Hey guys, so this is my first EVER fan fiction! It's a story based off The Mortal Instruments book written by Cassandra Clare. In this story, Simon DOES NOT become a vampire, but gets to live a human life, and moves on from Clary. In the streets of London, he meets a young shadowhunter named Evie...
Cassandra Clare is the author of The Mortal Instruments, I do not take credit for her work in any way.
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"You are mine. You are mine. Even if both of us don't know it yet. I wonder who you are, where you're from, what you're doing this very second. But we are yet to meet. Yet to cross one another's eyes and stop the space of time surrounding us. Yet to feel the pull that binds us to one another forever. But, you are mine."
Chapter 9
I never expected Lucifer to look like a normal human being. He had olive skin and dark jet black hair that was slicked back. He wore a grey striped suit, a bright red tie perfectly wound around his neck. But there was something to him. Something you couldn't pin-point to any particular part of him. It was just how he made you feel. The unsettling feeling still rising in me. His eyes were dark, there were no pupils. And he looked at Evie in a way that was almost seductive and playful. It made me feel sick.
"So this is the chosen Nephilim?" He spoke slowly, his voice slurring the words out, oozing slime and detest and just pure evil. He stayed where he was, standing straight his shoulder perfectly positioned. Blake did not loosen his grip on Evie's shoulder, and Evie stayed perfectly still, careful not to twitch and show any sign of weakness. "You're a small little thing, aren't you?" He chuckled, and it made me want to barf. There was something in his voice that made it echo to everyone on the street, intrude their insides, make their stomach's roll uneasily.
"Lucifer, you have risen from hell, your 1000 year sentence has ended." Evie spoke now, her voice was steady, she spoke clearly. "You are hereby granted 10 days of freedom where you can roam the Earth. The terms of your freedom are as follows; if you commit mass genocide, or threaten the destruction of any human or global civilization, the bounds of your freedom will be broken. I will thereby have the power to condemn you to hell earlier than expected. If you do adhere to the terms of your freedom, you will live peacefully for the time given to you. But on the 11th day, you will be summoned by God to this very spot, where you have risen, and you will be condemned back to hell for 1000 more years." She paused for a moment, before continuing. "And if you try to run, or attempt any sort of rebellion on the 11th day, I shall hunt you down and send you to the deepest depths of hell, if it is the last thing I do." Her voice exuded utter hatred. She looked at him coldly, and Lucifer simply smiled at her.
"I cannot hurt you chosen Nephilim, we are bound through my 10 days of freedom. But I can hurt your kind, and send an army of demons on you, to kill you before your fated time. I would not be the one threatening me, sweetheart." He smiled, before disappearing in thin air, black smoke surrounding the place where he once stood. I noticed the ground had been marked. A dark black spot imprinted into the cement. My heart began to ease, the unsettling feeling in my insides subsiding. I breathed a sigh of relief, before running over to Evie. I grabbed her hand, pulling her back to reality as she looked at me, letting out a deep breath that she had been holding in.
"Well done Evie. Now we wait. Let's return to the institute." Blake spoke kindly, his voice soft as he squeezed Evie's shoulder and let go. "Simon. You are welcome at the institute. I have the feeling Evie will be needing you by her side tonight." Blake stalked away. I stood for a moment in awe at his compliment.
"Let's go Simon." Evie grabbed my hand with both of hers and began to pull me along. The masses of shadowhunters that had journeyed from all over the world to see this event, began to walk back in the same direction.
"So all these shadowhunters are staying at the institute? Does it have enough rooms?" I asked as I watched all the shadowhunters surrounding us.
"Yes, there are enough rooms. Some are coupled together, so they share rooms. But the institute is rather crowded." She mused. "But I'm glad to see you! I've missed you." She confessed, perking up. I took her face in my hands and kissed her tenderly. Her hands rested around my neck, pulling at my hair.
"Oh by the angel. Get a room you two. Young adults, I swear your hornier than teenagers. And that's saying something." Wade spoke as he walked past. I pulled away from Evie, we smiled at each other, just happy to see one another since it had been a few days.
When we arrived back at the institute, we had to wait in a small line to use the elevator for the upper floors. We decided to wait until the line had died down, so we parked ourselves on one of the pews in the church, as far away from the elevator and the line of staring shadowhunters as possible. We whispered as we talked, knowing our voices would echo throughout the room.
"I have to admit, I thought it was kind of hot watching you have a stare down with the devil. Is that weird?" She laughed, her eyes lighting up as she did so.
"I started feeling really horrible even before he arrived, he makes you feel...to be honest I can't explain it. All I know is that I don't want to feel that again." She said softly.
"I know, I felt it too. It was disturbing. But I guess that comes with the territory of being pure evil." She nodded as I spoke.
"Do you miss your friends? Back in New York?" She asked, curious.
"A little. But I've got a good thing going here." I took her hand, intertwining our fingers. Evie looked over her shoulder, the last of the line of shadowhunters disappearing into the elevator. We were all alone. Evie turned her body to face me now. Her hand ran down my arm, the other resting against my thigh. She leaned in, our faces as close as they could be. I felt my heart begin to race, the sound pounding through the recesses of my brain. She laughed before kissing me hard on the lips. I wrapped my arms around her back, as she moved on top of me now. As we pulled apart we both breathed heavily for a moment. Evie began to kiss my neck.
"Do you think God would frown on us for defiling his sacred space?" Evie looked up at me, pulling away from my neck. We laughed.
"I'd say God is pretty happy with me right now." She smiled as she spoke. I kissed her again. Running my fingers through her hair, she nestled my face in her hands. I moved one of my hands to her lower back and managed to rest it on her bottom. I squeezed it, she didn't protest. So I kissed her harder. And suddenly I felt as if I couldn't stop. Like I couldn't pull away. Something magnetic pulling us together. But when Evie did pull away from my lips she smiled through bated breath. "Any further and I won't be able to control myself." She confessed, breathing heavily into my chest as she rested her head against me. I held her for a while, feeling her body against mine, breathing in her sweet one of a kind scent. My other hand still rested in her hair, and I played with it as we sat. Her hair was soft. The strands pulling apart from one another easily as I ran my hand through it. She pulled her head back up, kissed me quickly and then stood up in front of me. She reached out her hand for me to take. And as I did, she pulled me up, our bodies pressed together. "Let's go upstairs." She said as we walked towards the elevator.
The ride up was quick, the doors opening to a few people standing in the hallway, avidly talking. They stared at me as I walked by, holding onto Evie's hand. I ignored them, instead following Evie's lead as we walked into a very crowded living room. The TV was on, the sound blaring as they watched a basketball game. There was room on the couch for one more body so I sat down and Evie sat on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her waist and she held them there with her hands. More shadowhunters stared but I continued to ignore them, not letting them ruin what time I had left with her. We watched the rest of the game, although Evie wasn't too interested in it, her attention turning to playing with my hands, intertwining them with mine and squeezing them tightly. Once the game came to an end, she looked over her shoulder at me.
"What do you want to do now?"
"How about we get out of here. It's too crowded." She nodded, happy at the idea and stood up. As we walked back to the doors through to the hallway, A shadowhunter that had been continuously staring at Evie, not even registering that she was sitting on my lap and holding my hand, stood up abruptly, in front of her. She stopped, looking at him expectantly but innocently. He smirked at her.
"You know, if you want a good time before you die chosen Nephilim, just let me know." His friends chuckled, and the shadowhunter simply stood there, feeling ten feet tall. Evie smiled politely. And then her face changed. She looked angry. And in a second, she began moving. Her hand pulled up and grabbed the shadowhunter by the neck, sending him crashing into the side table of the nearest armchair. The table smashed as he fell to the floor. Shadowhunters began to laugh hysterically as the shadowhunter slowly pulled himself up, holding the side of his head that had hit the table and ultimately the floor as well. It was so hard not to laugh. The friendly smile that had played on her face when the shadowhunter had spoken before, re-appeared.
"Thanks, but no thanks." She spoke friendly, her voice changing to an icy cold sound halfway through. The friendly smile disappeared from her face as quickly as it had appeared. She grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly and smiling at me. We left the room. And I have to admit, I thought her facing the devil was hot but,
She was smoking hot now.
