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 11

I knew the most perfect place. On a corner, nestled into the row of buildings was a small unknown hotel. Not cheap. Not tacky. I booked us a room, and we walked upstairs. I let Evie walk through first, she stopped in the centre of the room. The room was small, with just a double bed, vanity, wardrobe, TV and at one end of the room, two small steps leading upwards into the small but clean and modern bathroom. The shades of the room were a soft pink and taupe, the bedspread a knitted red patterned fabric.

Evie turned to me as I closed the door, locking it behind me. Her face was serene, calm. She smiled warmly at me, and I saw her face crack slightly as she did, showing the fear of her impending doom hidden masterfully behind it. I went to the small balcony on the other side of the bed, closing the thick curtains as Evie turned the bedside lights on. I turned to face her. She turned to face me. We stopped at the end of the bed, on each side, staring.

Evie took a small breath, and un-zipped her jacket, pulling it off. She removed her weapons embedded in her clothes, and slipped off her boots. I pulled my shoes off too, and my brown corduroy blazer, placing it on the armchair situated in the corner behind me. As she pulled her shirt off, and unzipped her jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor next to her, she looked at me nervously. Her hands were at her sides. I could tell she felt uncomfortably on display. But as she watched my reaction to her half naked body, her stature eased. She was perfect. Small waist, thin legs and thin arms. An hourglass figure. Her shoulders were perfectly defined and her chest wasn't too big or too small. I breathed in heavily and pulled my shirt off and unzipped my pants. As they fell to a pile around my feet, I stepped out of them, moving towards her. She stayed still, looking at me with deep eyes. I brushed my hands along her arms, before cupping her face in my hands and kissing her passionately. As we moulded into one another, her arms wrapped around me, moving in all different directions, until she pulled her lips away forcefully.

She breathed heavily, looking down at my chest as she carefully placed her hands there. I could tell her mind was racing, and so was mine. I slowly moved my hands to the back of her bra strap and clicked the clasp open. Her hands fell to her sides as the straps that went over her shoulders fell off her body. I moved my hands down to her underwear now, pulling them down slowly until they too fell in a small heap on the carpeted floor. Evie tried to control her breathing, as her hands moved to my boxers now, pulling them down.

We stood there for a moment. Trying to keep ourselves in check. And then my arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to me, feeling her body, her skin, against mine. She moved with me, as we kissed and I lifted her to the bed, laying her carefully on top of the bedspread, like she was a newborn baby. I rested on top of her, kissing her tenderly, my arms and hands moving all over her body. Her hands rustled through my hair, pulling on it slightly as I felt her let go. I pulled our lips apart and looked at her, her hot breath hitting my face softly.

"I-" I began to speak, but she cut me off.

"I know. And I-"

"I know too." I said sweetly to her, both of us understanding how the other felt. And we moulded back into one another. Moving carefully, slowly. Feeling each crevasse of one another, kissing her shoulder, breathing her scent, feeling her chest heave up and down quickly in excitement. Her walls came crashing down as she looked at me with a look of complete trust. I moved carefully, pushing myself inside her slowly, so as not to hurt her. She gasped slightly in ecstasy, and then we begun to move together in unison. Up and down, up and down. I had never done this before, but something about it felt absolutely, undeniably right.

And then I felt it, the connection that pulled me too her. That had done so from the moment I had seen her for the first time in Cortona. That chemical, charismatic connection that made me feel for her what I had never thought was even possible. She felt it too, her eyes staring deeply into mine, seeing each others soul's as we came together. The feeling of complete passion and pure, beautiful love coursing through us.

We stayed still for a moment afterwards. Just watching one another peacefully, the moment feeling nothing less than perfect. I pulled myself off her, lying next to her. I wrapped one arm around the front of her body and kissed her shoulder. Her farthest hand reached around me and we sat lying on our sides watching one another. My hand brushed through her soft, silky hair, moving to her skin then, feeling how soft it was. As I moved my hand moved to her waist I felt the curves of her body before nestling my hand carefully just above her pelvic bone. She smiled happily. All fear and distress had left her. She was peaceful. As she moved closer to me, burying her face into my chest I felt her soft lips touch my skin in several places. Her legs intertwined with mine, and we didn't move again. Just feeling one another's chest breathing softly. Touching one another's skin, learning it's blemishes, and it's untouched spaces.

I watched her for a long while as she slept in my arms. Nothing else seemed to matter. Nothing else was remotely more important than her. Her entire being felt absolutely perfect. And even more so lying in my arms, looking as magical and pure as an angel. I fell asleep easily, comfortable and calm.


I finally knew what it was I was meant to die for.

I knew what life was worth living for now. He was lying still, fast asleep next to me, my reason. The reason for everything now. Nothing had ever felt more real in my life. And it broke my heart to realize that. It killed me a little to realize that everything I had ever wished for, everything I knew I couldn't have because of my fate, had been given to me. In the most beautiful form. Simon. Simon. But now was the moment I had spent years coming to terms with. And I thought I had. I thought I truly had accepted my fate.

Until Simon.

It was reckless. It was my fault. I knew it would come to this. But I didn't care. It was worth it. Living one last time before I die. Before I die for him. For his world. For everything he believes in. And for everything he deserves to have. Nothing else has been more important. Nothing else in this world could ever compare to giving up my life so Simon could have his.

Because that's what I knew it came down to. If given the chance, Lucifer would destroy all that existed on the face of this planet. This planet that held Simon. That cared for him, and challenged him, and made him meet me. And changed my life. Changed everything I ever believed in or understood about the world.

But it was time.

And my one wish to Raziel, after all of this, would be that Simon would forget me. So he wouldn't have to feel the pain of heartbreak. So that he could live. For the both of us. Even if he didn't know it. Or never understood it. I knew Raziel would allow me this. He had promised me, in my death or unlikely survival, that I would be granted one thing. Anything. Laws aside. Morality aside. Ethics aside. He would grant me anything I desired.

And what I desired more than anything on the face of this wonderful, beautiful planet that houses Simon, is that he lives on. Forgets me. And lives the life he has always wanted and deserved.

And that notion was the best thing to die for.


When my eyes finally opened, I felt a part of me missing. The front of my body was cold. The other half of the bed, empty.

She was gone.

I have never moved more quickly in my entire life. Pulling my clothes on, and running out the door, not even remembering to close it behind me. There was no time. I had to be there. Even if Lucifer saw me. Even if he tried to kill me, or even succeeded. I had to be there.

The streets were deserted. The air was freezing. I ran as fast as I could. I knew where to go. The same place he had risen. I saw a few shadowhunters looming in the dark shadows, heading in the same direction as me. But they weren't rushing. Their lives weren't about to end. The only life I cared about, was about to give herself up.

When I reared around the corner into the street where Lucifer had risen ten days ago, the place was swarming with shadowhunters. But there was something else. Demons. Lots of them, hundreds. I didn't even care about the horribly uneasy feeling I felt as I saw Lucifer, standing at the front of the line of demons, staring down the shadowhunters.

I saw her hair. Pulled into a high pony. The end of it swaying in the slight breeze. I moved, about to run towards her, when a hand pulled me back. Blake. His face was broken. His eyes streaming with tears that refused to stop. He pulled me back, with intense force, and I suddenly realized I was not the only one that was about to loose someone they loved more than anything else on Earth. He was about to loose his daughter. His own flesh and blood. So we stayed still, standing in the dark, pressed against a shop window. Forcing ourselves to stay frozen, no matter how much it hurt.

And then,

it begun.