Simon

The moment Issy went I felt bad, bad for lying to her like that, but there was something ales I felt bad about, a bad - no wrong - feeling – I just couldn't put my finger about what it was just yet.

I sat in my room for a long time, thinking about Clary, the last time I had seen her, the last thing she told me; 'if Sebastian gets to me, run, run as fast as you can' I guessed she didn't want me to see the horrible things she will do, with no control on herself whatsoever, that's why I just looked at her smiled, 'will see,' I answered kissed her on her forehead and she left the room - but she wasn't smiling to me back.

And then I thought about Issy, I couldn't bring myself to lie to Clary but to tell Issy I will come to the institute wasn't a problem for me; why couldn't she understand I can't come to the Institute – it's to dangerous, and I don't want to be a reason for a conflict between the vampires and the Shadowhunters.

When I finally put the thought of Clary and issy away, in a dark corner of my head, I stood up and went to the kitchen; I could feel the hunger within me – it made me think unclear.

Just as I got to the fridge I heard footsteps, someone was running, running and stopping only at my apartment's door, he knocked fast and loud on it.

I knew it was her before I heard her yell for help, "Simon!" Clary yelled, she was scared, "Simon please, he is after me! I ran away from him before he could make me drink –" she stopped talking and screamed so hard.

Without thinking I already found myself in front of the door, as I reached to the door knob I hesitated – it could be a trick – but the thought disappeared when she screamed again, I opened the door.

But no scared Clary was standing on the other side of the room, no crying girl, a smiling girl, but not a nice kind of smile, a wicked grin.

"Really, that easy?" she said as she walked into the apartment, "I gave you much more credit than that, Sy."

She closed the door and looked at me, she was the same Clary I have seen only a day before, only today she was wearing her gear like every shadowhunter before a fight – no it wasn't her gear, it was a red, dark red, blood red, kind of gear.

"Sy?" She didn't call me that way since we were in middle school.

"okay, I lied, I knew it will be a piece of cake to get you," She laughed, but it wasn't the laugh I always loved to hear – the one I missed- the sweat sound she used to make only when the both of us where together – a long time ago, before it all changed – now it was the kind of laugh the villains in the movies always do – a laugh we used to laugh about together as we watched all of those movies – and that laughter reminded me of someone, not Sebastian's laughter, someone else's laughter, but whose?

A part of me, a big part, told me I should run away– but it was the smaller part, the one that told me it was Clary that I listened too.

"Clary?" I asked, and for a moment I thought that her expression will change, that she will look at me and smile her big childish smile, and hug me, tell me she was just playing with me – but I was wrong.

"Poor you!" she said, she pitied me; "You still don't get it? Do you?"

"Get what?" I asked.

"I gave you so many signs, so many hints, since we were kids, to know something with Clary is – was - off."

"What are you talking about? 'Was'?" I asked.

"Clary is dead!" she said, "she wasn't even supposed to live – if it wasn't for that stupid warlock! But that's not the point; the point is how stupid you are! I gave you all those hints, not only hints, I gave you a dream, I showed you that you should run away as fast as possible – you just couldn't put it together, poor you."

"The dream? You showed it to me, but why?"

One night, when I slept over at Clary's house I fell asleep as we watched Dracula, at the time the movie really scared me so I tried to ignore the movie until I fell asleep, as I slept dreamt that Dracula was running after me, I ran in a big forest that never ended, I got so tiered and fell on a stone when I turned around to see my killer it wasn't Dracula, it was Clary laughing the same laugh as now, she came at me and sucked all my blood out.

"I wanted to see you run away from me, I wanted to hurt Clary as much as I could – so every two years, just as Magnus's spell started dissolving, When I finally got control over my body, I projected to you that im going to kill you, I really hopped you will run away and never come back again," She smiled at me, "I have to say you disappointed me Daylighter, but I did promise you that you will die, in that dream – so now is the time."

The hunger I felt made me think in the wrong way, I wanted to ask her "What do you mean? 'Hurt Clary' – but you are Clary!?" but when I opened my mouth all I could do was laugh.

She looked startled for a moment, "why are you laughing?"

"It's ironic," I answered "that I dreamed you suck all my blood till I die, but in the end im the blood sucker"

"Shush, now isn't the time for you to laugh," I could see it was annoying her. "Now is the time to keep my promise." I stopped laughing, the urge to run grow bigger and bigger within me, but I felt as if my legs were bound to the ground and I did not move, not even as she took a wooden dagger from her belt.

The dagger had a silver sign on it, she saw me looking at it and explained with a grin "your name is written on it, I know how much you love the named bullets from all of those stupid movies – and I thought you'd appreciate this gesture."

At that moment I understood it, I knew why Clary wanted me to run – she knew me better than I know myself – she knew I would never believe shed do anything to me, and that I will never do anything to her – and that's why I'll be an easy prey, believing in her until the last second, and even after.

She took the dagger and shoved in throw my heart, for a second I was in a shock and then I fell on the ground, but I felt no pain- I felt nothing.

Clary looked down at me, with the same grin on her face, "you always wished to die next to me, didn't you?" she asked as my eyes started to darken.

I remembered my dad, on his bed, the day before he died – he told me that now, as he is dying, he can see it all clearly, at the time I didn't understand what he meant but now I do. Because it all became clear to me too, I understood everything, why I had bad feeling before, why I couldn't leave Clary no matter what, and whom her laugh reminded me of – Lilith.

The last thing I saw was Clary's face– when we were kids one day in the play ground I fell of a ladder and hurt myself, Clary ran to me and as she got to me and saw I was okay she smiled a worried smile, it was an adult look, I could see all the love and worries in her face that look made me know I would never leave her.

Clary's face in my memory disappeared and with it I.