Clary looked both ways out of the window, checking to see if someone was coming, before jumping out. The ground didn't hurt her knees when she stuck her landing, and Clary thanked, for one brief second, being a vampire.
She looked up, and wondered how she'd come back, but figured she probably could just jump really high. In any case, Clary faced forward, and decided to pay a visit to Pandemonium. The vampire that turned her (whoever it might be) owed her some answers.
Well, not many answers, really, but it'd be nice to know somewhere else to take blood from. She really didn't want to risk Jonathan's health just because she needed to eat, and maybe the vampires who actually had experience on being vampires knew how to do that.
Getting into Pandemonium was easy - she had smiled prettily at the bouncer and he let her in, no questions asked, no ID-checking. Clary wondered if it was some sort of vampire thing. -, but being inside was another whole different thing. The music was loud, too loud for her sensitive hearing, and the flashing lights made her retinas burn. She hissed to herself and hid in a dark corner of the bar, wondering if she could drink anything at all before a pink-ish drink was passed to her. Clary looked up, and a pretty girl smiled at her, black hair shiny and glossy.
"Rough night, dear?", she asked, and Clary nodded, carefully picking up the glass and sipping it. To her surprise, it had blood. Blood and alcohol, actually, more of the latter than the former, but it made it drinkable. Clary nodded, quietly, watching the girl. "New, hm?"
"Something like that.", Clary replied, still quietly sipping her drink. The girl gave her a secretive smile, two fangs poking out just slightly, and Clary must've looked befuddled enough to make the girl laugh.
"Very new, I see,", the girl made a motion to a backdoor, guarded by what seemed like one lone boy, and smiled. Her fangs were still showing. "Go there, tell Alec Izzy sent you."
"And you're Izzy?", Clary asked, making the girl laugh again. "Nice to meet you, anyway. I'm Clary."
"Just go, dear,", Izzy said, and Clary downed the rest of her drink as the other girl diverted her attention to an actual client, instead of one lost vampire.
She rose up from her chair, approaching the boy in the door, and he gave her a scathing look. Clary had no idea why someone needed to be so tall, and yet, there this boy was. Way, way too tall.
Now that Clary gave him a good look, he was somewhat similar to Izzy.
"Go away, this place is for VIPs only,", he told her, not even bothering to look at her. Clary was still dazzled by the mystery of his tallness.
"Izzy sent me?", she tried, and the boy diverted his eyes to her, and then behind her - presumably to look to Izzy - before giving the loudest sigh Clary had ever heard some give, opening the door, revealing a dark hallway. "Thanks?"
"Just don't talk to me again,", he said. Clary was more than glad to obey, going down the hallway, stopping briefly when she heard him closing the door.
"Rude", she told no one in particular, before continuing to walk down, hearing, faintly, the sounds of even faster music. Clary rose an eyebrow, walking faster, and soon reaching a dark room, filled with vampires. Clary didn't need to be told they were vampires because she could smell the blood in the air, and the people being fed on painted a clear image.
Clary felt both overwhelmed and hungry, which wasn't the best combination of feelings. Lucky for her, someone noticed, and came to her. She almost recognized him - it was one of the dudes who kept staring at her when she went to Pandemonium with Simon that night, black hair slicked back as if he was some sort of mafia man from the fifties.
"Hello there,", he said, voice smooth. "I'm assuming you're the new vampire my stupidest charge created?"
"I… Guess?", Clary tried, and his smile grew wide. "Who are you?"
"I am Raphael, your grandsire. Considering your actual sire is… Busy, I'll step in,", he told her, putting an arm over her shoulders. Clary had a very vague feeling that "busy" for Raphael wasn't the same as it was for her. "So, how did you survive all this time?"
"Google,", Clary replied, as he guided over to a couch, making two girls with pale faces and vacant eyes move so that they could sit. "And, uh, I got someone to act as a blood supply to me."
Raphael chuckled, and Clary felt… Well, she felt a bit proud. It was at least better than saying she drank cow blood, for some reason. She had no basis for that line of thought, but still.
"Very well, and considering I have not heard anything about vampires circulating, I'd say you're doing very well.", he told her, eyes as black as the night. "So, considering you aren't failing, what brings you in?"
"It's about my blood supplier, actually,", Clary said, putting a loose strand of hair behind her ear, explaining how he had been anaemic and his blood was tasting weird, and how Clary really didn't want to hurt him. Raphael had just smirked the entire time, and in the end, he leaned in, as if telling her a secret.
"While there is a very good chance your pretty boy supply is sick, you're probably just too used to the taste.", he snapped his fingers, and like magic, someone appeared by his side. "Get her a cooler of blood. Deliver it."
The vampire, Clary presumed, nodded off and went back into the shadows, and Raphael smiled at her.
"Take one blood bag a day, and alternate it with your blood supplier.", he told her, and Clary was tempted to ask how she was supposed to receive the cooler if she had given no address. "Of course, this comes at a price. You'll have to do some work for me, but don't worry."
"Shouldn't I?", Clary asked, raising an eyebrow, and Raphael's smirk grew larger as he rose up, Clary following him almost instinctively. "I think I should."
"Good instincts, and a good bone structure,", Raphael hummed, blatantly ignoring her as he lead Clary to the door. "I can see now why my stupid child decided to make you one of ours."
"I don't,", Clary replied, frowning. Raphael didn't answer her, pretending he didn't hear her, and stopped just short of the entrance. He stared at her for one second, putting his fingers on her chin and moving her face a bit.
"About your issue, give the boy a drop or two of your blood. It'll allow him to heal,", Raphael said, nodding. "But don't give him too much, or else he'll start turning, and you don't want that, do you?"
Clary shook her head, and with a smirk, Raphael let go of her, waving Clary off. She nodded and went upstairs, crossing paths with the freakishly tall boy, waving minimally to the vampire bartender, and going back home.
She had been able to jump to her window, and had almost fallen back on the street when she found Jonathan on her bed. She regained her footing and looked at him, the boy fast asleep in her bed.
Well, best to put a good opportunity to use. Clary closed the window and the curtains and let herself fall by Jonathan's side, hugging his back, and quickly falling asleep.