Chapter 2 is here! I really do have high hopes for this story.

Quick recap: Simon has just met up with Clary, Jace and Isabelle at Taki's after having not seen any of them for a month. And there is some tension between Simon and Isabelle because of their night in Alicante.

In this chapter Simon intends to sort things out with Isabelle, but when she takes him to her room to talk privately could their feelings get in the way of them talking?

Chapter 2: Confession

When the four of them had finished they'd exited Taki's and headed towards the Institute. Simon didn't really feel like going home just yet, so he tagged along, walking in between Clary and Isabelle. The air was like ice between him and Isabelle and he found it hard to breath. Then he remembered he was a vampire and they don't breath. Even so, there was a strange wall between them. It was like looking through a telescope, seeing Isabelle so close and not being able to reach her because she was so far away. "Isabelle-" Simon started.

"Simon," Isabelle interrupted him, "can I talk to you in private once we are at the Institute?"

Simon swallowed this was his chance to straighten things out with her. "Okay," he answered.

The Gothic Cathedral that was the Institute loomed above Simon and his companions as they made their way across the street. Jace pushed open the huge doors and they all entered and headed to the elevator. Simon was always wary about walking into a church now that he was a vampire. The ride up was quiet no one said a word. When the elevator doors opened Jace stepped out first with Clary close behind him. Simon went to follow but Isabelle snatched his wrist to stop him. Simon made no effort to struggle.

Isabelle led him to her room. She turned the handle and opened the door. She entered with her arms wrapped around herself and Simon followed her. "Close the door," she said to him, "please."

Simon closed the door and rested his forehead on it. Okay, Simon said in his mind, I'll talk first, bring the matter up straight away. No dodging the point. He clenched and unclenched his fists. But he could help but feel slightly strange about being in Isabelle's room alone with her. He shook his head and turned around, "Isabelle I-"

He didn't finish the sentence. Isabelle threw herself onto him in a kiss. Her arms were wrapped around his neck. Simon was so shocked he just stood there, eyes wide. He didn't know what to do. Isabelle obviously took this as an invitation, she parted Simon's lips with her own and pulled him closer to her. Simon snapped out of his shock and put one hand around the girl's waist and the other through her hair. He loved this and Isabelle obviously felt the same way. He could feel her heat beat increase.

He stopped kissing her and went to her neck. He brushed his lips over her pale flesh, he rubbed his nose from her collarbone to her chin and kissed her neck again. Isabelle unwrapped her arms from Simon's neck and put them under his shirt. Simon invited this and responded by lifting up his arms, off came his shirt and it fell to the floor soundlessly. Simon lifted Isabelle effortlessly off the ground and she hooked her legs around his waist as she undid the buttons of her top. He caressed her neck with his lips, he could hear her heavy breathing, feel her body heating up. Simon took her to the bed and they fell onto the soft mattress.

Isabelle grasped Simon's wrists in an iron grip and flipped them over so she was now sitting on top him. She pinned the boy's hands up to the corners of the bed, he grinned at her showing long needle-like incisors. She kissed his neck and then his chest, Isabelle could feel Simon shaking with excitement under her touch. She pressed her body against his and kissed him on the lips.

Simon didn't know how much more of this he could take. It was beginning to get hard to control himself, he knew his fangs had come out. He kissed Isabelle and her grip loosened on his wrists. Simon took this chance and reached down to unbuckle his belt. All of a sudden Isabelle stopped kissing him. "Wait," She said and pushed herself off Simon, "it's happening again." Her voice shook as she said the words. She stood up and walked over to her vanity and looked at Simon through the reflection. Abruptly, she broke into tears and fell into the chair. Simon sat up on the bed.

"Izzy?" He said softly, "Izzy what's wrong?" But Isabelle just continued to sob uncontrollably. Simon strode towards the vanity where Isabelle was. He placed a hand on her shoulder but she drew back as if his touch burned her. "Izzy," Simon said again, "what's the problem?"

"What's the problem? What's the problem?" She yelled and got up from the chair, "You are Simon! You are what the problem!"

"How," Simon said confused, "am I the problem?"

"Ever since that night," Isabelle said, "you have been in my mind! I can't get you out, no matter what I do. By the Angel I can't even forget you when I'm fighting demons! I can't control myself anymore!"

"How do think I feel?" Simon raised his voice, "I haven't had any real sleep in weeks! And when I finally get to sleep you are all I dreamt about! I can't concentrate on my school studies or anything for that matter! And on top of that I have to deal with being a vampire!"

"What?" Isabelle looked taken aback.

"That night in Alicante," Simon continued, "it's all that's on my mind! Ever since that night you have been in my mind! I cannot get you out! And nothing I tried could change that! I love you Isabelle Lightwood! And as much as I tried to deny it I couldn't go through a single day when you weren't on my mind! You-"

He stopped, realising what he had just said.

A deafening silence crossed over the room. Both Isabelle's and Simon's eyes were locked and both of them were filled with mixed emotions, most overwhelming of all confusion. Neither of them tried to break the icy silence. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Isabelle and Simon's stare broke as they looked at the door with wide eyes. It opened a crack and Clary's auburn head came through. "I can hear shou-" She stopped to look at the scene she had just stumbled upon, "-ting? Um… yes." Her green eyes were full of shock as they darted from Simon to Isabelle and back again.

"Clary it's not what you think," Simon said, "this is just-" He looked over to Isabelle for support, but she just continued to stare at Clary.

"Right," was all Clary could say, she cleared her throat, "It's you guys' choice anyway. Just um… this is really awkward. I'll just go and leave you two to it. Bye." She closed the door, only for it to be opened again almost instantly by Jace.

"Okay!" Jace shouted, "Gear up Clary and Izzy we got demons to kill!" The door was wide open and, if Simon could, he'd probably have died with embarrassment. Behind Jace and Clary stood Maryse,
Isabelle's mother. Jace broke into maniacal laughter and almost fell to the floor. "Simon's finally getting lucky huh?" he said in between his episodes. Clary lifted her hand up as if to hit him, but just grabbed his collar and dragged him away.

"C'mon asshat," She said.

"Hey mom," Isabelle said with an awkward smile and wave, "What's up?"

"Right," Maryse shook her head, "We'll talk later." With that she followed Clary and Jace, who was still laughing. Simon and Isabelle were now alone again.

"Izzy," Simon said, "I should go."

Isabelle didn't answer him, a tear fell down her cheek. She quickly turned away from Simon and a long moment of heavy silence followed. "Okay," she said finally but when she turned around Simon was already gone.

End of chapter 2.

I really am looking forward to the reviews you guys have for me.

Again, thanks for reading!

Chapter 3: Banishment shall be here soon!

Edit: I had to come back... first off I reaised that there actually was no confession in this chapter! So I changed that. I also tweaked the ending a bit.