Love Bite-
A.N.: so this is just a cute little oneshot of Isabelle as she reflects on her not-so-official relationship with Simon. After all, in the Mortal Instruments it doesn't really elaborate on her feeligs. So here it goes! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments of any of the characters.
Isabelle PoV
He was so, so sweet.
Nothing like the Downworlders Isabelle had dated before. They all had spunky styles, with gorgeous faerie faces or rugged werewolf angst or even a silvery transparence, on the one occasion that she'd dated a ghost. Long story.
He was different. He was dark haired, with dark eyes and pale, poreless skin of a vampire, his eyes framed by the dark, square glasses that seemed to compliment him perfectly. His acquired, easy grace that he walked with, a new, subtle sort of confidence. Maybe that came with the knowledge of knowing that you could easily tear any attacker to shreds.
And most of all, maybe it was his efforts to stay mundane.
His denial of blood confused her. No vampire blatantly refused to feed. It was a need, just like food and water, but more. You could see the struggle behind his eyes, the constant restraint. You could see it when he came close to Isabelle, when he hugged her or buried his face in her black hair and whispered: Izzy. Even when he'd told her the story of Star Wars and she'd fallen asleep curled up with him, you could tell.
Was she in love with him?
She didn't know. Maybe that was thing about love. The never knowing. The endless speculations that made you wonder. They always say that curiosity killed the cat. And despite the dark secrets of her parents' crumbling marriage, she was still curious.
Luckily for her, she wasn't a cat, and so far, he hadn't shown the want to kill her. And he'd been presented with plenty of opportunities. The time she'd begged him to bite her was a perfect example, preserved in Isabelle's mind with stunning clarity. As strange as it was, the feeling was electrifying, an addictive sort of pain. Something she wondered if she'd ever feel again. As much as she might want to, she couldn't force him.
She still had the two silvery pinprick scars on her collarbone. When she was alone at night, wide awake and wary of sleep, she let her fingers wander and touch them. They were always a few degrees cooler than the rest of her skin, as if she had a chill. They reminded her of him.
They brought a whole new meaning to love bite.
He was Simon Lewis, and maybe she did love him.
So there it was. I haven't written a Mortal Instruments of Infernal Devices fanfiction yet, even though they're both among my favorite series ever. So this was kind of an experiment. Please review, constructive criticism is ALWAYS appreciated! Thanks so much for reading!
-NotsoSugarQueen