Hiya!

To the reviewer most appropriately named 'Come On', you make a good point, and I completely understand your annoyance. But just to make it clear, I was never going to withhold the chapter. The number was driving me crazy, so I posted the AN- I hadn't actually written the chapter at that time, I was not refusing to continue to get reviews.

So I'm sorry if it seemed that way, I totally understand and I hope you enjoy the rest. I hurried this just for you.

The Seelie Queen lounged, despite the servants scurrying around her, on a long, gold divan; russet hair dribbling over her slender body in thick fluid ropes, cleaving the white of her skin like leakings of oil. One pale, spidery hand rested at her side, the other toyed absent-mindedly with the wings of a dying butterfly pinned to the lapel of her gown. Meliorn approached her with subservient eyes.

"Lady Belcourt wishes to see you, My Queen."

"Lady Belcourt?" Her sharp gaze pierced the faerie knight, and she gave a short, shrill laugh. "Let her through. This will be good. You may then leave."

He obliged, retreating through the shimmering blood-red curtain that acted as a door to her private chamber. Almost immediately after, the vampire entered, swaying snakily in the dim, soft light.

"Well met, Your Highness."

"Well met, Lady Belcourt."

Camille's eyes seemed entirely black in the semi-darkness, as though the pupil was out to swallow all the white it could, the blonde of her hair unnaturally white.

"You wished to see me, and that has been allowed. I assume, knowing of your lust for revenge, that you wish to beg a favour?"

"I am most grateful, my lady, that you have agreed to see me, and it is true that I long for your help- in exchange, of course" she bowed her head graciously, ripples of hair brushing her white throat as she knelt beside the Queen. "For a service of my own."

"Of course. But why would I possibly want a favour from you? What is it that you could offer me to sweeten my consideration of your proposal?"

Camille leaned close, conspirationally, eyes and lips gleaming, so close that the other woman's rich, floral scent teased her vampire senses.

"The shadowhunters, the children of the Institute. They have done me wrong, and I hear they have treated you similarly, no respect for those more powerful than themselves. They do not understand how easily they could be crushed. We both want revenge, I think, though if you desire something else then I shall see it done, my lady- but I imagine you harbour the same 'lust' as I."

Their gazes met. The Queen flicked a sinuous tongue over the blood-red bulge of her bottom lip, drinking in Camille's persuasion without realising it was such. She had always been a sucker for flattery.

"It is true. Congratulations, you have won my intrigue. But what is your proposal?"

"You help me kill Raphael Santiago. Just the life of one vampire."

"And in return…?"

"I will crush the children of the Institute, every one of them."

Camille's face was mere inches away, her eyes lit with desire for revenge, the elation of her plan coming into action that hummed through her body.

"It will be done."

And they sealed it with a kiss.

A kiss that blazed, not from any emotional attachment, but the promise of blood, betrayal, revenge. A brief, hot friction of lips, smooth skin, long rambling hair of red and blonde tangling together; fueled by cruel passion.

When Camille left, she left satisfied. She no longer needed Alec Lightwood, and after the little display in the mundane supermarket she no longer liked him. Now he was nothing but a pretty little toy; one she could use to destroy his parents, siblings, the backstabbing Daylighter, and most of all Magnus Bane.

It would be such beautiful fun. She couldn't wait to see it in action, her feverish excitement unsheathing the thin fangs from her moist gums, beading droplets of blood on her lower lip. The vampire flicked them away with her tongue, wishing it to be the blood of shadowhunters.

Now she needed to get Alec on side again; it could be easily done. And if need be, she could work on the others as well, not the girl with that gorgeous, biting gold electrum whip, or that insufferable Herondale-Lightwood-Morgenstern-Wayland boy, but the others. That foolish Daylighter would be the start. How could he think that he could cross Camille Belcourt?

The wanderer's mark may protect him from physical harm, but he could be manipulated, persuaded, and if that didn't work his mother, sister, or that red-headed shadowhunter-perfect.

The nasty, perfect idea glimmered in Camille's mind. Using Valentine's daughter would make for a delicious appetiser to Alexander's subjugacy.

Is subjugacy a word? If not, it should be. This chapter wasn't planned like the others, it just sort of happened. And as for Camille kissing that bitch the Seelie Queen…well, the girls deserve to have fun for a change. ;) Because girls are brilliant! Hope you liked!

Love China, who is off to watch Lord of the Rings in preparation for a Maths exam. xxxxxxxxxxxxx