Pandemonium was alive that night. Emily's clothes also caused a lot of attention, which she wasn't exactly upset or annoyed about. With a pair of denim booty shorts, a black tube top, and black, spiked high heels, attention is pretty much the reaction she was going for.

After her fourth shot, she started to finally feel a little lightheaded. The dance floor looked more and more inviting as guys and girls danced together. Most were mundanes, and they looked happy, unlike how Emily was feeling. She was envious of them more than anything. The girls danced like they didn't have a care in the world. And the guys looked like the only care they had was the girl in their hands. Their lives were so much simpler, easier.

For a while, things worked how she wanted it to. Jonathan wasn't in her head as she watched the dancers have the time of their lives. But it didn't last long. As Emily watched from the bar, she noticed something to her right. It was a flicker of movement, and when she turned her heart stopped. There was a flash of white blonde hair that was all too recognizable. Her first thought was Jonathan, but when he turned around she was relieved to find out it wasn't him. Just another mundane.

"You're jumpy tonight," Karrie observed when Emily sighed with relief.

Emily looked at her best friend. Karrie's blue eyes popped more with the matching blue dress that covered her. Her black hair was curled, as was Emily's, and flowed down her bare shoulders. "It's been rough," was all that Emily said.

The music suddenly turned to a heavy bass song with had enough force that Emily could feel her stool shake when she leaned back against the counter. Another drink was placed in her hand, and she took it willingly, not even looking at who might have given it to her. Probably Percy the Bartender, since he apparently had the biggest crush on her. He had given her plenty of free drinks throughout her time here. The alcohol burned as it went down her throat, taking the thoughts of Jonathan out of her head as her brain started to get fuzzy.

"What are we really doing here?" Karrie asked. "Why did you storm into your room at one in the morning, waking me up, and forcing me to come to Pandemonium at this time of night?"

"I needed to get out of the Institute."

Karrie shook her head. "And Pandemonium was the only place that you could think of for a getaway? I thought that Chase was giving you all the attention that you needed."

"What?" Emily exclaimed. She swiveled her head, the alcohol making her falter slightly. "Who told you that? Chase?"

Karrie laughed slightly and shook her head. "Like Chase would actually talk to anyone other than you. No, Magnus told Kadan, Michael, and I while we were in the library earlier, after the news was broken about Agramon."

"He told all three of you?"

"Don't worry. Jace, Clary, and Isabelle won't hear about it. Dad just needed to talk some drama to someone, and we were the only ones there – What is Conan doing here?"

After taking a few seconds to comprehend what Karrie just said, Emily finally turned her head towards the dance floor, to the bar, to the pool tables, but there was no sign of Conan.

"Where are you looking exactly?" Emily asked.

"Follow me." Karrie stood, grabbed Emily's hand, and pulled her though the crowd. A couple guys and a girl grabbed Emily's bum as they weaved through the crowds, and although she wanted to slap each of them, she just ignored them and kept moving. The place smelled of cologne and perfumes, making it hard to breathe and focus as it mixed with the alcohol in her system. She stumbled a bit, trying her best to keep her balance after bumping into everyone. They stopped in the middle, surrounded by people. "I swear that I saw him here."

Emily stood up on her toes and scanned the crowd. There were too many tan people with black hair to even recognize Conan. But he shouldn't even have been here. Although it had been hours since he left, he was supposed to be looking for information on Lilith and Leviathan. Why would he be in Pandemonium doing that?

Karrie grabbed Emily's hand. "I guess I was just seeing some stuff," she yelled over the music. "Let's go dance!"

Dancing turned out to be exactly what Emily needed. She didn't care that strangers were rubbing their hands on her body as they started grinding on each other. The sweat, the heat, the music, and all the dancing bodies finally got her to stop thinking about Jonathan and focus on nothing. Her mind was blank as she moved, completely unaware of the fact that Karrie had disappeared into the crowd. Not that she really cared. In fact, she was glad that Karrie was finally getting some attention. Being stuck in the Institute wasn't exactly the best way to get male attention, especially when the four choices were Conan, Chase, Michael, and Kadan. Two of which who were interested in Emily. One who was Karrie's brother, and the other was destined to be a Silent Brother that can't have any relations. That made the options pretty slim when it came to romance.

A pair of hands gripped her hips as Emily swayed to the music. She didn't know if they belong to a boy, a girl, even a demon but she leaned back against the body anyway, grinding against them. The pair moved in perfect rhythm, and the stranger reached down, grabbing Emily's hand.

"We need to have a talk." A girl had whispered it in her ear, but she didn't recognize it. She didn't turn around either, pretty much pretending that she didn't hear her. "Shadowhunter, it's important."

THAT caught her attention pretty quickly. She turned, and came face to face with an unfamiliar figure. It was a woman, a warlock, to be precise. She looked normal, except for hair as white as snow and a solid blue skin color. She gripped Emily's hand tightly and dragged her through the crowd without a word. She followed obediently, until they came to a familiar door.

The storage room was empty of people. It was just as Emily had left it days ago when Chase killed the demon she was going for. Emily pulled the light switch that hung from the ceiling, brightening the place up and turned to the warlock. "Who are you exactly?"

"I'm Caterina Loss, a friend of your mother's and of Magnus Bane's. I helped Magnus bring Jocelyn out of that coma all those years ago." She looked normal enough for a warlock. Nothing about her came out as evil or strange. Her purple dress looked brand new too, like she was dressing to impress somebody. "I've been waiting for you to show up."

"I'm afraid I don't exactly know who you're talking about."

"Sit down, Emily. I need to talk to you." Emily felt like everyone was telling her that lately, but she anyway. There was a stack of boxes, and Caterina sat next to Emily when she finally took her spot. "I heard about what happened to Simon Lewis's family and his house."

That wasn't a real shock. Many people had heard about it from what Jace had mentioned. "We don't know much about the incident yet."

"Don't play dumb," Caterina ordered with a little more anger than Emily was prepared for. "Magnus and I speak on a daily basis. I know about Alec as well but it's Simon's family that concerned me. It isn't like Lilith to go after mundanes and vampires with the Mark of Cain. It made me curious as to what she was up to."

"Did you happen to find anything useful?" Optimistic isn't a word that Emily usually described herself with, but for once that's how she felt.

"Not at the house, but two days ago I heard talk that was going on around the downworlders. The fact that a vampire and his family goes missing is kind of a big deal, considering it's the Daylighter of all people."

"What were they talking about?"

Caterina snapped her fingers and a picture showed up in her hand. She gave it to Emily, who's jaw dropped. The picture was of Simon, Rebecca, and Leviathan. They were just walking, but Simon was having to carry Rebecca due to a lot of visible blood loss that covered his clothes.

"That was taking three days ago," Caterina explained. "In Rochester, New York."

Emily's eyes widened. Rochester - the place that Ms. Lewis mentioned before she died. "Who gave this to you?"

"A couple fairies had their hands on it." She looked up at Emily, looking slightly scared. "Look, Lilith isn't something that many downworlders are fans of. Sure, we all are created from her blood, but that doesn't mean we have to like it. She's a terrifying creature, and Magnus has convinced many of us that helping out the Shadowhunters is in the best interest of everyone."

"Especially since the rest of the Clave is refusing to get involved," Emily added. "Even with everyone's help, I'm afraid this isn't going to do much for us. There's a ton of abandoned buildings, warehouses, and even hospitals in Rochester. By the time we finished searching them, my family will already be dead."

"I assure you that your parents and Magnus will not let that happen." Caterina's grabbed Emily's hand, squeezing it lightly. "And there's one more thing."

Emily looked up at Caterina again. "What's that?"

"You're not too bad of a dancer." Emily looked up, surprised. Caterina just winked at her before standing up and heading to the door. "But I'm not into Shadowhunters, and I would never step in on Conan's girl."

"She said 'Conan's Girl'?" Karrie repeated with a sly smile. She still couldn't get her little brain wrapped around that simple statement. The two girls had found a booth at the corner of the club, secluded and isolated with a pair of margaritas in their hands. Emily had told her about the entire conversation between her and Caterina, but she didn't even seem to notice any of it except for that specific part. "She hit on you, and then said you were 'Conan's Girl'?"

Emily just stared at Karrie incredulously. "First of all, I'm not Conan's girl, so you can stop saying that."

"Oh, that's right. You're Chase's girl now," Karrie shot back with a wink.

"I'm not some object that they can own, Kar," Emily snapped. "Just because Chase and I kissed, doesn't change the fact that I hate his guts almost all of the time."

Karrie shrugged, taking a swig of her extremely underage drink. "But the rest of the time that you don't hate his guts, you spend it kissing him and ripping his shirt off? I have to know, is he a good kisser?"

Emily blushed, which rarely, ever happens. "Irrelevant. And besides, he wasn't wearing a shirt to begin with." Emily shook her head when the memory came back, how it felt running her hands up his chest, down his shoulders that were slim but hard as a rock. "Anyway, new subject. I needed to ask you something about this picture."

Karrie sighed, obviously hating the change of conversation. She picked up the picture again and focused in on it. "Okay, and you want me to do what with this thing again?"

"Can't Magnus use some kind of tracking or location spell or something to find out where this was taken?"

She set the photo down, sliding it back to Emily with a look on her face that didn't exactly do much to boost her confidence in the situation. "Maybe, but it'll be difficult. Magnus hasn't been too strong since Alec's disappearance. Using magic takes more out of him now than it ever did."

That's not what Emily wanted to hear. Her fingers tapped the glass holding her margarita as she stared at the ice in her cup. "Is there any way to boost his power, maybe?"

"Not that I know of. You could say that Alec was always the source of most of Magnus's power. He hasn't been the same since my dad disappeared."

Emily nodded. She could only imagine how her dad would change if Clary was the one that was taken. "Maybe he can draw from a different source."

"Maybe," Karrie shrugged. She didn't seem to really like the idea, so Emily dropped the subject. When she looked towards the dance floor, she caught a glimpse of Caterina again, looking at her across the way. The warlock wasn't smiling, wasn't frowning, but just looking, like she was admiring her. Emily immediately looked away, back down to her glass. "And can I ask you something?"

"Go for it," Emily said half-heartedly.

Karrie was quiet for a moment, looking everywhere but Emily's eyes. "Uh, well I – do you think – maybe–"

Stuttering wasn't something that came along with Karrie's nature. Emily lifted her head, one eyebrow raised. "Spit it out kid."

"Michael and I kissed."

She said it so quickly that Emily thought she might have imagined it. A picture of Michael's lips on Karrie's popped into Emily's head. To say it was revolting would be an understatement.

Emily's face turned up and all she could say was, "Ewwwwwwwww."

Karrie rolled her eyes, back to her sassy little self. "Oh, hush. You're brother's a good kisser."

"I don't want to know that!"

"Sorry," said Karrie. "I just wanted to know if you were okay with it if we started dating. At least I can admit when I have feelings for someone." She stuck her tongue out at the last comment, and all Emily wanted to do was to cut it off.

"That was uncalled for," Emily glared. "But either way, you do realize that my brother is going to be a Silent Brother. He can't be romantically involved with anyone when that happens."

That bit of news seemed to take out Karrie's spark all together. Her blue eyes fell to the table and she dropped her chin in her hand, sighing deeply. "We're taking it day by day. But if that does happen, it's really going to suck."

Emily couldn't help but agree. Everyone's love life seemed to be screwed over in the past week. She was conflicted between a werewolf who cares and a jackass Shadowhunter with horrible family issues. Karrie liked her younger brother, who couldn't actually love anyone back. Magnus's boyfriend and Isabelle's boyfriend was taking by a psychotic greater demon who wanted to kill them. Poor Kadan was all on his own. And her parents, well, they were the reason for all of this in the first place. Emily would never tell them that though. That bit of information was better kept quiet, even if they probably knew it to be true either way.

"Did he kiss you back?" Emily asked. It was a genuine question, but she couldn't help but think that maybe he didn't want to be a Silent Brother anymore. Like she said earlier to Chase: People change.

Karrie nodded. "In fact, he's the one that kissed me in the library. Kadan had gone to the bathroom. We had just started talking and bam, it happened."

Emily smiled. Her little brother was finally growing up. "For the record, I think you two are a cute couple. The whole Asian girl and blonde boy is the cutest thing ever."

Her friend blushed and smiled brightly. "If we're saying our opinions now, I guess I should tell you that I'm totally Team Chase."

"Team Chase?" Emily asked. "What does that mean?"

The song suddenly turned into some massive rave music, where people started screaming and getting even more excited on the dance floor. Karrie was quiet, waiting for the noise to die down before she finally answered. "You know, there are a Team Chase and a Team Conan. People pick teams depending on who they want a certain person to be with." Karrie was rooting for Chase? Even after all the crap that Chase put not only Emily through, but Karrie went through stuff that was just as bad because of him. Emily never got the chance to clarify it though, because her phone buzzed on the table when the music died down. "And Magnus is freaking out apparently since we're not at home."

Emily glanced up. Karrie showed Emily the phone, where there were four missed calls and three texts from Magnus. "We better get out of here then," Emily said as she pulled money from her purse.

Karrie agreed and started gathering her things. "It's best not to make my dad angry after everything that's happened."

Emily couldn't help but say, "Too late for that." Although she meant it for a totally different reason. She had a feeling that Magnus wasn't a fan of her or Chase at the moment, and wouldn't be for a while. After the incident on the roof, things were extremely rocky in their relationship. Emily pushed the picture across the table towards Karrie. "Keep the picture, and would you mind asking Magnus about it when we get back to the Institute?"

Karrie nodded. "Sure, but why don't you?"

Emily contemplated actually telling her about Chase, about his family. But it wasn't her place to tell. "No reason."

Lilith paced back and forth along the row of beds. They were lined up parallel to each other, the white sheets covering the bottom of the unconscious bodies that were strategically placed. She passed each one individually, admiring the work that Leviathan had done. Their limbs were tied to the bed post, spreading their bodies out. Each body had been stripped of clothing, leaving them in the undergarments that covered what was necessary.

Jocelyn was first, but she hadn't had any damage done to her, yet. Her hair was just messy, her skin pale from the lack of sunlight. Even her hair seemed to pale out a bit, like it was getting whiter as the days moved on. This was her most prized possession, and Lilith couldn't wait to see Clary's face when she finally arrived.

Lucian was on the next bed, looking much worse. His beard had grown out more, covering a few cuts and burns on his face. Lilith had to give him a potion to keep him from turning, but it had a slight side effect, causing his skin to rash all over. What looked like red burns formed all over his chest and arms, sinking in and eating the skin around it.

Then there were the werewolves, Jordan and Maia, in the next two beds. Lilith hadn't really paid them much attention since they arrived, considering she never meant to capture them in the first place. Ah, well, it's the spoils of war. At least they were fun to play with. Their screams were more animalistic than the others, which was always enjoyable every once in a while.

Magnus's little boy toy was next. The poor Lightwood kid didn't look too good. His skin was the same shade as the sheets, due to Agramon's constant torment to him. Lilith didn't get it, but Agramon had some kind of special enjoyment from scaring Alec, not that she minded. It was quite amusing to see the boy whither and scream. His voice was like an angel at times, and she could see why the warlock was so intrigued by him. Magnus had a weakness for dark hair and blue eyes, along with Lilith. He was a beautiful man. Too bad he was Nephilim.

Then, there was the little mundane woman who looked much too old to be Simon's sister, but it was her. It took longer than she had hoped for to find Rebecca and Simon's mother, but once she was found, everything fell into place. Simon's mother was gone, and Rebecca would soon be next. At least, if she lasted that long. Her body didn't respond well to pain. Her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw and bleeding from the ropes that held her down. She had two black eyes, blood on her face from a broken nose or two, and bruises all along her lower chest where Leviathan broke one too many ribs. The poor girl probably had it worse than anyone, but Lilith had to do it to get Simon to understand.

And that's when she came to her favorite prisoner. The Daylighter, the vampire who killed her, the reason that everything fell apart all those years ago, was tied to the bed and vulnerable just before her. It took hours to get him to tied himself, considering she couldn't touch him without bursting into ash again. That Mark of Cain made everything more difficult than it should've been. That's why he didn't even have a scratch on him, but luckily he still had a big heart. Every little bit of pain that was inflicted on Rebecca made him respond to Lilith's demands in half a heartbeat.

Things were starting to fall into place. The moon was high in the night, shining in through the bar windows behind each bed. The room was quite boring, tedious looking, and things finally got interesting when Leviathan entered.

"My lady," he bowed as he stopped in the doorway. "I have news of the Herondales."

Lilith waved him in, standing in front of Simon's bed as she looked down at him. If she had her way, she'd get the revenge that she wanted. Clary would pay, along with Jonathan Herondale. They'll all pay. All the pain and struggle that she went through will come back on them sevenfold.

What goes around, comes around.

"What news?"

"They're still searching for the others, but they still don't have a clue of Chase's intentions. And he has finally succeeded in getting the girl to trust him, although he said they did get into a slight argument tonight."

Lilith smiled. "That only means she cares about him. I told you it would work. It was only a matter of time."

Simon stirred in his sleep, and Leviathan froze, looking down at the Daylighter. She almost wished that he would wake up, so that she could see his face when she killed Rebecca right in front of him, but it wasn't the time or the place yet.

"What would you like me to tell him?"

Lilith grabbed her hands behind her back, turning to face Leviathan head on. "Tell him to work his love-making magic. She has to trust him with her life before this plan can be put into action. He already knows that he's allowed to reveal certain secrets."

"And what of his family? He's getting anxious about their whereabouts. Although he doesn't ask of them anymore, I can tell that he's not exactly being truthful with us either."

Lilith glanced behind her, where Chase's family was. His mother and sister were chained to the wall, deprived of the comfort that the others received. "Maybe he just needs a little motivation to understand what his job is. The best way to reach out to someone is for them to see you vulnerable." Her grin turned evil as she glanced back to the women on the wall. "We need him to understand that we are in charge, and that he has one task: Emily. I know exactly what will make Emily have a change of heart."