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"Come on Seb!" Ash said, his voice sounding weak and exhausted from having to support the weight of his parabatai who seemed to be deteriorating before his eyes. "You've come back from worse than this" The strange girl hadn't been lying, there wasn't much time to get Sebastian back to the institute, he needed healing and no amount of iratze's or strength runes were going to help him. He needed a warlock, he needed Magnus.
Ash thought more about how to explain the situation to Isabelle who was more than likely going to be furious, like the time Jace swapped the salt for sugar wondrously improving her cooking, no one knew it was possible but it was. However, every time a plan began to form in his mind it turned to smoke, only too replaced by a cocky grin accompanied by sparkling bright blue eyes.
Ashley had become more cautious of his surroundings, jumping into action for the sake of his parabatai with every shadow and sound. More than once he had looked behind him; sure he'd seen a flash of witch-light followed by a flicker of red only to be greeted by the darkness of the New York streets.
The rain had slowed from the heavy downpour to a light trickle. The sort of trickle that would still soak you to the skin in a matter of seconds. Both boys were already wearing their gear like a second skin, Ash having ripped the bottom of his shirt off to bind the poison infested wound, there was no doubt his mother was going to give him and earful for it, but right now it didn't matter, right now he didn't care. All he cared about was getting his parabatai to safety and talking to the one person who knew these streets inside and out. He needed to talk to uncle Magnus for more than one reason tonight.
Ash's speed had slowed dramatically, dropping like a stone the same way his energy did. His body was used to the adrenaline of fighting and the comforting weight of extra weapons, but not another human being. The most he'd carried in the way of people was little Gloria and she wasn't really much to handle herself.
Usually it was Sebastian who had to carry Ash, him being as cocky as his father with the same spontaneous thinking of his mother, never thinking before he acted. He laughed thinking of the time he was a child, listening to stories on the sofa about how his mother had stabbed his father in order to save him from his evil demon uncle.
His family was different to say the least, both his aunt and his uncle had married a down-worlder, he had more angel blood than any other shadow-hunter, his parents excluded, and was exceptionally talented when it came to runes. He wasn't like his mother who could create runes for her own needs, that was way beyond his level, but everyone had said a rune drawn by Ash was more powerful than one you could draw on yourself. Clary was the only exception to this rule obviously; having had direct contact with angel blood since before she was born.
Sadie however, took after her father's gift. She was an exceptional fighter and even managed to beat Ash on one occasion. She never bragged though, never stuck around to be congratulated. There was something about Sadie, something like she didn't want to be in this life, like she was only in it out of force of will, out of the bond tying her to it by her blood. She seemed to want nothing more than to get away, to escape the life of violence and be normal. She sometimes even seemed envious of their mother and the fact she had a choice for her lifestyle, she didn't have it thrust upon her when she got her first marks. But then Sadie was always ungrateful, always wanting more than she got.
She was beautiful, her face fuelled with less cuteness and more beauty. The fact her long red hair was such a beautiful mix of deep red and brown and wasn't so unruly helped, falling in silky waves down to her mid-back. Being her brother Ash tried his best to protect her; every time he saw her staring at a mundane from the institute window he would draw her attention away by making a snide remark. He hated how he acted sometimes, hated how everyone seemed to see him as his father's son, never his mothers. Always seeing the cocky, fighting badass, never the sensitive and shy painter. Everything hidden under his golden mask.
Truth was, Ash had no interest in going out and getting with girls like his father supposedly did, sure he liked to look at them every now and then, think about them from time to time, everyone did, but none of them ever stuck. Until now. The sly voice whispered in the back of his mind, throwing a flash of blue and red into his mind. He shook his thoughts free. If this girl had the slightest bit of interest in him, she'd show up again and he wouldn't waste any time learning more about her.
The way she held herself, so strong like nothing could break her, like if you threw a knife at her the blade would bend, barely scratching her polished surface. But even with that she was beautiful, her long hair, or what he could see of it lighting the alley in a crimson illumination, so much like blood but also so much like a rose.
That how he saw her, as dark and dangerous as spilt blood but a beautiful and complex as a rose. He didn't doubt however that the girl had some big secret about her, the way she stood, with an air of false relaxation, the way her shoulders tensed ad she was always looking out the corner of her eyes, the way her cocky smile still didn't seem to reach her large, crystal, blue eyes.
He was curious, nothing more. It's not every day a strange yet beautiful girl drops from the sky like a shadow and saves not only you, but your parabatai and not waiting around to explain or receive a thank you. This wasn't like some fantasy he had read in a book, this wasn't seeing a girl for no more than a few seconds and falling into a pit of destiny and lost love, having her slide across your mind followed by flowers and clouds and all that lovey-dovey stuff Isabelle was into with her 'chic-flicks' as she called them. No, this was wanting an explanation for the strangest moment of his life. This was wanting to know why a girl, whose eyes were so bright and so beautiful, could hold such darkness in their depts, why they seemed too old and too wise to be on a face so youthful.
He would find her, one day, he knew he would. With the help of Magnus he was sure he could track this girl down, find out her secrets and her mysteries, find what she was hiding beneath her sleek red hair and an oceanic eyes. It was only as he exited out of the last alley and onto the open streets that he could finally see the light of the institute, the glamour, slipping away without him even thinking about it. It was only now, as he watched the figures in the illuminated window moving around, one with a great bush of hair on their head, the other tall and muscular that Ash noticed he could no longer feel Sebastian's heavy breathing beside him.
Isabelle returned to her room after her talk with Magnus, her mind had suddenly began to feel unbelievable foggy and her vision had began to blur. She can't remember what had happened after that, in fact she couldn't remember what had happened before that either. All she knew is that she went to Magnus with a problem, a personal problem, one that kept her awake at night and made her feel wary for what the future would bring, not for herself, but for her husband.
Simon. She thought to herself, her mind wandering to the beautiful days they had spent by Lake Lynn in Idris not long after their marriage. It wasn't a shadow-hunter ceremony obviously, or a religious one, just a quiet wedding in the garden of the institute, on the small part of land by the sanctuary that could be touched by those who were damned. Damned. Isabelle thought a bitter taste at the back of her throat. Simon wasn't damned, sure he wasn't perfect, he was geeky and shy, so unlike the guys who's attention she usually caught. He didn't drool over her the way they did, not after he was turned anyway.
He used to be such an awkward teenager, always trailing after a girl who was caught between one world and the next, the same girl who had ripped his heart out and ragged him into the shadow world, binding him to it eternally without even noticing. Isabelle didn't blame Clary of course, She'd really come to like the girl, like the little sister she'd always dreamt of having. Besides, the whole shadow world should be thanking Clary for bring Simon into it, Isabelle especially. He was different now, braver. He had confronted the angel Raziel himself, asking for help. A downworlder, asking the help of an angel. The thought alone was comical to Isabelle and she found herself chuckling slightly, her hand massaging the large, bump that was now her stomach.
She had to see him. He wasn't far, only at the sanctuary where he stayed until the baby was born and they could return to their home only a few blocks away. She had offered to stay with him, offered to share the bed they had moved into there and spend the rest of her time before the baby's arrival but he had declined, ever the smart one, claiming how there was no warmth in the sanctuary and he was hardly a source of good body heat.
She had to think of the baby now and a heating rune would hardly help since the runes no longer affected her during her pregnant state. Whether that was due to the pregnancy in general or the fact it was a half vampire child, Isabelle didn't know. So she had stayed in her room. The room she had grown up in. The walls were still black and gold, painted by herself and the furniture exactly where she had left it. Make up on the vanity table, the feather bower in such a bright pink it now made her cringe, the odd feather trailed onto the floor. Still it didn't seem right to her anymore, the bed felt wrong, empty almost without him by her side. It had changed.
Obviously it hadn't been the one to change. She had. Ever since Simon walked into her life as the new vampire version of him, Isabelle hadn't quite known what was happening to her. She felt a pull towards him, something tethering her to him without her consent. An invisible rope wrapped tightly around her heart that Simon pulled along with him where ever he went without his knowledge. Had he of known he might have let her go.
She hadn't know at first, hadn't realised what was happening to her until it was too late. Too late for her to back out and hide, too late for her to find some random guy to take her mind off him, too late to stop herself from falling. And she had fallen. She fell so hard, waiting in mental agony for the impact to occur, only to find herself in Simon arms.
He had caught her, after everything her mother had told her about men never catching you when you fell, and leaving you to rot when they got bored had been proved false. Of course, Isabelle had never thought of it to be falling, she always assumed when she fell in love- if she did at all- she would just feel a different sensation to the one she got when she broke men's hearts. The same rush of power from when she chewed boys up and spat them back out before they even knew what had hit them. But that didn't happen with Simon. With Simon she was powerless.
She didn't think she would literally fall, would feel the air being ripped from her lungs, feel her heart speed up to a dangerous level when she was with him, and cease to continue when he wasn't, but she was wrong. She had fallen and she would be the one who was damned if she had it any other way.
Simon sat in the sanctuary, perched on the end of a bed that had been moved in there for his benefit. Not that he could sleep right now, worrying every second that Isabelle would go into labour and he couldn't be with her. He never thought he deserved Isabelle. He'd personally thought he would marry Clary and live in the 'mundane' world and have geeky children with red hair and glasses.
Of course Isabelle had changed that as quickly as blinking her beautiful brown eyes, the long lashes darker due to the makeup she didn't even need. She was so beautiful and so strong, breaking the hearts of men left, right and centre. He never once in his life thought he'd get to be with her, let alone marry her, but something glitched in her, like when a game does a flip, leaving you suspended in mid-air with no way to get down.
Something came down when he was with her, like her so perfectly built walls crumbled just a fraction, and should Simon push the loose brick the whole wall would tumble down, exposing the inner beauty and vulnerability of the girl beneath. But Simon never pushed the brick because he knew the girl would come down with it. instead he worked at it, got to know every inch of her, falling more in love as he did so. Slowly, so very slowly she let the wall down, day by day, brick by brick.
He was constantly worrying now, if not for Isabelle and his second child then for his first one. Sebastian had come as such a shock for Simon. Not only had he not known that vampires could have children, Magnus having neglecting to tell him that detail, he also didn't know if he was ready to be a father. He would live forever which meant watching as his children deteriorated and he didn't think he could handle that, but there was something about Isabelle that kept him there, something about the terrified look in her eye that kept him anchored.
She never let it show to the others, to Clary, Jace and Alec, but Simon knew. He knew how scared she was of being a mother, scared she'd fail the child like her father had failed her by destroying her faith in men. She stuck through it though and Simon was by her side the whole time, holding her hair back when she had morning sickness, holding her hand when she was giving birth on the floor of their first home.
He'd stayed, even through the pain he watched her endure, through the probable fractures in his hand that healed instantly, through the unbearably sweet smelling blood that poured out of her, coating the floor in the crimson delicacy. He'd never lost the faith in her, the faith she'd pull through and be there, holding her child in her arms. And she had pulled through, she had held her child and she had been happy, Simon still couldn't wipe from his mind the beautiful smile that covered her face the first time she saw Sebastian. That was a memory that would stick in his mind forever.
Just as he ran his deathly white hands across his face, the door to the sanctuary opened. Jumping to his feet, Simon saw Isabelle stood in the doorway in a crisp white dress, her hair pulled into a high ponytail and her face slightly flushed. She was breathing hard Simon noticed and he began to panic.
Crossing the room in seconds, ignoring the burning he felt in his hand as his fingertips slightly crossed the threshold to the institute, he put an arm around Isabelle's waist, supporting her as she leaned against him.
"What's the matter? Are you okay? Is it the baby?" Simon asked in a single breath, patting down her body from her shoulders, down her arms and landing finally on her large stomach. She chuckled slightly, taking his head in her hands and pulling him up from his crouch on the floor.
"Simon, everything's fine" she said with a sweet smile, one that none of her family saw, only him. But this still wasn't enough, there must be something wrong.
"Are you s-"but he was cut off by her lips crashing into his. He stood frozen for a split second but then he didn't take long to melt into the kiss, such a familiar feeling, such a sweet familiar taste. Marvelling at the feeling of her body on his and how, even with the bump, the fit together perfectly.
Her hands left the sides of his face, trailing down and locking themselves around his neck, pulling him closer to her as his arms wound around her waist. He breathed her in, everything about her, the sweet taste of sugar on her lips, the fruity smelt of flowers, jasmine and lilies that rose off of her in a cloud of fragrance making him suddenly hunger.
He winced and pulled away, covering his hand with his mouth to hide the fangs that had protruded from is gums, but it was too late. She smiled slightly, running a smooth finger across his chin, wiping away the blood that trailed from his now pierced lip. She smiled at him sweetly, but there was something else hidden beneath it, something far from sweet, this was something you would see in the old Isabelle, yet it still managed to send chills down his spine.
"If you were hungry, you should of said so" she continued to smile as she walked closer to Simon pulling the hair away from her neck that had fallen out of it's ponytail, trailing down her shoulders in straight black tendrils.
"No Izzy" Simon said reluctantly as he tore his eyes away from her neck, from the pulse that beat beneath her pale skin and looked her in the eyes. He didn't know what he expected to see from her, Disappointment from his rejection? No, instead he saw humour as she looked up at him with a sly yet sweet smile. "I told you not until the babies born" he looked her in the eye and her smile changed, no longer the cunning smile she had before, now it was the loving, maternal smile she wore only for him and Sebastian, the smile that made his heart melt, the smile that took all his self restraint not to kiss off of her face.
"I'm only joking Simon, honestly" she said, walking over to the bed. Even carrying the extra weight she still moved like she weighed nothing, like she was an angel drifting across a cloud. Of course to Simon she was an angel, she was his angel, as was the little girl she was carrying around every day. "Its actually about the little'en" she said, the smile faltering on her face just for a second, but Simon saw it.
He was next to her in seconds, holding the bump and looking her over, checking for any sign of damage. She giggled slightly then shoved him back; far enough that he landed flat on his back lying on the floor.
"I just meant we need a name for her" Isabelle said humorously "Jeez chill out" she laughed as he got to his feet, rubbing his head slightly and sat down next to her on the white sheeted bed.
"Oh" he replied, slightly embarrassed, not that he could blush anymore but the tone in his voice was all that Isabelle need. She knew Simon worried about being over protective, but in all truth she found it cute. Most guys didn't fuss over her, knowing she could care for herself, but that didn't matter to Simon, he would protect her until the day she died. She used to like being the centre of attention but not anymore, now Simons was the only attention she needed and she'd die before she let him give it to someone else.
A thought flashed across her mind, a thought too hazy to fully understand. It was more of a memory than a thought, something that had happened but seemed absent from her mind. Something about living and wandering, words she wouldn't of associated with Simon or herself for that matter. She shook the thoughts away before looking back at Simon who didn't seem to notice her inner investigation and was still looking at her expectantly.
"How about Rebecca!" Simon blurted out suddenly. Had Isabelle not been a shadow-hunter she probably would have jumped five foot in the air, but as it was she was un-phased. Isabelle smiled at Simon with a sad smile. She knew how much that his sister meant to him, she was the only family to of accepted his situation and she knew how much it had broken him that she was gone now. Jonathon had worked as hard as he could to break Jace after the bonding broke. But to break Jace he had to break Clary, and to break Clary he had to break everything she cared about - including Simon - So he did. Simon's family was slaughtered and left for him to find, his mother had only just accepted him back and now she was gone, leaving Simon to walk the world without a family.
Isabelle supposed it was better than watching them fall apart before his eyes, watching how he lived on past his nieces and nephews and all their children that follow, but she never said it aloud. His smile was still expectant knowing that he had to do anything to redeem himself, it was after all his fault they had died. In his eyes anyway.
Isabelle looked at him, the sad smile still on her face. He doesn't have to walk alone she thought. He has me.
But for how long. how long until he walks alone.The nagging voice in her mind spoke. She started to let her mind wander but suddenly it fogged up again, making her feel slightly light headed.
"The sounds perfect" she said lightly, hoping to distract him for the sudden turn she had just had. She succeeded. He jumped to his feet, pulling her with him and after wrapping his arms around her began planting kisses all over her face. She giggled slightly, not a sound Isabelle lightwood usually made as he whispered thank you between each kiss.
She stopped him, holding the sides of his face with both her hands, staring into his deep brown-green eyes and watching as the wonder and happiness danced through their depts. She of all people knew what it was like to lose a sibling, Max having died when he was only nine years old. The memory of his still body haunted her mind to this day. How she could have stopped Jonathon, how she should of at least made she he stayed dead if only to avenge her brother. She pulled Simons face towards hers, locking them in a kiss to distract herself. It worked. Just as she became immersed in the kiss the doors to the sanctuary burst open.
Flicking his head round, Simon saw a red headed teen standing in the doorway, her hair falling down her shoulders to her stomach in soft waves so unlike her mothers. She was wearing a cute blue sundress with bare feet. Her face was flushed from running and her emerald eyes were screaming panic no matter how many times Simon did a double take on them. He opened his mouth to ask her what was wrong but Sadie had already begun to speak.
"You have to hurry!" she said between her rasping breaths "Sebastian isn't breathing" Had Simon still needed it, he was sure that his heart would have stopped beating.
Please let me know what you think of this chapter, none of this is pre-written so that's why updates take so long.
I'll even like an anon review :)
by the way, I don't know if vampires in TMI can have children but it doesn't say anywhere that they cant (at least I don't think so) and since werewolves can then why not!
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