CHPATER 45: Dance?

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Clary, being as scrawny as she was, wiggled her way through the crowd of emo, punk, and goth dancers, flirting and getting drunk. She liked certain punk bands, so to calm herself, she listened to the song currently being played. She didn't know who it was, but the up beat and loud music calmed her somehow.

She found herself at the middle of the dance floor. The demon was stunning.

His hair was spiked, he was tall, muscular, and his eyes sparkled like crystals in rock.

"Hey," his voice was raspy and clean.

"Hi." She smirked at him.

His eyes widened. "Care to dance?"

Clary shrugged and started to sway to the music with him. "I don't believe I caught your name." Clary said.

"Hans." He replied. "You?"

She used a fake name, "Joyse."

She turned around, still dancing, and pulled Raphael out of her bra.

Hans caught her hand. "Not so fast little Shadowhunter." It hissed. She turned around to see the demon's crystal eyes turned into a full black. "You will pay for what you tried to do!"

Clary gasped as the thing twisted her wrist around. She didn't even remember hitting the ground.

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