Christine Camp, a 18 year old girl originally from London and her best friend, Camilla decides to go to Hotel DuMort. Christine eventually discovers her best friend to be a thief, but as they are to leave the hotel, Camilla is caught by someone, and found dead in a ditch. Christine still has her stolen item from that night, but what will the owner say?

Clary Fray lived in the mundane world with her best friend Simon Lewis until her world is turned upside down by the kidnapping of her mother. After her journey to get the mortal cup and save her mother she hopes that it all will be over. But nothing is less true..... Her mothers memories are blocked and no Silent Brother or Warlock is able to crack her head open, with is very unfortenate due to the fact that Jocelyn maybe heard Valentine's plan. When Raphael overhears the Shadowhunters, he offers them his services. But this requires the assistance of the most powerful Vampire there is... The Queen [Shadowhunters] [Season One] Highest rank in Raphael Santiago #1

"You're a vampire." "You're not shocked?" "No, because I'm a siren."

"I'm sorry I never meant for this to happen I was supposed to protect you" "It's fine. I'll just have to live with it or should I say be dead with it" "That made no sense" "Shut up Simon." §/\/\§ Afina is an expert archer and is a shadowhunter, when she was younger Afina was given up for adoption and ended up with the lightwoods, she has the sight and that's what made them choose her. When Clary shows up Afina finds out more about her life about her real parents and her real siblings, but what she wasn't expecting was to fall in love with a vampire... I mean her team always breaks the rules why can't she? §/\/\§ WARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED ALL EPSIODES OF THE SHOW THERE ARE SPOILERS!!!

"What's your name?" She knew it was a stupid thing to say, especially seeing as this man wanted absolutely nothing to do with her, and she halfway expected him to disappear, to morph back into the shadows as if he were one with them. "Raphael," he admitted, somewhat reluctantly. "Raphael Santiago." "Santiago," she repeated absently. "as in savior, or saint?" Raphael's stare was like glass now, hard and steely, like a layer of clear ice on a frozen lake. "Excuse me?" "Your name. Santiago. In Spanish, it translates to savior, or in some forms of the language, saint." "Yo estoy lejos de un santo. I am far from a saint, nor have I ever been anyone's savior." //