A/N: Hey guys, here's the sequel to Mirror Image! I won't be able to update as often but I'll try to do it at least once a week or every two weeks.
Simon
*Flashback*
I felt like I was suffocating. I opened my eyes and everything was completely dark- and smelly.
Am I buried alive?!
That's when the panic set in. I frantically began shoving dirt away from me, hoping I'd reach fresh air soon. After what felt like an eternity of digging, my head finally came above ground. If I hadn't just been buried alive by my friends, I would of laughed at their shocked expressions.
"I go unconscious for a few minutes and you bury me?!" I asked.
"We thought you were dead." Alec said, offering me his hand to help me up.
Then several things happened at once; I felt a stabbing pain in my gums, my hands clung to Alec's arm with inhuman strength, and I drank his blood. I could feel Alec struggling against me but I kept drinking.
Suddenly I received a hard blow to the side of my head and I slipped into unconsciousness.
*end of flashback*
I woke up with a burning sensation in my throat. I opened my eyes slowly. I was lying on a bed covered in silk sheets, the walls were painted gold with a black design, and I was tied to the bed.
The door opened and clary walked in.
Thank god.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"My throat's really sore, um, why am I tied to a bed?"
"You attacked Simon!" clary exclaimed.
"W-what?"
"Simon...you're a vampire." Clary said, not quite meeting my eyes.
"Hilarious."
"I'm serious."
"Of course you are Fray."
Clary held a cup under my nose, it contained a dark red liquid. My body lunged towards it and something sharp pierced my lips.
Fangs.
She held the cup to my lips and I drank quickly.
"How's he doing?" Magnus asked walking in.
"Good, how's Alec?"
"Clary...Alec's dying."