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City of Heavenly Fire Chapter 2

Simon walked quickly to Taki's to meet Isabelle. He had something to show her. The wind battered him as he walked, making his scarf fly into his eyes.

"Why did I wear this?" He muttered to himself. "I don't even feel the cold." Simon was actually wearing a jacket and scarf because he needed to look more like a mundane. He'd been getting odd looks from people that said 'What the hell is he doing?'. It was not surprising though that New Yorkers were looking at him funny. It was near freezing outside and he was walking around in a t-shirt.

Simon opened the door to the restaurant and a bell clinked a high pitched sound. Cling Cling! It made his vampire ears cringe. He looked around the restaurant and tried to find Isabelle but all he saw were some faeries, a werewolf too busy wolfing-no pun intended- down a piece of raw steak, and a downworlder that must've had a lot of mixed blood. Simon decided to sit down at the booth in the far back corner. Vampire weren't the most loved of downworlders and he did not want to draw unwanted attention to himself. Simon heard Kaelie before he saw her next to him.

"Hey daylighter, what'll you be having today?"

"It's Simon. I'll just be having a coffee today." Simon didn't want to encourage her treating him like a vampire and calling him daylighter in such a public place so he didn't order any blood.

"No blood? I thought vampires were carnivores."

"Just the coffee." He said irritably. Sensing his mood, Kaelie left to give his order to the chef.

Simon wasn't in a bad mood, he was just nervous about what he was going to show Isabelle. What if she didn't want to see it? What if it all went wrong? What if-

The bell at the door went off ending his train of thought, and Isabelle walked in. Her black hair was tied up in a casual messy bun gleaming under the light. Isabelle must've done her makeup differently today because her eyes looked extra dark and smokey. She was wearing a red sequined tank top with a black leather jacket. Her black pants hugged her legs making them look extra skinny and on her feet she wore three inch high black leather boots with buckles on the outside. She looked hot.

"Hey Simon!" Isabelle smiled a dazzling grin and strided over to him in a few quick steps.

"Hi" Simon was incredibly nervous. He hadn't been this nervous since his first date with Clary.

"Everything okay? You seem… nervous."

"Yeah…"

"Oh my angel, Simon! You are nervous! Who did you kiss? Who was it huh? This is so not fair! I'm always the other woman. I'm so ashamed of myself. I managed to loose you? Who was possibly better then me? I-"

"Isabelle!" Simon cut her off before she could continue. "I did not cheat on you! I just have something to show you at the end of our date."

"Really what is it?"

"A surprise." Simon was horrified at where this conversation was heading. "When the date is over I'll bring you to the place."

"A place? Simon! You have to bring me! I can't enjoy this date with this curiosity eating away at me!" Isabelle's eyes were joking but Simon knew that she would nag at him for the whole date.

"You really want to go now?" Simon hoped she'd say no.

"Yes" But Simon knew better. Isabelle found out what she wanted and got it. No questions asked.

"Okay…" Simon slipped out of the booth just as Kaelie brought him coffee. He left a few coins to pay.

"Lets go" Isabelle said excitedly

The oatmeal was disgusting. Isabelle had made it on her way out to meet Simon, this morning. Clary had thought, how bad could it be? Oatmeal was foolproof right? Right? Not so. It was sickly sweet and looked like sludge on her spoon. When she scooped up a spoonful the whole bowl lifted, attached to the substance in it. The one bite that she had had was already making her stomach churn. What had Isabelle put in here? Clary's vision started going blurry and her regret of scooping out a bowl was amplified.

Clary pushed her serving away, and just in time. She was passing out again.

First, her fingers started going numb. Her skin felt as though she had jumped into a rosebush. Blood was welling around each cut on her and dripping down, then falling on the floor. All at once, her vision started to go. She saw purple dots around her eyes and then all was black. She was sitting on her stool in a large black pit. No top, no bottom, just her. Laughs echoed around her again. The mocking snickers that she had heard in the mysterious hallway last week. Abruptly she felt her stool being pulled from under her. Now she was falling in slow-motion. Clary's loose skirt ruffling and waving from the air going around her. Except she never reached a stop. She was falling down the black pit and there was nothing to stop her. The laughs were booming in her head stopping all thoughts. IT was so loud it was all she could do not to go crazy. The sounds bounced in her head making her even more dizzy. Then Clary was transferred from her body to looking at herself from above her body. Her red hair swirling around her head, flitting back and forth and moving in every direction. Her eyes were open, but empty, as if she were dead, with not soul to occupy her shell. Her face in an expression on shock and fear. Her mouth was shaped in a perfect round O. The skirt she was wearing flipped up and down, never stopping the constant motion, but everything was in slow-motion. She looked like her mother when she was in her coma. Empty, but still alive. With that comparison, Clary knew her soul was actually detaching itself from her body. She struggled to claw through the air to get back to herself, not wanting to find out what would happen if she didn't. But she wasn't moving forward. If anything, Clary was moving backwards.

Now she was thoroughly panicked. Every inch her soul was away from her body the harder it would be to get back. She screamed now, a blood curdling sound. She let out all her emotions in that sound. But nothing would bring her back. Then she heard the voice again. She recognised it now. Sebastian.

"Clary…" It was teasing her. The voice had that tone one took on when playing hide and seek. Starting the first syllable of the name high pitched then going to a lower sound for the second part of the name.

"Clary…" How dare it speak her name! What did it want?

Clary felt a sudden jolt of pain and her eyes snapped open. She was in the kitchen all alone sitting on the floor, covered in the oatmeal, if she could call it that, and a broken bowl. Some shards of the bowl were in her arm, causing her to bleed. Clary looked around, saw the stool on its side and realised she must've fallen off the stool and knocked over her bowl.

But that was not right. Clary had just had a second one of her episodes. This meant something. She took a deep breath and started toward the library to start her research.

"Oh Simon! I'm so happy for you!" Isabelle's eyes were full of happiness and compassion. Simon had just explained to her that after meeting Rebecca, she had talked to his mother and she would meet them. The Stars of David no longer decorated Simon's small house, and though this was a rather small action, it meant that his mother trusted him enough to let him in the house.

"Yeah. This will be the first time I'll see her since, well since she freaked out on me." Simon's voice was full of happiness and nervousness.

"Okay, well waiting isn't going to get anything done, so let's go in!" Before Simon could stop her, Isabelle was already on the front porch. She stuck her long finger out and rang the doorbell.

After a few seconds, Simon's mother stepped out from inside the house, closing the door behind her.

"Hi Simon." Her voice was calm, with a slight wavering to it. Simon was getting a very bad feeling.

"Hi mom." She cringed at the familiar name. Since Ms. Lewis did not acknowledge Isabelle, Simon didn't bother introducing her.

"Rebecca talked to me. She told me that you are a-" She hesitated on the word. "vampire." Her voice was so full of venom, it was ripping Simon apart. "I understand though, now. I understand that you are damned and you will spend and eternity burning in hell with people equally as bad as you. I know what you did to Rebecca, Simon. With your demonic mind control or something. I will cure her. But in the meantime Simon, I want you gone. Out of our lives. You can take you and your demon-loving friends out of here, vampire. You are not my son, you are not mine. Leave us." The way she had said her piece shocked Simon. His mother had always been loving and caring. But this woman was boiling with barely contained rage.

Isabelle appeared next to him and started escorting him away, muttering something he really wished his mother had heard.

"C'mon Simon. She isn't worth it." Isabelle was comforting him with her arms wrapped around his slim body. I felt nice.

Hey again! Hoped you liked it! BTW there isn't going to be much of Maya and Jordan. There just going to live happily ever away from my book. Please Review! Please suggest! Please tell this story to your friends if you find it worthy! Hey this is really fun ending every sentence with an exclamation point! Yay! Wow it make you really happy! Try it! Love you guys! Merry belated x-mas! I'm sorry if this is getting irritating! Please suggest! Please Review! X1000000000000000 ! :)

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