"Well?" Clary demanded. She's like, moody much?

"Well" I mimicked "Yeah, similar thing happened to me too."

"How about you go to details mundane?" Magnus stretched out. I don't think he really cares about this. That makes two of us.

"Well, I'm sure Magnus filled you all in." I yawned. "Yesterday a fricking noise tried to kill me, today it tried to kill Simon. You know, the usual." They don't need to know about the angels. It's my problem. Wait, is that even a problem? It's just an angel stalking me, no big deal.

"Then again, today at the Silent Brothers you acted like you heard something." Jace pointed out. He just has to suck the easy out of everything, doesn't he?

"Well here's a thing." I started. It had to come out someday. "Me and Simon have some sort of... connection."

Jace snorted.

"Connection? You are going to have to get in line." he glanced at Izzy.

"Not that kind of connection, ye little shit. I mean I occasionally go to his head." I said simply.

"What?" Clary and Simon said in union. They both looked creeped out. I think I would too if someone said that to me.

"Okay.." I sighed. "For example, you two talked on phone yesterday and I think it was about..." Well it's not everyday you hear your son is a vampire..."You told your mother you're a vampire."

"You did what?" Izzy's jaw dropped. "Why didn't you tell me? What did she say? Why didn't you say anything?"

Simon went to his 'defensive mode'.

"Well, it didn't go so well, and I thought we were talking about the weird Ama stalker thing!"

Smooth, Vamp, real smooth.

"We're not done" she flashed a glare towards him.

"Look it's not that big of a deal." I flashed a grin. "It just happened once or twice, it doesn't matter."

"Once or twice?" Clary looked incredulous. "You mean it happened more than once?"

"Did you run from any vampires recently?" Simon blurted out.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Well in Purgatory quite recently one tried to make me his dinner, but I'm not sure what that has to do with..."

"So it was you." he sighed.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Look two days ago I had this dream, and I thought it was just you know..." he looked at me. "One of my fears is hurting someone. And I dreamed a girl running from a dark figure, and I just thought it was just a dream. When I first met you I knew you looked familiar, but I didn't think I was having super-dreams, you know?"

Silence. To be honest, I didn't think this shit went two ways. Well, you learn a new thing everyday.

"Well, Vampire and a Mundane are having wet dreams - whatever." Jace grinned. "Let's go to Taki's and have a coffee."

I glared at the Dipshit. He got up followed by Clary and Izzy. Simon looked at Isabelle with wide eyes. I quickly came to his rescue.

"Hey, Simon, if you're not doing anything, you can give me a little tour around the city." I smiled.

"Uhhh.." he glanced at Isabelle. "Sure."


Outside wasn't as alien as it was yesterday. It was still weird - sure, but not as much. Me and Simon walked slowly down the street, me taking in the sounds and sights, him - deep in thought.

"So the whole thing is pretty weird, right?" I started making a small talk. It was kind of weird walking with a vampire - in a daylight no less - without fighting him.

"Yeah, pretty much." he mumbled still looking at his shoes.

"You're thinking about your mother?"

"You can read minds now?" he chuckled. But it wasn't a happy chuckle. It was 'I'm depressed, but I'll pretend not to be' kind of chuckle.

"Answer the question."

"Well yeah. You know what happened." Simon sighed. We passed the beautiful looking park and I thought about Father.

"So who's Rebecca?"

He looked surprised for a second, but got over it quickly.

"She's my older sister."

"But you're ignoring her too."

"But I don't want her to react the same way as mum." he retorted. We were quiet for a few minutes. Then he spoke again. "When is your birthday?"

"Are we sharing heart to heart stories now? Next day we'll be braiding each other's hair." I joked.

"Just answer the question." Simon mimicked. The little VamPoo.

I sighed.

"I'm not sure really. There aren't calendars in Purgatory. I think I'm between sixteen seventeen years old."

He nodded.

"That's where Luke's pack lives. It's disguised, see?" he showed me the shop on the other side of the street.

"I actually can't, I was always short-sighted. Who's Luke?" Simon stopped walking and so did I.

"Clary's soon to be step-father. He's a werewolf." he started looking for something in his jacket's inner pockets. He gave me some fragile object. Glasses. "Try them on."

I did.

"Whoa." World was more colorful and brighter. It was like I whipped off something from my eyes and now could see more clearly. "So you always just carry a pair of glasses with you?"

He laughed.

"No, they were mine before I was turned. I don't need them, but it was kind of symbolic. You can have them now."

I thanked him and we continued to walk in silence.

"I asked you when's your birthday, because I was wondering about your parents. Your real ones." he finally admitted.

"What about them?" I asked confused.

"Don't you ever wonder who they are?"

"Well it's not like there's a way to find out and it's not like I will show up on their doorstep saying I'm their dead daughter. They are mundanes, Simon."

"Don't tell me you have never thought about them."

"I guess I did at one point or the other. But in the end it was Stephen, who is my father."

Simon nodded, and , surprise surprise, was once again deep in thought. He doesn't know what's coming though. I smirked.

"Speaking of families, let's go meet yours."

He stopped dead in his tracks.

"No way."

"Well not your mama, 'cuz she seems to be in a poor mental state. Call your sister."

"I'm not going to..."

"Call your sister." I growled. He obeyed.


"This is a bad idea." Simon repeated to himself for a hundredth time now. He paced around the bench in a park.

"On a scale from one to invade Idris in winter, how bad is my idea?" I was peacefully sitting on a bench staring at the pacing boy in front of me. It was starting to get annoying.

I was about to say something, when he suddenly stopped and looked at the girl who approached us.

"Becky." was all he said.

"Hey, Si." Rebecca hugged him. She was insanely beautiful, brown doe eyes with long brown hair, color matching her brother's.

"Becka, this is Ama Herondale." he said when they let go. Guess that's my cue.

"Wow, are you long lost twins or something?" Rebecca joked as she took my hand. Yeah, I wish.

"Nah, I'm just here for moral support. Simon here has something important to tell you." I looked at Simon. The Dipshit better do what I said. "I'll go check out the ducks."


Well ducks suck.

Really. They just swim around quacking. Some old lady was feeding them, but they just kept ignoring her. Stupid.

I glanced at the siblings. They were talking. Good. Suddenly Rebecca fell to the ground, hands on her mouth. Well the shit went down, might as well be there. I started approaching them slowly, but when I was almost next to them, they were hugging, and Becky said

"No matter what, I love you."

Hah. Dat bitch can thank me later.

When Rebecca was back on her feet, she looked up to me.

"Are you one too?"

"Nah, I'm just a Mundane with a crazy back story. Tell you later." I smiled.

We decided all go and get some dinner together, and Rebecca kept asking Simon questions about the Downworld. Simon smiled and answered all of them. I saw him flash me a thanking smile.

Watching these siblings I couldn't help but smile and think, that maybe - just maybe, things will be alright after all.


Chapter 8! Help me get better by saying your opinion! :)