Authors Note: The laptop I was currently using has a virus and is in the process of getting fixed :/ Anyway, on with it…wait I realized I forgot to add this to my previous chapters: I'm doing this on an older computer with an older version of Microsoft Word, so if the spacing is weird, sorry. I apologize in advance for the shortness I don't like writing on this computer.

Disclaimer: I am not Cassandra Claire and therefore do not own the characters, just what I make them do =)

Chapter Two: Pandemonium

Clary

As soon as Clary made it through the front doors of Pandemonium, she made a bee line for the bar. She needed something after that not so friendly reunion with Sebastian. Sure, she and Sebastian had a fling, but she has had many, many flings with a lot of guys. But none of the guys she's been with creeped her out as much as Sebastian Verlic does. It's not that I'm scared of him. She reasoned with herself. Hell, I've seen him take on a demon; I could kick his ass blindfolded. It was just the energy that seemed to just, roll of him.

At first it sparked her interest; the simple darkness (this was the best way to describe it, she was sure) was new to her, uncharted. It became her new conquest, or addiction. That was until he started stalking her and started calling her crazy things like his princess of darkness.

Let's run away together, Clary. Just you and me, you could be my princess of darkness.

She shuddered at the memory. Was she the only one that found that a tad bit odd? She groaned and downed the shot in front of her that she didn't remember ordering.

"You seem to be in a fantastic mood or are you always like this?"

She turned around on her bar stool and found that the owner of the voice was none other than Jace Wayland, with Jonathon standing not far behind him.

"Actually, I'm usually quite charming, try me again on a day that doesn't end in a 'Y'" She responded, smiling. Nodding at the bartender who put down a glass of some colorful drink in front of her.

"Compliments of that man over there," The bartender stated, pointing to someone on the dance floor, he had a green died mohawk, she didn't see anything particularly interesting in him so she shrugged and turned back to Jace.

"Now, if I did that I'd never get to see you and that my dear, would be a tragedy, don't you agree?" She snorted at Jace's attempt at a flirty comeback, but smiled all the same. She secretly loved guys with those much too big ego's and cocky attitudes.

"I'm not sure if tragedy would be the right word, Jace." She responded while taking a sip of the pinkish thing in front of her. Wasn't bad, although she still had no idea what it was. "Lucky, maybe." Jonathon laughed from behind Jace and came to sit on the empty stool next to her.

"Those drinks must be clouding your vision. Everyone wants to see me," He said with a smirk. Clary rolled her eyes and laughed, noticing how Jace's smiled grew when she did so. He really was beautiful.

"Somehow, I highly doubt that," She responded while scanning the room, for any demons or someone to take her annoyance from Sebastian out on.

"Face it Jace, not everyone likes you." She heard Jonathon say. She thought she heard Jace respond with a 'don't be ridiculous' but she really wasn't paying any attention.

Just then that green mohawk caught her attention, again. She watched as he made his way around the dance floor, rubbing up against the various other girls dancing. As if he felt her eyes on him, he looked up and met her gaze. His eyes were a sparkling green. Demon. She thought. He tilted his head to the side, indicating that he wanted her to join him on the dance floor. Perfect.

"Excuse me guys" She said jumping off the bar stool, interrupting Jonathon in mid sentence. "But I think I'm going to go dance, see you later," She started in the demons direction. She danced with some other guy when she got close and she could feel his eyes on her. She swayed to the beat until she felt a pair of inhumanly cold hands grip her hips.

She turned and was head to chest with the demon boy. This wasn't too surprising; everyone was taller than her, apparently demons were no exception.

"Hello there, gorgeous," He whispered in her ear. She had to stop herself from squirming out of his grip; it was always so disgusting when demons try to pick you up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed herself closer to him.

"You're not too bad yourself," Correction you're extremely bad, but hey it's not like you're ever venturing out of this club again.

He growled in response tightening his grip on her as he grinded up against her. They went on like that for a few minutes until he leaned down and spoke in her ear.

"How about we go somewhere a little more private?" He asked indicating with his head towards the storage room door in the back of the club. She couldn't stop the grin that took over her face then.

"Thought you'd never ask," He moved his hands from her hips and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the storage room door.

He held the door open for her before stepping in and closing it behind him. He walked up to her and put his arms around her waist.

"Got you," He whispered just as she reached down into her boot and pushed her stele right through his chest.

"I don't think so," She said as he fell to the floor. The victory was short lived because suddenly, there were many more demons in that storage room then she thought. One jumped at her and she hit the ground rolling out of the way before killing it as it hit the ground. Before she could even get up another one was on her and she stuck her stele strait up into its chest.

It was quite unusual for this many demons to be together like this. They usual worked alone, in a sense. She couldn't ponder it much longer thought, before she was thrown into a battle, which she had no idea weather or not she would survive.

Eventually, Clary rolled off of what she assumed was the last one. She was bloody, covered in poison, and bruised, but still alive.

"Well, that was impressive," She went back into a fighting stance, not sure of how many more she could take. She turned towards the demon how spoke. He was leaning against a stack of boxes playing with what looked like a knife.

Then he was suddenly right in front of her, catching her off guard, she never met a demon who could move that fast. He pinned her against the wall of the storage room, his eyes blazing.

"Don't think we don't know about you Clarissa Morgenstern. Reckless, abused, little child who refuses to accept who she really is, her already determined fate," He slammed Clary against the hard concrete wall and she could feel the blood soaking up the back of her hair. Shit.

"Clary!" A voice yelled.

She looked over to see Isabelle, Simon, Jace and Jonathon standing in what looked like a state of shock, staring at the bodies of demons around the room. She saw that the demon who was pinning her against the wall was distracted by the sight of them and used his moment of distraction to her advantage. She kicked him square in the chest, sending him to the floor. She jumped and hovered over him, stele at his chest.

"It's Fray, and I'll choose my own fate." She snarled at him before pushing the stele into his chest.

"This is not the last you will see of us Clarissa," It hissed before its eyes grew dark and its body lifeless.

She stood up as if in a daze and surveyed the damage she did. Demon bodies scattered around the room, slowly disintegrating in front of her. There were easily twenty. This many demons were not, ever found together. Not unless someone sent them, and that had to be an extremely powerful someone.

"Clary! Are you okay? What the hell happened?" voices started shouting all at once. Isabelle came in front of her, shaking her out of her thoughts.

"Well," She started. "I thought I was killing one demon tonight and it turned out to be a lot more, who would have guessed."

"This is not normal" Jace muttered.

"So I wasn't the only one who noticed that?" Jace looked at up and held her gaze before shaking his head and looking back at the demons on the floor.

"Did you kill all of these Clary?" Simon asked, awe in his voice.

"It would seem so, although it is really strange for this many demons to be working together." She answered thoughtfully.

"Unless someone hired them," Jace added, meeting her gaze again.

"One step ahead of you, blondie." She put a hand on the wall to steady her as the room started spinning. "Shit." She muttered.

"Clary what's wrong?" Jace asked hand on her shoulder, she didn't even get a chance to yell at him for touching her, before falling to the ground. She heard her name being shouted around the room, before she blacked out.

SO what did you think? Please review! Seriously I promised myself that I would never be one of those writers who post the next chapter when they get (insert number here) of reviews but they really do encourage you to write faster… Do it for Jace!...See ya next time =)