Simon POV

"Thank Raziel," I murmured against the side of Isabelle's head. Her hair billowing out behind her. I could hear people's foot steps come rushing to us. Isabelle stirred against me, muttering my name quietly. I hugged her tighter.

"I'm here. I'm here, Isabelle." I sighed out in relief. Clary's small hand was placed on my shoulder. My two favorite girls. My girlfriend and my best friend. Isabelle shook against me, shivered. Was she scared of something?

"Simon! Their coming, they want you," her voice was shaken and breathy. Her hands clenched my shirt, I could hear her quietly crying. She looked up at me, her eyes were searching for something. "They want the Daylighter," Isabelle whispered. Her eyes locked with mine.

I remember a little bit of being a vampire but since I ascended two years ago, it hasn't really, I guess, mattered to me. I mean, I'm a shadowhunter now and have been for two and half years of my life. I was only a vampire for a single year. Sure, that was the time Isabelle and I got together. But that's basically the only thing I remember except I could walk in daylight.

I was the daylighter.

"It's ok, Isabelle. Nobody's going to take me away. I'm not leaving you," I whispered to her so I didn't show the others she's afraid. She hates to show emotion that isn't bravado or strength so basically she hates showing her insecurities to other people. I'm surprised I broke past that barrier of hers, every night she curls up next to me and buries her face in my chest and always says I love you. But other people have had a lot issues with her loving to do anything, well except for Alec and Jace and sometimes Clary.

She took in a shaky breath, nodding her head. Pulling herself back together. Stood up offering my hand to Isabelle which she took.

"Ok, so I'm taking that everyone had uh, visions?" Isabelle asked, looking around at everyone. Alec nodded his head, his hand practically glued to Magnus'. Magnus didn't look well, sad. His eyes danced around as if he was examining everyone. Which is exactly what I'm doing. Oh well.

Clary and Jace were next to eachother, Jace's arm around Clary's. I've heard them make jokes about me being jealous but I still don't really get why I'd be jealous of Jace. Clary's hair was tangled and had a couple of leaves in her hair and Jace's shirt was wrinkled and covered in dirt. Oh, I see how they responded to their visions. I internally laughed. But as I looked Jocelyn wasn't here. Like gone.

Gone.

"Hey guys, I get it we might want to share our dreams and crap but Jocelyn isn't here." I said warily. There were various responses.

"Shit!"

"What?"

"How?"

"I'm so dead, dead, dead!"

And the last one, "holy shit, there's blood. Where Jocelyn was." Magnus whistled. Clary smacked him and rushed over. Searching for anything that can give us a clue.

"The ones, I saw who took her. In my vision, their like Silent brothers but without the jackets, and have sewn eyes, ears, mouth and nose." Izzy gulped and I put my arms around her. Rubbing circles into her waist comfortingly.

The red line that we were following earlier brightened up to a metallic red, almost like Izzy's red nail polish. Clary stood up, her spine rigid. Her voice was monotone and emotionless.

"We're going to keep walking," she said, I could see the way her lip wobbled slightly, the tears threatening to run down her cheeks. She marched forward, Jace running up from behind her. Grabbing her hand, she gave him a glance something romantic I'm guessing but I can't see it from I was standing.

Magnus and Alec walked forward hand in hand, Alec's head on Magnus' shoulder. I wrapped my hand around Isabelle's waist, holding her up. I could see past her façade. She was nervous, scared and tired. She didn't want to do this but she was going to. For Clary.

She gave me small kiss on the shoulder and we trudged forward. Following the line of well, couples. I silently laughed at the coincidence but it did bring a smile to my face. We walked on and on. Tripping one branches, over snake holes. Jace actually fell in one. He won't admit it but it's because he's tired. We're all tired.

"Shhhh," Magnus hushed all of us as Alec took a step forward, well to the side of the group. He held his hand up over his eyes, squinting. Alec's eyes widened and he crouched down low. We all instantly copied him. Shadow hunter training, I thought. We all mimic the person who sees danger or thinks it's there.

Instead of people coming out in front of us, I felt someone grab the back of my throat. What the heck, Izzy? But the hands were masculine. I immediately clawed at the hands on reflex. Izzy was dragged away from me. Her hands leaving my waist.

I got out of the mans grasp and I saw the exact photo copy of what Izzy had said.

This man's eyes were stitched shut, the string a coppery color and looked melted into the skin. I shuddered and landed a punch against his jaw. He delivered a punch back. We went back and forth, offense then defense, offense then defense. The same routine repeating over and over again

I tried a different tactic. He lunged for me and I sidestepped. He fell down to the ground, clearly he was not expecting this. I planted my foot on his back and kneeled on the ground holding my sereph blade against his throat. I heard this weird gurgling sound and the sound of skim sizzling and bubbling. The touch of demon skin and heavenly blessed weapons.

"Their demons!" I shouted, my voice hoarse from being strangled. The battle changed its course. Instead of just punching and kicking. It was now stabbing and slashing. My dagger was out, Izzy's whip racked across multiple bodies of demons, Jace's stele and small short sword was out, Clary had her family sword and sereph blade while Alec used his new dual blades. Magnus was using his magic to fight and protect us all.

"We have them," a voice boomed, it wasn't a regular voice. It was as if something had been recorded over and over then out on a record and was entirely scratched up. It sounded purely evil.

Clary stopped when she had a whatever it was it's knees with her sword at its throats and her stele at his back. Her face had a long scrape on it. The demon and scratched her with its nails. A surge of anger went through me, nobody, nobody hurts my friends. I pressed my sereph blade harder against the demons threat.

"Who?" She growled, Jace looked at her. A look saying hurt them. She drove the knife into the creatures back. Not enough to kill it, but definitely enough to hurt it.

"Ouch, that hurts," the voice said mockingly. Clary twisted the knife, a look of pure hatred she on her face. "The ones you love, the ones you all love. Come with the Abjins and you'll see them." The voices tone was sneer as if it held pride. It sounded like it was a kid now singing a soft tune.

"Ring around the rosy, pockets full of posy. Ashes, ashes. We all fall down!" The voice exclaimed. Mikaela! It was her, she was ok! Clary shoved the body down, thrusting the knife all the way through and grabbing it out of its chest.

A piercing shrill scream filled the air. Clary gritted her teeth, trying to block out the sound. I gave a small yelp at the sudden sound. Izzy's whip went slack around the demon as she clamped her hands against her ears. I fought the urge to rush over to her and clasp my hands over hers. To dull the eery shriek.

The demon rushed out and held its hand around Izzy's neck. I slit the demons throat in a swift move. I rushed over as close as I could to Izzy before it started to squeeze her throat. That's when I saw the demon's nails.

They were long and gnarled, curved at the end. They were dirty and sharp, black and sleek. A couple of broken bits here and there but they were made to kill.

The nails were curled around her throat. I could see the chipped edges graze her skin. Leaving small red cuts. She fell slightly, her face etched with pain.

Her skin glowed a faint yellow, a sickly shade. The demons stitched mouth turned into a grim smile. Pressing his nails more forcefully. But instead of his hands moving, his nails bent against the soft curve of her neck. The toxic yellow glow brightening. She groaned in pain and her body slumped against the demons.

Her eyes were shut tight in agony, the nails pressed harder into her neck. She let out a scream. I've never heard her scream like this before. Her muscles tensed in her body, as if it knew she was going to be tortured.

She was not going to be tortured. Not if I have anything to do about it. I rushed the demon. Slashing and stabbing at its torso. Izzy let out a scream again except this time, it was shrill and short. But loud.

I looked over at her, losing my guard and being swiped at by the demon. Knocking me onto the ground. My vision tunneled in on Izzy. The nails were pressed deeply into her skin. Blood dripping down her neck and shoulders, staining her blue dress to a dark, thick red. My eyes narrowed in on one place in particular. Her stomach.

A long black nail protruded from her stomach, a small trickle of blood leaking out from her dress. A small gasp was all that came out of her from the impact. The glow was now entirely yellow around her.

"Isabelle!" I exclaimed, trying to stab the demon in the heart. But as soon as the stele made contact, the demon disappeared. Vanishing in the same yellow light that was surrounding Izzy. She started to fall but I caught her. Izzy's eyes were blank, glazed over.

"Simon?" She asked, her hand weakly rising up. Searching for my own, I grabbed her hand tightly and pressed it to my face taking in the warmth from her hand. I looked at her straight in the eyes. "I'm right here, we're gonna get you a rune and you'll be just fine," I rambled. Trying to keep her calm and myself. I didn't want to lose her not a tiny bit of me was ready to let her go.

She's tough, this is nothing

Her face was full of surprise. "It won't kill, no dying today. I know where they are, we can go. Runes won't fix!" Her voice got louder and louder. She arched her back in pain and slumped against me. She passed out.

I hadn't even noticed that everyone was surrounding us in a circle. Clary went on her knees and brought out her stele blade.

"She's right, runes don't work." Clary sighed in defeat. The iratze she had drawn immediately disappeared, melting into her pale skin. I held her hand tighter. Clary stood up," should we believe what she says?" She asked us. Jace nodded his head, along with me and the rest of the group. Clary set her jaw in agreement.

I wanted to believe Isabelle, I needed to believe Izzy. I couldn't lose her, not after everything we'd been through. I rose up, holding Izzy in my arms Bridal style.

"We're going to get the twins, we're going to save Izzy. You guys are gonna get married," I said confidently. I walked forward with Clary in front of me. Jace and Alec were next to me, walking in step with me. Almost like bodyguards but I knew they were protecting Izzy. I could protect my self but it's always a good thing to have help protect some one else.

"Tick tock," the raspy voice came back, echoing throughout the trees. "You must hurry, the spell won't kill but the pain might," the voice snickered. Clary stopped midstep. I could see her shoulders shaking, in fear? In anger?

Jace rushed up beside her. Grabbing her arms, turning her around. She punched his chest, repeatedly. I looked at the ground, there was her sereph blade, covered in the dirt.

She was going to go off on her own, go and try to fight them on her own. Clary slowly fell to the ground, Jace held her kneeling down next to Clary. She sobbed quietly," they won't die! I won't let them die!" Jace only held her, whispering something into her ear. Words I couldn't hear but they we quieting her down.

I kissed Izzy's forehead and readjusted her in a more complicated position in my arms.

"I won't let you die," I whispered to her.