wondered if her being damned actually meant she lost her soul. De Quincy thought so; he was convinced they didn't need them. The pure of heart were easily broken; those who wanted to succeed pushed their way to the top. But after seeing Alexander who was pure of heart(well, purer than most. Compared to Camille he was practically a saint), giving up everything just for the promise of a life with Magnus, made her question whether De Quincy was right; it made her question what she knew.

With a shake of her head she motioned the Cabbie just to drop her off at the side of the street. Once on the sidewalk Camille regretted even coming. She hated Brooklyn; the whole place made her wrinkle her nose in distaste. But she needed to be here. She wandered until the buildings started to look familiar; the houses had become tall brick buildings holding lofts for wealthy residents. She just hoped he was still here.

If Camille's heart still could beat, it would be pounding. She knocked at the door and hoped for the best. When it was opened Camille pursed her lips together to keep from smiling. He was just the same; they had only seen each other briefly a few months before, nothing had changed. Just like with her; frozen in time.

"Camille?" his eyes were not wide with wonder nor was he smiling like Camille expected him to. Sure it had been a bit awkward last time they had met, but they were still the same. Instead his green-gold eyes were narrowed into slits and his mouth was in a firm line.

"Magnus. May I come in?" Magnus stared at her for exactly three seconds before slamming the door in her face.

"MAGNUS!" Camille shouted, banging on the thick door.

"Get lost," was the muffled response she got.

"Stop being a child and open the door!" Camille slammed on the door hard, half thinking of ripping it off its hinges.

"I'm not being a child." The door had swung open again and Camille almost fell into him. He was glaring down at her, cheeks flushed in anger. Camille regained her balance and flipped her hair out of her face.

"I need a place to stay."

"I don't care." Camille resisted the great urge to kick him in the shins.

"Of course you care, Magnus dear." Camille tried and failed to make her voice seductive; she was too angry to put the effort into it.

His face was carved like stone, "no. I don't. The vampire hotel isn't far. Go there." he saw her blanch at that and his eyes went wide with mocking. "Oh. Right, you can't. Can you?" Camille turned her face to the side so he wouldn't see her pout. He was being difficult.

Suddenly the mocking look went out of his eyes and in that moment he looked his age. "Go away, Camille. I don't have the time, energy, nor motive to deal with you." Camille couldn't help but feel hurt by that. Was she nothing to him now? When she said just as much his eyes had pity in them and she knew her answer.

"So, that….boy is who you want now. That child?" Camille fought to keep her voice calm, but she felt like screaming.

Magnus eyes went hard, the pity and sadness gone; they looked like winter's ice. "He is young, but not a child."

Camille begged to differ.

"This is your last chance, Magnus." Camille said, backing away. "After this, do not consider me an ally, I will be your enemy." At this Magnus looked alarmed; good.

"Camille, I don't hate you."

"THEN BE WITH ME!" they both seemed shocked at her volume. Magnus recovered quickly and said stoically,

"No."

Camille let herself blend in with the shadows, only her eyes visible. Her voice was cold,

"Then you've made your choice."

And with that, she disappeared into the darkness, without a sound.