The club was alive, crawling with lowlifes and creeps.

Pointy teeth, sharp claws, glowing eyes, and magic filled the rooms. Pounding lights and music went right through the core of the blonde waiting by the bar.

This club was home to some of the nastiest Downworlders in New York. And she was only here for one.

Over in the far corner, a black haired man held court. His pale skin contrasted with his all black attire, his pointed teeth on full display as he grinned. A girl with cinnamon curls leaned into his side, her red leather jacket catching every eye in the club. They were well known, brother and sister in every way besides blood.

Queen's Vampire Clan Leader and a its High Warlock.

The High Warlock's lover was to her left, the alpha of the largest pack of werewolves in Queens.

To the Vampire's right was another Warlock. This one blonde with baby blue eyes, his tail whipping back and forth beside him. He was far from his home turf, but the female High Warlock seemed to not mind.

Around them were different Vampires, grinning like fools.

At the other end of the bar from the blonde were two Fairies, the male grinning at his girlfriend as he nipped at her ear. She seemed to be ignoring him, but a small smile was tugging at her lips.

Another Fairy was dancing, a werewolf holding onto her waist. Her green dress shimmered as she twirled and swayed. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a bun with curls falling down like a waterfall. The Werewolf's brown hair curled to touch the nape of his neck, his brown eyes lit up with delight as he twirled the Fairy again.

His brother was not far away, dancing with some nameless black haired beauty.

Speaking of black haired beauties, a couple was leaning against the wall. The girl with longer black hair had her arms locked behind the other girl's neck. The girl with spiked hair had one hand low on the other girl's waist and one holding herself up against the wall. These two, however, were not Downworlders, they were Shadowhunters.

The rune on the taller girl's neck, above the collar of her silver jacket, proved her identity. And the rune on the other girl's hip, visible through the slit in her dress, was what gave her away.

Another set of Shadow hunters were dancing, the blonde man grinning at his girlfriend. The runes on her stomach, on view thanks to her crop top, were what named her. His runes on the backs of his hands, on his girlfriend's hips, gave him away.

But none of them were trying to hide, no, they wanted to be seen.

The last Shadowhunter, other than the blonde at the bar, was stalking his way through the crowd. His black hair was messed, as if fingers had been ran through it for hours. He wore a simple black hoodie zipped up over a dark green V-neck. His jeans rode low on his hips as usual, his belt more for show than use.

He slipped through the crowd, catching all sort of attention, before stopping beside the blonde at the bar. His green eyes raked up and down her figure, glinting at the fading red marks still visible on her collarbones. She hadn't changed from earlier, deeming the outfit worthy of the hunt they were doing that night.

"Everything is in place." He purred, leaning on the bar beside her and grinning. "You think they really fell for it?" He knew what she would say, but there was still a too fragile gleam to her eyes that he deemed unacceptable. If he got her talking about the plans, it would go away.

"With Travis and Conner spreading it that the Shadowhunters are going to move on the Vampires tonight, and us telling the others at the Institute the same thing, there isn't a chance they aren't going to show up to watch the fruits of their labor." She scolded, rolling her grey eyes. But a small smile crept up on her face as she turned to him again. "Thank you for trying, Percy."

"Anytime Wise Girl." He kissed her temple and wrapped his arm around her waist. She leaned into him, smiling. Her golden curls were brushed to the side as he kissed her jaw line.

They both were watching the crowd, looking distracted as they glanced around.

The decoy Shadowhunters that they had placed around the club looking tense enough for whoever they were trapping to think everything was going to plan.

A man was grinning to himself, in the corner next to Nico's court gathering. His black hair fell to almost cover one eye, and thanks to their runes Annabeth and Percy could see the eyepatch under the bangs. "That's Ethan Nakamura, a real prick." Percy mumbled, his lips barely pressed against the skin behind Annabeth's ear. "He hates all Downworlders, but vampires especially. I thought it might be him, or at least he had something to do with it." He sighed.

Annabeth had a coy little smile on her lips, playing the part of the love-sick puppy fawning over her big, strong boyfriend. "You didn't want it to be him?" She bit her lip and fluttered her eyelashes.

"He's had a rough life, I thought I shouldn't jump to conclusions." He nipped at her ear, pressing her against his front, his other hand cupping her face. "Should we move?"

Annabeth nodded, barely a dip of her chin. "But slowly, and only us too, I love everyone else, but we can't have too many people going after him. Have Jason and Piper move to the main exit, Thalia and Reyna head off for some "privacy" in the back." She kissed the corner of his mouth. "The others should just stay alert and in their spots. He'll expect Shadowhunters to be moving, we can't risk our Downworlder allies scaring him off. "

"Cunning as usual, you beautiful and wicked creature." He kissed her nose and pulled back, a cocky grin on his face as he pulled her towards the dance floor. He held a hand up, as if rocking out to the music, but flashed directions to the others.