Disclaimer: The tv show belongs to Ed Decter.
AN: the first five chapters were written by U_know_luv_ME_99 until the author lost all interest in the fic, the author allowed me to adopt the story and chapters 6-10 are written by me.
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Chapter 1
"No," Simon said.
"What?" Clary asked, shocked. "Simon, come on. We have to wake up my Mom. This is the only way."
"Camille is a crazy bitch. It's not happening," Simon said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"I know you don't want to talk to her after she turned you into a vampire, and I get it, but you don't have to. Just help me and the others get her out and then you can leave," Clary pleaded.
"Camille didn't turn me into a vampire," Simon said. "You did. And I used to hate you for it, but now I understand why you did it, and I've made my peace. But you can't get mad at me for being what you made me."
"What are you talking about?" Clary asked. Simon could see confusion, sadness, and a hint of fear in her eyes, but he didn't care anymore.
"You're my best friend, Clary, but you're mortal. I eighty years or less, you will die. All I will have left is Raphael and the vampires at Hotel Dumort. You're asking me to betray them. They've done so much for me since the change. They've given me a home and a family after you took mine away from me. You're not just asking for a favour. You're asking me to spend the rest of eternity alone. Not even you are worth that."
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Simon turned away from his best friend and began to leave the institute, ignoring her cries and Isabelle's protests. Neither of them mattered anymore. It had taken a while, but he finally knew where his loyalties lied.
Simon knew where Raphael would be. He had come to realise that he always knew where Raphael would be. He wondered if that was some weird vampire sense thing or if it was special to the two of them. Raphael was in his bedroom, standing in front of the mirror when Simon came in.
"Baby," Raphael greeted, and Simon felt a shiver run down his spine at the name. "There you are. How was the wedding? You look great in my suit." Simon smiled, but Raphael could see that something was wrong. He sat down on the bed without a word and waited for Simon to speak.
"Camille has the book of white," Simon began and Raphael stiffened at the name. "Clary needs it to wake up her mom. She plans to break Camille out of here."
Raphael was still for a long time before he stood up and approached the fledgling. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked. Simon frowned.
"So you can stop her," he said.
"You're not going to help you're little Shadowhunter friend, then?" Raphael asked, and Simon felt guilty even though he didn't think he had done anything wrong.
"No," is all he said as an answer. Raphael seemed to accept it though as he smiled softly at Simon.
"Welcome to the family, Baby," he said in a whisper, and Simon smiled brightly back at him.
