Title: Blood Love
Chapter 1: Rebirth
Genre: Romance/Horror/Fantasy
Darkness surrounds Simon. Fear and panic surges within himself. And hunger, a specific thirst for something unimaginable.
He slowly glides his arm through the boundless darkness, and feels the distinct sensation of the earth. Soil. An abundance of it. Below him, Beside him. And… Above him.
"Oh shit," he mutters shakily. A myriad of questions overflows from his mind. Did the vampires do this? Did Raphael do this?
Focusing his attention, he attempts to recall the final memories before being entombed alive. He traces his journey back to Hotel Dumort, where he remembered he needed answers. About these symptoms. He wanted to know, if he had become, one of them.
A sharp pain suddenly burns through his head, as he remembers how the parasitic monsters tore him apart, without even a slight hint of mercy. He remembers his fading life excruciatingly leaving his body. And he remembers, a silhouette slipping out of the shivering shadows, pulling him out of oblivion.
Raphael Santiago.
An even sharper pain stabs Simon in his gut. Hunger, and thirst. His mind spins without direction, command of his limbs cripples.
"I will not die here!" He yells in defiance. Ripping through the soil, Simon desperately climbs to escape his apparent prison to save himself, and quench his swelling thirst.
Finally, his left hand rips into the cool night air. Then his right hand. And his head. He opens his eyes to view his surroundings. Instead, he sees a three silhouettes. One with evidently no life, and two with pursing red and golden energy within them.
He craves it. The energy within them. He crawls out of the ground, and promptly darts towards them.
"Stop!" A voice rings into his ears and the dead silhouette tackles him to the ground, locking Simon between his legs and on his back.
"Open," the same voice gently speaks, despite his previous action, and pours something down his burning throat. Simon feels his body calming, his sanity materialising, and his vision clearing. In front of him was Raphael, sitting on his stomach, holding a packet of luxurious red liquid.
Stunned, Simon stammers, "W…What just ha…happened?"
"You tried to kill your saaxiibo," Raphael smirks and replied. "Good taste, I suppose."
"What?!" Simon exclaims. He glances behind Raphael and sees a terrified Clary Fray, in the embrace of Jace Wayland. Raphael rises from his position and turns to face them.
"He needs more, I can provide them back at Dumort," He says.
"Need what? What's wrong with me?" Simon questions, his eyes overwhelmed by terror and distress.
"I'm so sorry Simon, but I didn't have a choice. You mean the world to me," Clary painfully sobs.
Oh no oh no, a petrified Simon thinks. He comprehends the situation now. The red liquid, the searing thirst, his entombment.
He has become, a vampire.
Tremblingly, he pulls his arms into view. Two cold and pale arms stare back into his wide eyes. A drip of blood lands on his right palm, from his ajar mouth. He lifts his hand to his mouth and retracts.
"Blood, oh my..." Simon whispers, "Oh my…"
He tilts his head towards Clary.
"You chose this, for me?" Simon asks hesitantly, his eyes watering with blood.
Clary slowly steps forward, her eyes bloodshot, "I love you, Simon. I can't lose you too"
"He has to go now, cazadores de Sombras" Raphael intercepts, "Or he'll start hunting for blood."
"No, I'm not going anywhere!" Simon shrieks, disgusted by his own existence.
"Yeah, we'll take him back with us, Jace. Raphael is dangerous, he is sly, manipulative, cunning-"
"Niña bonita, that is very kind of you, but this newborn has to be where he belongs," Raphael states.
"You know he's right, Clary. He is one of kind now," the blonde Shadowhunter murmurs to Clary
"Chico," Raphael speaks, placing his cold hand on Simon's bloody chest, "I can help you."
Warm spreads across Simon's body, theoretically impossible yet happening. In the nightlight, Raphael's face seemed angelic, an irony since he is a damned creature. His charcoal black eyes stare lightly into Simon's, making Simon blush.
"Well, fine," Simon surrenders, quickly dropping his head to hide his embarrassment. "Take me there."
"Simon!" Clary attempts again
"I'll be fine, just go away."
Note:
I've never actually read the Mortal Instruments books, just watched the movie and the TV series.
P.S. I don't speak Spanish, just some simple translations via Google Translate and several other English-Spanish translating sites
