Blood & Яȗṅєṡ

T W O

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After Simon interrupted us, Clary left with him and I got ready to go to Pandemonium.

I left my black, straight hair down, letting it reach my waist and sway around me as I walk. I put on some dark eye makeup and a nude lip and painted my long stiletto nails snow white.

I had decided on a black leather thigh length dress, a pair of black suspender like contraptions attaching a thick collar to my neck, heavy cleavage almost spilling out. Matching six inch thigh high heels leaving a sliver of my legs visible. I pull a blood red fur jacket on my shoulders.

My runes on full display against my peachy skin, wing tattoos hidden beneath the jacket.

I had snuck my stele in the boot of my heels along with a blood red whip I carried around. It being my favourite form of protection.

My plump rosy lips curl up into a smirk as I look over my reflection in the mirror.

I'm ready.

•

As I enter Pandemonium, the loud blasting music makes my heart vibrate inside my rib cage. Flashing lights and sweating dancing bodies surround me as I push through them. My naturally cold temperature doesn't even make me bat my long eyelashes at the sweltering heat of the room, even with my fur jacket on.

Multiple pairs of eyes drag across my figure as I pass through them, I smirk in acknowledgment.

Such needy little creatures.

I soon enter the stage area, where a man with Asian features and eyeliner catches my eye. He's sitting on a chair which rests on the platform, various different rings littering his fingers.

His eyes turn catlike, making me acknowledge that he's the warlock I've come to meet with.

I walk up the stairs, coming to face the man.

"Phera."

I say, smirking at him as he returns the greeting.

"Magnus."

Our eyes both wander each other and I can smell the desire coming off him in waves. Brushing my long dark locks to one side of my neck, I sit down on an empty seat next to him.

"I'm here about-"

"Valentine."

He cuts me off mid way making my teeth clench slightly.

I don't like being interrupted.

Now it's his turn to smirk at me, the gold glitter in the corner of his brown eyes catching in the clubs artificial light.

"He's creating an army."

I state, a nearby hostess leaning over me to offer a champagne glass.

Only it's filled with blood.

Since I'm a regular here, the staff have come to know me. I smile at her and bare my fangs. The smell of her arousal wafts around my as she walks away. Squeezing her thighs together, cheeks flushed red.

I take a sip of the blood.

O-?

This is the good stuff.

Magnus looks at me with curiosity.

"...what are you?"

He questions and I raise a perfectly arched brow.

"Your ally."

•

After a while of talking to Magnus a group of shadow hunters walk in.

Trying to disguise themselves but I can always tell.

My eyes follow the group of three. Their eyes searching for something particular.

One a blonde male, another a female in a white wig along with another male who has the same facial features as her.

"Shadow hunters."

I tell the warlock, nodding my head to them before they all separate and go their different ways in the club.

Magnus observes then for a little while, but soon looks back to me.

"Don't worry, they aren't going to be much trouble. At least I hope so ."

He mumbles out the last bit, taking a sip of his gin.

I chuckle lightly, leaning into him.

"You know I've never been with a warlock."

I caress his chin, his lips pulling into a grin.

"And I've never been with a vampire before."

He whispers out lustfully, as my hand moves lower over his chest and to his trousers.

I make a soft purring sound in delight, layering kisses and bites along his neck. His head goes back and eyes close in pleasure. I continue on for awhile, feeling his member get harder under my ministrations.

In the next few minuets our kisses continue and get more adventurous.

My eyes snap to the door and I hear Magnus whine in displeasure.

My nostrils flare as I catch the familiar scent.

Clary.