Simon had woken up. Sitting in his room his head was pounding, he was hungry. He knew it was not for food which he longed for the taste of but for blood. He had thought the urge to feed by drinking animal blood but what Camille had said to him still rung in his head "You will never forget your fist try of human blood".
He sat up right and swung his legs over the side of his bead, his head in his hand. He felt the mark of Crain on his forehead and memories of the battle, while it was only short, came flushing back. He shook his head not wanting to remember and made of his phone. He wanted to phone Clary, he got her number up then noticed the time, it was 1 am. He could not wake Clary at this hour. Silently he placed his phone back down and stood up.
With his new swiftness he seemed to glide over to the door, gently he opened the door and instantly he could hear the breathing of his sister and mother. The smell of perfume got to his nose and under that he could smell blood. Naturally he licked his lips but he urged himself to leave and quick. He got downstairs and listened again, there was only the sound of breathing so he opened the door and went out.
He could feel the air against his pale skin but he did not feel cold, nor did he feel warmth. He walked down the street and took turns at random points. Eventually he came to find himself in a random street. He walked over to the bench and sat down. Even though it was 1 am the street was still fairly busy, people walking by either from late shifts or just enjoying the evening air. As they walked past him he would catch a smell of their blood, some sweet some salty. One woman walked past and her heart pounded against her rib cage. Simon used all his might to not plunge at her.
Suddenly he heard a scream, it was female. He thought he had bit someone and people were watching. Then he noticed no one was looking; only he had heard the scream. Clearly he had picked it up thanks to his new hearing being better.
Simon got up and heard the scream again, he began to run. His heart contracted in fear for the women. The screams were getting louder until them seem ear shattering to him. He was by an alley which was deserted or at least it seemed so. With his improved sight he noticed them gleam of a weapon.
Slowly he walked down the alley hearing what was being said "Hey, be quite now my dear and hand me your money. I don't want any trouble" the voice was cold and had no emotion in it. The woman who Simon could now see was backed up against the wall her black handbag was gripped between her hands and her chest which was raising fast. Simon could smell the blood off her beneath the sweat. The women seemed to lock eyes with him and then spoke "Please don't hurt me!" and tears began to roll down her face reflecting the little light that was down the alley. The man moved a step closer to her and lifted his arm, Simon saw the blade again.
Simon knew he had to act now or the women would get hurt. He jumped and grabbed the man's arm and pulled it back, there was a loud POP and the man collapsed to the ground screaming in agony. Simon felt heroic but suddenly he was knocked of his feet and hit the ground hard. The man hack kicked him, but this back fired on him as he was thrown to the left as if he himself had been kicked. The man stood back up now glaring at Simon. His eyes flashed red in the light. Simon swiftly rose up again. The man had a menacing look upon his face. The woman was now on the floor not knowing what to do. Simon wanted to help her but thought of the fear she would gain from seeing the man get killed by nothing touching him.
The man now had the knife in his right hand, twirled it the light gleaming off in odd angles. The man began to run to Simon who ducked between his legs and slides towards the women of which he whispered "Quickly hold onto me." As he turned the women grabbed around his neck and climbed upon his back. The man now faced them. He began to run again, knowing they could not go though he legs again.
The women screamed the sound like sharp needles digging into Simons ears but he stayed focused. The man was close now and in a moment would be upon them so Simon decided this was the time. He pushed his legs off of the ground hard and jumped over the man, instantly landing gracefully. He started to run the moment he landed knowing the man would not be able to chase him for long.
After a minute or so the man had given up and they were on a fairly busy street. Simon let the women climb off his back, feeling her heart pound against her rib cage as she passed his back. He turned to face her as a weak smile appeared on her face. Simon finally got a good look at this woman.
She looked about the age of 19 maybe 20. She was wearing a black dress with silver sparkling stars on it. She wore black tights though they seemed to be ripped, Simon was unsure if this was from the man or just a new style the mundane as she is now followed. Her hair was brown and went down to her shoulders. He lips were red as read as blood of which he was craving so much but the then looked at her eyes. They were a golden brown colour with her face streaked with black lines from where her eyeliner had run from her tears.
She looked at him as if concerned, he had not done anything but stare at her. "Thank you" she said feebly and Simon was shocked to even hear her speak so soon. He smiled back to her saying in a calm voice "its fine, just stay safe in the future" and with that he turned to leave but the women grabbed his arm. Simon looked back his eyes bright in shock and fear.
The women moved towards Simon and then looked him directly in the eyes. Her smile was weak and she went to hug him. He tensed up but she did not seem to care. Then she moved her lips to his ear and whispered "Do I not get to know my saviours name?"
Simon wanted to reply but he was scared that if he did his now appearing fangs would sink into her delicate flesh. He could smell the blood on her it was sweet something he was craving majorly. He thought the urge and spoke in a mumbled voice "Simon. Simon Lewis" and he pushed her away. She moved away but did not let go of his arm. She grabbed his hand and was socked "Your freezing! Why don't you come around mine?" Simon shook his head as it was all he could trust himself to do. Quickly he spoke "No, sorry I have to go. I should not even be out right now." He turned and began to walk off.