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Isabelle smiled as she entered the Institute's Sanctuary. Her black hair pulled neatly into a high ponytail and dressed in a black lace dress.
"I told you not to keep me waiting." his boyish voice rang from the end of the room.
"It takes time to look like this." Isabelle answered with a grin as she moved towards him.
"Ah, when you say it like that, I guess I can let it pass." he smiled and bit his lower lip, eyeing the Shadowhunter carefully. He raised his left hand to touch her cheek, his cold fingers met her warm skin and her eyes lit up eagerly.
Isabelle raised an eyebrow at him and moved closer to the vampire's body, closing the space between them. Her dark brown eyes locked in his and he smiled shyly, breaking the tough façade he had going.
"I don't know about you, but I think this is the moment when you kiss me." Isabelle whispered and heard him laugh coyly.
He brought his face down a few inches, their lips met softly. Isabelle could feel the coolness of his lips pressing down on her own soft lips. They kissed, it was sweet and gentle, and he tasted like salt and blood. Simon's hands tangled into her ponytail and within seconds the elastic keeping her hair together was broken.
She knew he felt the fast beat of her heart against his silent chest. His heart didn't beat, but in that moment Isabelle's beat strong enough for both of them.
She felt her long hair tickle her back as it fell, his fingers still moving inside it. He pushed against her making her walk backwards until she hit the wall, lips still locked with each other.
Isabelle wrapped both her hands around his neck, getting lost in the passionate kiss. The blood taste in her mouth was gone, and she could only taste the sweetness of his lips.
The long kiss kept it's slow pace and she realised the vampire didn't need to breathe. She was about to break the kiss when a familiar voice rang from the doorway.
"By the Angel, isn't this awkward." Jace smirked as he leaned on the door frame.
"Jace." Isabelle said surprised as Simon pulled away. She was sure she saw him blush a little bit.
"I'm not dating a vampire." Jace mimicked Isabelle's earlier words, receiving a glare from the raven-haired girl.
"Whatever. Just go away." Isabelle grumbled.
"Eh, I would, it's not like I particularly enjoyed that horrid sight, but you've apparently forgotten why the bloodsucker's here in the first place." Jace stated and walked further in when he heard another set of voices coming around the corner.
"You should be glad it was me, and not Alec who walked in here, he would flip out." Jace laughed and turned to greet the two boys entering the Sanctuary.
"So, any news?" Alec asked as he looked at the vampire.
"I can think of one." Jace smirked at Isabelle, who sent him a warning glare.
"Yes. After the Philadelphia Clan slaughter the New York Clan's grown angrier with the Nephilim, accusing them of the attack." Simon explained, "That's absurd, they know about the law." Jonathan stated.
"Yeah, and here is where is gets, I don't know, bad I guess. They think you've broken the law, killing them in cold blood without reason, so some of the more uncivilised, younger Children of the Night have been changing up their feeding routines a bit." Simon explained carefully.
"What do you mean 'changed their feeding routine'?" asked Jonathan.
"They are rougher, drinking more than usual, most of their victims die from blood loss." Simon replied and saw the shocked expressions on the Shadowhunters faces.
"What?" Isabelle exclaimed angry, "They're killing?"
"Yeah, well I said it was bad." Simon defended himself and sent her a look of understanding.
"BAD?" Isabelle breathed angry, "Simon, this isn't bad, this is breaking the Accords, the laws, they aren't just playing around anymore, they are-" Simon cut her off, "Izzy, I know. Why do you think I'm telling you guys?"
It was a long silence in the room before Jace and Alec met each other's gazes, "I think we'll report it to the Clave." Alec replied, "We've done enough on our own."
"Yeah, we should tell the Inquisitor." Jace agreed. He was still angry with his grandmother for punishing him about the Silent City incident, but didn't want another thing for her to scold him about.
"Who would've thought, Jace Herondale agreeing with something that doesn't involve fighting." Simon said sarcastically.
"I didn't say I wouldn't fight, bloodsucker. I just think we should inform the Clave before we go." Jace snapped back irritated.
"Ah, you never get tired of calling me 'bloodsucker' do you?" He asked sarcastic.
"Nope. It got such a great tone to it. Blood-sucker." Jace smiled a pleased smile before he began walking with Alec and Jonathan back into the Institute.
Isabelle sent Simon an apologetic look before she kissed the corner of his mouth lightly.
"See you later." Isabelle whispered and followed the three other Shadowhunters.
What none of them knew was that two younger Nephilim had listened to the whole conversation.
Iwan grinned at his best friend, "We should totally help!" He whispered excitedly.
Max smiled back, but his mouth cornered in concern.
"I don't know Iwan, it sounded like something fully trained Shadowhunters should take care of." Max answered and got up from where he was lying on the grass.
"Jace and Izzy aren't fully trained, and they get to do all sorts of things."
"But, they're more trained than us." Max argued.
Iwan sent him one of the infamous Herondale glares, one eyebrow raised in a mocking expression.
"Okay, if you don't dare take the risk, I won't ask you to come with me." Iwan shrugged.
"You can't go alone!" Max raised his voice in shock.
"I'll have too." He replied with a pleading tone to his voice.
"No, I'll come with you. It's too dangerous to go alone." he answered.
"Then it's settled, let's go check out some vampires." Iwan said thrilled.
"God, why do you always get me into these kinds of situations?" Max complained, but he followed his friend out of the Sanctuary.
Getting weapons wasn't hard, the Institute was full of them, silver knives and daggers, stakes and holy water. It was the basic knowledge of 'To Kill a Vampire 101', both boys carried the weapons lightly, they knew well how to both dress up for a fight and the importance of coming prepared.
Max followed Iwan out into the darkness of the streets outside the Institute. They began walking carefully down the street. Iwan had explained that the New York Clan lived in Hotel Dumont, or as the vampires liked to call it 'Dumort', standing for Hotel of the Dead. Probably some sort of sick Vampire-humour.
They took left after walking down the avenue for about five minutes. The street narrowed and Iwan was sure it became colder.
"Are you sure you know where you're going?" Max asked irritated, his fighting gear made him look older, but his voice still held his childish manners.
Iwan snapped out of his thoughts and surveyed the area. "Yeah, I think so." he replied.
"You think so? Damn it Iwan, we're lost, aren't we?" Max complained.
"No, we're not lost. We're just primarily taking a longer route around the city. You can't argue the view is pretty cool." Iwan joked, receiving a glare from his friend.
They turned and walked down a narrow street between two large buildings. They hadn't gotten very far when they heard the sound of engine and shrieking tires.
"There!" Iwan whispered as he followed the sound.
The two boys ran down the street, their soundless runes providing both of them with the ability to move undetected.
"Adam." The name rang from a few feet away and the Nephilim jumped to the side.
"Get on your bike. We don't have time for you to drain her completely." The same voice laughed.
Max sent Iwan a concerned glance, but Iwan ignored it. The second vampire jumped on his motorcycle. The two boys hiding in the darkness pressed flat against the wall, waiting for them to begin driving.
"On three." Iwan whispered and Max nodded, he seemed to have gotten his confidence back.
"One. Two." Iwan inhaled deeply, he drew his wooden stake and saw Max do the same.
"Three." he counted and both Shadowhunters jumped in front of the two motorbikes.
Only it was not only two. Four large, pale vampires stopped with a screech.
Iwan saw two bodies lying on the side of the street, mundanes. Their complexions were pale and he could see blood running down their necks. Both looked young, two girls in their mid-twenties.
"What do we have here?" One of the vampires said while jumping off his bike.
"What would two Nephilim like yourself be doing our in the night? I've heard it's not safe." another dark-haired vampire said with a sneer.
"You've been killing people." Iwan shouted angry. His eyes could barely leave the dead bodies and he raised his arm. The wooden stake in his hand and all he wanted to do was throw himself at the vampires.
"Good observation." The third and largest of the Night Children laughed hauntingly.
"It's against the law." Max shouted, judging from his voice he too was beyond angry.
"The law was broken when your kind began killing ours." The first one explained calmly with a bitter undertone.
"We haven't killed any of yours!" Iwan walked towards him.
"Okay kid. Get out of the way or we'll break another law right now." the one closest to Iwan jeered.
"We'll see about that bloodsucker!" Iwan yelled heating, sounding so much like his older brother it was hard to tell the difference.
Both Iwan and Max moved forward their stakes ready. The vampires hissed, their voices blending together in the night air.
Iwan's wooden stake hit one of the vampires' sides. The vampire jumped back as the stake cut his skin. "You really shouldn't have done that." the vampire explained as his fangs shone in the night.
His stake was still clutched in his right hand, but with the vampire's lightning-fast reflexes is was hard to get another hit. The vampires moved around them. The Nephilim jumped out of most of their strikes. But they were too fast. These vampires struck like vipers.
He heard Max shout something. He had dropped his stake and had to rely on his own body weight to throw the vampires off him. Looking at Max, one could easily see that was never going to happen. Vampires were stronger than Nephilim and they moved faster.
Iwan saw one of the two vampires Max was fighting grab his shirt and fling him into the brick wall. With a loud thump Max's body went limp and he fell to the ground. Iwan saw blood trickle down the dark-haired boy's forehead and he felt a lump form in his stomach. Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead.
Iwan yelled, but at the same time he was attacked from both sides. He kicked out at the brown-haired vampire. It wasn't a powerful blow, but it startled him.
That was his shot. Iwan jolted forwards, stake in hand. He was about to send the stake into the vampire's hard torso when he remembered Clary's words.
He quickly moved his hand up, the stake ripped into the man's neck and he screamed in pain.
Iwan could feel his blood pumping through his veins, hard and fast. The metallic smell filled the air and he backed away from his swearing opponent.
He would have to wound the vampire before he could stab his heart; piercing a wooden stake through his heart would kill him.
The vampire clutched his neck, and with another angry hiss he jumped at Iwan.
Blood from the vampire stained Iwan's clothes and he punched him in the face.
Iwan heard the sound of bone breaking as his fist collided with the cold face, but with the adrenaline spreading through his body, he could barely feel it.
Iwan glanced over at Max, he was lying on the ground, but Iwan saw his rapid breath indicating he was still alive.
All four of the vampire's had turned their attention towards Iwan now. He had no way of getting away.
"You stupid Nephilim. You always think you are in the right." sneered the biggest of them.
"That's because we are you filthy bloodsucker!" Iwan shouted, his breath was running wild and his legs ached with every step he took.
He didn't know if he had gotten hurt while fighting, adrenaline was pumping in his body, keeping him fighting.
Iwan saw the swift vampires move towards him, they were incredibly fast, their bodies falling into the shadows of the night. He lifted his stake and readied himself for the attack.
He jumped back as all four of them went for him. One grasped his stake arm shoving him towards the ground with his heavy body. He felt his sharp stake pierce through the chest of the vampire and he saw the vampire's wild eyes widen. He looked shocked, like he couldn't believe what happened next.
The vampire died. His limp body falling over Iwan as they both hit the ground hard. Iwan groaned in pain before the dark streets around him began swimming before his eyes. Everything went black.
So, Simon is introduced in this chapter. And I gave you some Sizzy.
This is me trying to avoid the fact that I again leave you guys with a cliffhanger. Sorry.
And I know it's not the longest chapter, but I actually planned for the last chapter and this to be one chapter. But it seemed really weird and I wasn't satisfied with what I had written.
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