So much has changed in the past weeks. Everything I've known from Dungeons and Dragons is real. Vampires and werewolves. Faeries and warlocks. Demons and angels. Good and evil. Life and death. War and hate.
I flop down on my bed and mope. I seem to be doing that a lot lately, moping. The one girl I want is so far out of reach it's almost comical. "Ha," I laugh out of spite for myself and the stupid fucking laws. Shadowhunters can't date Downworlders. What am I thinking? But Alec has Magnus, I argue with myself, there's got to be a loophole the clave hasn't thought of. But of course I'm too weak and stupid to think of one. Everyone thinks of me as the weak little mundane that would follow Clary everywhere she went. Nobody respects my new vampire powers. I'm looked down upon even by Valentine who isn't even capable of loving his own daughter.
Izzy dated Meliorn, I argued again. As soon as I thought her name an empty black hole opened in my chest. Izzy. Izzy, Izzy, Izzy. I fell in love as soon as she kissed me, before I turned into a rat and I was literally looked down upon. Oh, don't get me wrong, I know I could never have a chance with a girl like that. I close my eyes and think of her perfect curves. Her long smooth hair. Her wide brown eyes hardened with hate for demon-kind. I feel a pain in my lip and a tingling in my gums. My fang teeth are coming out. I need to feed.
"Simon, honey," mom calls, "Dinner!"
"Hang on a sec mom," I reply. My lip is starting to bleed.