As Simon walked down the long dark corridor,which wasn't really that dark because of his vampire site, he began to contemplate: what exactly was he going to say to Isabelle? She was in a state of shock and grief by the loss of her nine year old brother, why would she want to talk to him? He was nothing but a lowly downworlder, while she on the other hand was a beautiful and amazingly powerful shadowhunter. Of all things to share her grief with, why should she choose him?
Simon's reflections were cut short by the realization that he had arrived at Isabelle's door."Izzy,"he called out a bit timidly. When there was no reply he called out again, this time in a more resigned voice,"Isabelle, look, I know you don't want to talk. I don't even know why I came up here. If you didn't want to talk to your brothers then why would you want to talk to me? I'm just a lowly down-" Before Simon could even finish his sentence, the door was pulled open and he was yanked into Isabelle's room with a speed and ferocity that rivaled his own.
Simon barely had time to register that Isabelle was only halfed dressed before she asked him pointedly," Why are you here? What do you want? You know I don't want to talk! Uggh! How much did they pay you?"
"Well", Simon began. "One question at a time. I'll start with the first. Why am I here? I'm here because I care about you. What do I want? I want to make sure you're okay. And finally, how much did they pay me? Nothing. I came of my own free will."
"Alright, I understand you care, but you know I don't want to talk!" shouted Isabelle.
"True," replied Simon."But I think talking will help you out. You know, get closure and stuff."
"No... What I need is a distraction." stated Isabelle matter of factly. Simon noted the wild look in her eyes, the slight tremble of her fingertips as she played with the ruby red pendant at her neck. He also noticed how one strap of her black nightgown was down, revealing a small strip of lacy red bra.
Before Simon could even realize what was happening, Isabelle had launched herself into him and knocked him to the bed. The next thing he knew, Izzy was laying one forcefull kiss after another on him, while not so subtely trying to unzip his pants."I have to stop this," Simon thought to himself. "I can't let Izzy have pitty sex with me. It's not right."
Summoning all of his newly acquired vampire strength, Simon lifted still squirming Isabelle off of the bed. " Listen Izzy. You can't do this. You don't really want to. You need to talk it out. Distractions won't help the pain... only surpress it."
Isabelle jsut looked at Simon anf nodded sullenly. She pulled the straps of her nightgown back up and plopped down next to Simon on the bed. She opened her mouth to speak, but Simon held up one hand and disappeared. His was back in less than a second. In his hands were two spoons and one carton of Ben And Jerry's Chunky Monkey Icecream. A wide grin spread across both of their faces. Simon took his spot next to Isabelle and she whispered into his ear,"How did you know?"
"Vampire intuition?" offered Simon. Isabelle just shook her head in exasperation. "Fine... I saw it on an episode of Doctor Phill."
