How was it that trouble always managed to find her? Just how? Was there a sign on her back saying 'please, attack me, it will be fun!' "Clarissa." she answered in a short, cold tone. The vampire didn't need a last name, and she didn't get the name that everyone else called. She wasn't going to get very much cooperation.
Flinching at the sting across her jaw, Clary gritted her teeth, staring hard at the vampire. It would be extremely satisfying to run her through with her seraph blade an be done with it.
It was clear by the way her lips pressed together she wasn't sharing the what she was. "Human, what else do I look like?" she snapped, words chalked full of teenage attitude and snark. What else she was, was none of her damn business.