The snow glowed white on the Brooklyn streets, snowflakes falling down, compiling into a fine layer that crowded the Brooklyn streets and sidewalks. Simon pulled his gray hood off his head as he walked into Eric's garage. "I think you've outdone yourself this time, Eric." Simon spoke to Eric in a delighted tone "The Hungry Yams, what kind of a band name is that?"
"A title used only by the boldest of musicians!" Eric fiercely responded, hopping down from the stepladder he had been standing on.
Simon shook his head while chuckling, and sat down on the chair after brushing the layer of white powder off that clung to it. Eric sat beside him, looking at the snow.
Simon continued to sit silently beside Eric, making no noise, simply listening to the sounds of Brooklyn. He listened to the cars, the shouting, all of the mayhem that he called home. But lately, he had found it to be less familiar. It felt like he was missing something, something important, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
The tunnel seemed to have no end, simply going on infinitely into darkness. Suddenly, a demon lashed out from a crevice in the ceiling, and landed in front of her. She kicked it with such force that it flew back several feet and hit the ground with a sickening crunch. As she stepped over the demon, she saw a figure coming towards her through the tunnel. She didn't see its face yet, but she already knew exactly who it was. She could tell from his walk, his body shape. She knew this man, this man that had once loved her, and that she in return had loved. But this man was gone, taken from her forever.
Isabelle gasped awake and sat up in her bed. She had been having dreams like this ever since they had escaped from Edom.
She would see a figure, a black figure come up to her. She would never see his face, but she always knew that it was him. Her heart would skip a beat, her face start to lighten, and then she would wake up, rising through a cold sweat, longing for the Simon that she had used to have.
She remembered his sarcastic comments, his quirky smile, and his sense of humor that had never failed to make her laugh. But this new Simon was stiff and unfamiliar.
Isabelle stood up, walking to her bathroom. She splashed some cold water on her face to wake her up, and looked in the mirror. She stood there for a while, simply looking at her reflection. It stared back at her, unmoving and threatening. I am going to make this better. I refuse to live my life like this. Isabelle repeated the words in her head, over and over again, as if thinking the words enough times would make them come true.
She changed into her gear and stumbled down through the Institute and out the door. She ran to Taki's to get some breakfast- pancakes with raspberry syrup, topped off with some whipped cream. As she sat eating the meal, her tongue danced with joy, but her brain was tormented and delusional.
She dreamed of the times that she and Simon had had before Edom. All the times that they had simply stood awkwardly, too shy to confess their feelings to each other. The times that she had wanted to do nothing but fall into his arms and kiss him until they wanted to do nothing else. She missed it so much. All she thought about was him now. Her dreams, her thoughts, even her nightmares. There was not a day that had gone by that she had not reminisced about the vampire boy that she had fallen in love with.