Simon hadn't known what hit him until it was too late. He had been walking back home after a band rehearsal at Maureen's (Alec hadn't been able to attend because it was Luke's birthday) which had gone very poorly if you asked him, Maureen was hardly concentrating constantly messing up her keys and when Simon had decided the stop practicing since that was obviously going nowhere that night and tried to write a new song which he needed some peace and quiet for but no Maureen kept pestering him, asking him whether he wanted anything and when he said he didn't she somehow found something else to go on about that… for better words, he kind of stormed out of there barely giving himself chance to grab his things before he was out the front door.
And now, he was walking home in the pouring rain with no van because it broke down earlier in the week and he still hadn't gotten it back from the garage or had he picked up an umbrella on his way out so; he didn't see it. The sudden movement behind him, the sound of footsteps drowned out by the pouring rain. Simon didn't see it reach for him until a firm hand grabbed a hold of his forearm, dragging him backward. One hand grabbed hold of Simon's hair, yanking his head to the side, and something sharp pierced his neck. He could feel his blood being sucked out of his body.
'This can't be happening' Simon thought as he felt the life slowly drain out of him. His eyes were getting heavy as he slowly lost all strength to keep them open. He couldn't get away; his attacker was too strong; he would never see Clary smile again or hear Alec playing his guitar. He would never taste his mother's food or hug his sister. He was going to die out in the cold.
Simon gave in, he had no strength or energy to keep fighting.
'I'm sorry Clary' was the last thing Simon thought before he succumbed to the darkness.
Simon groaned as he opened his eyes and slowly sat up. He didn't remember getting home last night. He remembered going to Maureen's then… oh, the attack. He was so sure that he was going to die. Hell, he could feel someone sucking the actual life out of him, but he was alive, he was… in someone else bedroom. What the hell! Had someone found him and brought him to their home. Simon pushed himself off the bed and walked over to the bedroom door. He reached for the handle and twisted it, but the door didn't swing open – it was locked. Oh no! Had the person who attacked him brought him here, were they planning on using him as some sort of blood bag.
Simon didn't have the chance to pounder his situation or think of a way he could escape before he heard the sound of the door being unlocked and a black-haired man with piercing brown eyes who was wearing a suit walked in with a bag containing a red liquid, whatever it was it smelt heavenly but Simon couldn't think about his stomach not when he needed to work out where the hell he was, the man opened his mouth but Simon beat him to it.
"Where am I and what the hell happened to me? Like I was coming back from my band practice, then this thing came at me, if I didn't know any better than I would've said it was a vampire because it looked like a vampire, it had fangs but it's nowhere near Halloween because it's Luke's birthday and his birthday is months after Halloween and who would dress up as a vampire if it wasn't Halloween but then again had it been comic con then that too wouldn't have made sense but comic con is still months away so like I said it makes little sense and I'm rambling, I'm sorry but when I get nervous I talk, it's a defense mechanism, I don't know why because it annoys people even more. I'm sorry, I'm really am because I can see from the look on your face it's annoying you too so… stopping in three two one," Simon rambled.
"As I was going to say…" the man said, glaring at Simon.
"I promise from now on I won't interrupt you" Simon interrupted then winced at the glare the man shot at him before he dropped the red bag onto the table, grabbed the front of Simon's shirt and shoved him up against the nearest wall.
"Shut up, you idiota before I rip that tongue of yours out of your mouth," the man snapped.
"So sorry" Simon whispered before internally slapping himself, he honestly has a death wish. Talking too much was going to kill him one day that was if he even survived past today.
"Listen here, I've already got a lot on my plate and dealing with my boss new fledgling is not how I plan to spend my day so, I'm going to say this once and you're going to accept it" the man spat out. Simon already had a million questions running through his mind but he knew better than to say any of them, he really wanted to live past today and hopefully head home or to Clary's and tell her and Alec about the craziest day he's had then they can work on some songs or play some video games and he can forget about everything.
"You compadre are a vampire. Welcome to the night child. Now feed" the man said releasing his hold on Simon, then he grabbed the red bag and shoved it into Simon's hand.
"I'm a what!".
It was an accident; he knew it was, but that wouldn't stop him from feeling extremely guilty. After begging Raphael for days to let him say at least some form of goodbye to his best friends before being forced to disappear from their lives forever, he couldn't just up and leave them, Clary and Alec had helped him through some of the toughest times of his life, he owed it to them to let them have some closure but things never went his way.
He messaged Clary earlier that day asking her whether he could pop over around nine to hang out, Clary had replied not long later, that girl was always stuck to her phone whenever she wasn't drawing, she agreed saying how they would be in all day so he could come earlier if he wanted, and he wanted to but he couldn't. He didn't fancy becoming a barbecued vamp. So, instead, he had to make up some believable lie as to why he couldn't come over during the day and wait around the Hotel Dumort until the sun went down and he got out of there like a bat out of hell.
He was nervous, why wouldn't he be. He was telling his best friends that he won't be able to see them again without telling them why he couldn't see them again. It wasn't fair, but Raphael had been insistent. No mundane could find out he was a vampire.
Clary opened the door; he had a key to this place, but it felt wrong to use it. He honestly felt like he was intruding, like he didn't belong here anymore. He was a child of the night, an undead being, and from all the horror movies he had watched vampire and humans shouldn't mix, it always ended badly, and maybe if he had listened to his own advice he would have avoided this incident.
Clary was injured. He wasn't sure why, and he hadn't had the chance to ask because his vampire instincts took over and he went for Clary, his best friend. He, Simon Lewis, attacked his best friend. Raphael was right. He should have never decided to talk to them one last time. He was still a fledgling, learning control, and before leaving the hotel he was so sure he had it, he was so sure that he had his urges under control. Apparently not. Simon didn't really remember much of what happened, he felt Clary's blood trickle down his throats and he might have heard Alec shouting at him to stop but he wasn't sure, the next thing he remembers is being pulled off Clary by Jocelyn, wait when did Jocelyn get here. Alec had his arm wrapped around his sister whilst he tended to her wound.
"Get out" Jocelyn snapped, pulling Simon away from Clary and Alec and towards the front door.
"I'm so sorry Ms Fray, I have no idea what happened to me" Simon lied, he couldn't tell her that not even a week ago he had been attacked and turned into a vampire, that he had only come here to say goodbye to his closest friends before disappearing from their lives forever.
"Simon, you need to get control of your vampire urges before you come back here. Look, I'll deal with Alec and Clary, but you need to promise me the next time you see them, you can't mention this again," Jocelyn said as she shoved Simon out the front door.
"What are you talking about?" Simon asked, confused. He wouldn't be seeing his friends again, he couldn't after what had just happened, how could he show his face after literally feeding off his best friend.
"You'll understand soon, I'm sorry, Simon. I'm really sorry this has happened to you. Please return to your sire" Jocelyn said, slamming the door in Simon's face. Simon just stood there. He couldn't comprehend what had just happened, Jocelyn knew he was a vampire, she knew, but she's human, she smelt human. Simon had known Jocelyn Fray since he was six years old and met Clary and later Alec for the first time, this was the woman who hated anything supernatural related and whenever Clary and Simon tried to discuss their graphic novel in her presence, Jocelyn would always get this look on her face which if Simon was honest it scared the crap out of him and now he discovered that this woman, this woman who had made it abundantly clear how she detested the supernatural – Jocelyn Fray, knew about the shadowworld. It made no sense, if Jocelyn knew about the shadowworld then why, why she kept it a secret from Clary or Alec. None of this made any sense, what was Jocelyn's ulterior motive, there must be one because no one would be that vocal about their hatred towards something which most of the planet didn't believe existed. What did Jocelyn know that the rest of the shadowworld didn't?
A week and one accident later, Simon discovered he was a daylighter and eight months after Valentine kidnapped Jocelyn Fray.
