My Continuation on City of Lost Souls! Read and tell me if I should continue, thanks!~

My frozen body soon heated up as I drove to my house in Eric's Van with Simon. It was nice, just the two of us––not that I didn't love Jace or Izzy, but Simon and I hadn't really had enough time together alone. We talked liked old times and shared laughs that were well missed throughout this year. But, even with the overprotectiveness of my friends and family, I still couldn't say I felt safe, in fact I felt jumpy all the time.
His face haunted my dreams and I had woken up screaming and in tears ever since my brother had sent that message to Mayrse.
'I am coming,' echoed constantly in my ears. It sucks to know that Sebastian had so much unknown power and could enter our lives at any moment.
"Clary!" I shook my head and turned to stare up at Simon, trying to focus on the busy road, but also on my. His eyebrows furrowed in concern and his much longer brown hair sweeped close to his eyes, making his vision blurred.
"Sorry, what?" I asked, running my thin fingers through my untamable mane. I looked in the rearview mirror, surprised at what I saw. I thought that I was beautiful. I could never see it, but now I did, but I still was nothing compared to Isabelle or my mother. The skin around my eyes was pinker than the rest of my complexion and my familiar freckles dusted my nose. My eyes popped with the coat of mascara I had applied this morning and my red-orange hair fell in loose, messy curls.
"I said, 'How have you been holding up,' you know, before you zoned out. Again," Simon said with a slight edge to his voice I was unfamiliar with.
"Oh, fine...I guess."
"I guess?"
I shrugged my shoulders and looked down, "It's just that I keep thinking about him. It seems like he's controlling my mind, making me think about what he said all the time."
"Clary, you know we will never let anything happen to you, Jace will make sure of that," Simon gave a smile to me before widening his eyes and cursing under his breath as he slammed on his breaks. "Asshole!"
I let out a little laugh, but it wasn't my real one. "I'm not worried about what will happen to me, I'm worried about what's going to happen to everyone else. I do not want anyone I love and care about to get hurt because of my brother," I said brother with ice in my voice. His black eyes reminded me of an abyss, showing nothing but darkness except for that dull grey ring around his iris. Just thinking about his eyes made me shudder.
Simon let out a long sigh, almost like a groan, "Clary Fray! You need to stop worrying about everyone else that are well aware of how to take care of yourself. What you really need to worry about is you––not even yourself, because you're protected. Nothing is going to happen, at least not right now. Jace, Izzy, Alec, and all of the others are probably all back at the Institute around a fire enjoying some nice Taki's take-out."
I looked at him, waiting for him to turn his focus entirely on me and gave him a warm smile, "I love you, Simon."
"I love you Clary. You're my best friend and nothing is ever going to change that, I promise."
I smiled to myself and decided to change the subject, "So...How's Izzy?"
He rolled his eyes, "There's my Clary," then he added a smirk, "Not that I like the real you, I mean you're annoying, demanding, sarcastic, stubborn, bi––" he went on, pleasing himself with every word.
I let out a laugh and punched his arm.
"OW!" Simon shouted, even though he probably didn't even feel a thing, now that he was a vampire and all. I don't think I'll ever get used to the idea of him being a Vampire.
"Well..." I urged him.
"Okay, so I had a talk with her, like you said and I guess we're official."
"I guess?" I retorted.
"We are. She was worried that I still had feelings for you––you know, like that...but I assured her that she was the only girl for me like that and that I loved her; all the good mushy stuff you girls love."
I smiled widely and gave him an awkward sideways hug, restrained by my seatbelt, "Aww! Simon, yay! I'm so happy for you! You guys are going to get all old together, have little Simabelle babies, defeat evil together, and live happily ever after," I said. I never, would ever, talk like this, but I was really happy for him and I was glad that things worked out between them.
"Clary, you sound like a real girl! Um and Simabelle?" Simon questioned, using a fake-astonished face.
"Well you know, I am a girl and I can be happy for my best friend, can't I? Simabelle's your ship-name"
"Alright, I suppose...Dammit! I hate all of these asshats––Clary you're rubbing off on me." I laughed as Simon grew frustrated with the insane traffic jam. Simon was used to being able to run free and climb up buildings, not having to sit in a Van in a serious car-jammed-line. "Remind me why we have to drive?"
"Because, I wanted a normal evening out, not a web-shooting transportation service."
"I don't shoot webs Clary, I'm much cooler than Spiderman anyways. I can climb anything I want to, run faster than any sports car, and not to mention, I'm so hot."
I rolled my eyes, feeling another urge to hit him in the arm again, "Can you sparkle in the sun?" I asked.
He looked at me like I was a pathetic child, "Clary, I sparkle all the time."
"Gosh, you're starting to sound like Jace," I muttered.
"OKAY! TOO FAR! Don't you ever say that again!"
I broke out in laughter, but my laughing was cut off abruptly as Simon, once again, slammed on the brakes. The car in front of us was honking repeatedly at the cars in front of him and now Simon was honking his horn. "Don't you love Brooklyn?"
He gave me the death-stare, before focusing again on the traffic.
Finally, our home came into view. I kissed Simon's cheek and gave him a real hug before stepping out into the bitter cold air. Snow was slightly falling and the sky was a dark blue and some dark grey clouds were still visible. The ground was wet, but no snow stuck to the ground because it was still too warm. I waved a last goodbye to Simon and pulled out a pair of keys from my jacket.
As soon as I stepped inside, Simon pulled out from the driveway and drove off. I was greeted with a familiar scent, a combination between fresh paint and old book pages. Surprisingly, the lights were all out, which was weird considering I had just texted my mom and knew she was home twenty minutes ago.
"Mom?" I shouted. I didn't get a response, but something told me that I wasn't alone.
I slid my hands along the front hallway until I switched on the main lights. My breathing became shaky.
I texted Jace, knowing he'd get here the fastest just in case I needed help. Suddenly my tiny body was thrown against the nearest wall and my phone was deprived from my hands, smashing against the hardwood-floors. I let out a yelp and looked around my until my vision finally cleared up enough to see a demon. I didn't know what type of demon it was because it was a new demon unseen before, probably Jace and the Lightwoods hadn't seen one quite like this.
It was easily seven-foot and purple-blue-red veins popped out of its' slimy cream colored skin. It's eyes were slits and it didn't have a nose, almost like Voldemort, except much scarier. It had huge arms and legs, sprouting claws with fatal blades. The creature's mouth was a slit as well, making me want to throw-up, but it's teeth was horrifying. It literally had daggers for teeth.
"CLARY, RUN!" I heard my mother screech from upstairs.
"MOM!" I screamed. The creature made an insanely quick descent towards me and shoved my body against the wall I had just been thrown against. It hissed at me, revealing a snake-like tongue. The monster was suddenly thrown off of me and I saw my mother trying her best to pin it against the ground, but that thing easily had two hundred or more pounds over her. I ran to the kitchen and pulled out the silverware drawer, being in such a rush I realized that all of the sharper knives weren't even in a drawer. I jumped up, ignoring all of my bodies cries and raced to the counter to pull out the biggest knife I could find in the little wooden stand they all sat in. When I returned to the scene, something shot out of the monster's mouth and my mother was sent flying through the air, slamming hard on our coffee table. I screamed again for her and lunged at the demon, stabbing the knife expertly into its chest, straight through the heart. It didn't die! I struggled to get the knife free from the rubbery chest of this thing, but it was lodged into it. The demon looked down at the handle of the knife and growled. It swatted me to the ground and ripped the knife out of its chest, letting out a tiny cry. I tried to get up, but my feet were swept right from under me and I smashed, chin first, into the ground. I was now being dragged across the floor, towards the basement.
I scrunched up my face in pain from the contact between the demon's hand on my ankle, but also from my bare skin being roughly dragged across the wood. I felt like a bobble-head as my body went slowly, but painfully down the uncarpeted stairs and I wasn't in any condition to fight back, not to mention I didn't have any weapon. Besides, this thing was invincible, good for me.
Towards the end of the staircase, my body was flipped around and the monster pinned my small body under its large one and swiped its claws across my cheek. I took a blow against my forehead from something I couldn't see and then I felt the claws digging into my chest. I tried to scream out, but my voice was lost from all of the blood-loss and pain I was going through. It's slimy hand made its way up my shirt and slowly dragged its claws across my stomach.
Breathing was becoming hard now, but not because I was practically suffocating under the weight of this thing, but also because Its hands now covered my nose and mouth. It wasn't trying to kill me, but knock me out, so it could take me somewhere––to him. I pried my hands from underneath my butt and started to throw blind punches at the body on top of me, begging it to get off. I didn't even realize that I was crying hysterically.
No matter how hard I tried, nothing worked and I slowly felt my throat starting close up, and air was desperately trying to squeeze it's way out, making my head pound loudly in my ears. My eyes started to see black dots and all I could hear was the pounding from my head and a screechy ringing sound. Then it was all gone.
All of the pressure was instantly off of me and I flipped over on the stares, coughing for air. I spit out blood and every part of my body was stinging. I tried to get enough air, but I was failing miserably. Gentle hands started to rub my back, and I knew that spark it sent through my body anywhere. Jace.

"It's okay," he soothed, choking on tears I think. "Breath Clary, breath," He repeated.

"Jace––Oh my God, Clary!" That frilly girl voice belonged to Izzy, but I still couldn't focus on anything right now, still suffering to find air.

"Get Alec!" Jace demanded. But his voice sounded oddly foggy and then everything was

happened too quickly. I blinked and shook my head, but then I felt like I was on fire. I let out a scream, quiet in my ears and clutched my throat. Poison was seeping its way throughout my tiny body and I was beginning to feel like I was on fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. The back of my eyes burned and my throat was dry from the effort of trying to give me air.

"Clary, stay with me! Stay with me! STAY WITH ME!" Jace begged, but his face was so distant. His arms sweeped me up off of the stairs and he laid me out on the cold basement floor. The coolness of the ground felt nice, but then I was hot again. I ripped at my jacket and Jace supported me by yanking it off. I could feel some air filter through my body, but not enough. Jace clutched my hand in his and kissed it. "Come on Clary, It's alright."

But it wasn't. I was unable to hear him anymore and then the world around me was lost and dark, so, so dark.