Yes, another update. I know, I know, I'm amazing. Just to clear things up: Raphael, he is Hispanic, but doesn't like eating Mexican fastfood, because in this story, I pictured him as a pompous, stuck up, asshole. Simon is Jewish in the books, and had dark skin (Not Indian dark, Aline's just a moron lol) before he was turned into a vampire.

And he has a stud, cause seriously? I find nose rings sexy, just sayin'. *shrugs*

Simon

He spread Clary out on one of the beds in the dingy apartment, stroking her hair back from her pale face. He'd locked every entrance and exit in the building, so even if she tried, the only way for her to escape was the 168 feet tall drop.

Simon frowned. No..she wouldn't do that...

He sighed, and sat down at the foot of her bed, thinking. From experience, he knew that girls didn't like it when you licked their ears, especially without permission. And, they don't usually find Chinese takeout that romantic.

Then again, what did he know about romantic? He kidnapped a girl instead of swooning her, dating her, than sleeping with her like the pig one of his ex's said he was.

His cell vibrated, Jace's picture of him flipping off the camera appearing on the screen. He sighed. "Are you aware that you're calling when you're supposed to be at work, Jace?"

"Are you aware that your picture is on Eye Witness news, and they're calling you "armed and dangerous". And Indian."

Simon blinked. "I'm Indian?"

"Yeah, man. Dude, why didn't you tell me? I thought you were Jewish." Jace sighed. "You do realize I was just kidding, when I said you should kidnap Raggedy Ann, right?"

Simon felt anger swell in his chest at the nickname. More like Aphrodite, he thought sourly to himself. "Yes, I did know that, thank you very much."

"Then why the hell did you do it? Is she even alive? And back to more important issues, Maia says I'm not getting any for at least a freakin' month!"

Simon frowned. "I know what's best for Clary, Jace."

"I'm sorry, Simon. But no, you don't. She could have a panic attack. There could be a freak accident, and then what'll you do? Go to the hospital? You'll be ARRESTED, Simon."

"I said," Simon snarled out. "That. I. Know. What's best for her." He curled his fingers around his cell, effectively crushing it. He angrily threw against the wall, threading his fingers through his hair. Jace was against him. Maia would most likely side with Jace. Magnus would find the whole fuckin' thing hilarious, and Alec would just think he was crazy.

He heard a startled gasp, and looked up to see Clary staring at him with wide, fearful eyes.

She began to squirm on the bed, obviously trying to get away from him.

"Clary.." His voice held a warning note in it. "Don't."

He'd tied her wrists to the headboard, her gag was taken off. There was no way he'd be able to kiss her through ductape.

She was panting her eyes wide. "What the hell do you want from me, you fuckin' psycho?" She hissed. Simon chuckled to himself, despite his frusteration. She thinks that she is a tiger, he thought, amused. When all she really is, is a kitten who has gotten declawed.

Simon reached a hand out to touch her arm, in a soothing gesture. Clary flinched away, banging her head against the headboard.

This made him furious. Not only had she just hurt herself, but she was flinching. From him.

Simon took a deep breath, hoping it would calm him. It didn't.

"Clary," he said, in what he hoped was a controlled voice. "You have no reason to fear me."

She gaped at him.

"Aside, from the fact, of course, that you kidnapped me," she snapped through gritted teeth.

Simon closed his eyes, and willed himself to have patience. Jesus, she was so much easier to be around when she didn't know that he existed. "Clary, please...Just listen to me."

Clary huffed. "No. You piss me off."

Simon threw up his hands. "I piss you off?" He shook his head. "Look. You are going to be here, with me, for a few days. More likely months if you're always like this, which I know you aren't. So you may as well try to cooperate."

Clary lifted her hips and began kicking like a mad woman. "Let me GO. You freak! HELP! SOMEBODY-"

Simon pounced on top of her, clapping his hand over her mouth. "Jesus Christ, woman," he panted. "Do you ever shut up?"

Clary bit the palm of his hand. "Damn!" He pulled away from her, discreetly adjusting the...situation in his pants. He still responded to the woman, even when she was being a pain in his ass.

She noticed, apparently. "The hell? That is just..." she shook her head. "Wrong."

Simon sighed. "Clary, you know you're flattered. I bet Raphael never reacted that quickly."

Clary froze. "How would you know about that?" she demanded in a hoarse whisper. "Shit. Have you-Have you been following me? Oh, my G-" She scooted back, away from him. "Stay away from me, perv."

"Clary-" he reached out to touch her face, which she quickly responded to by spitting at him in the face.

"Clary, I swear, I didn't mean to see all of that. Your curtains were open, and by the time I got there, you two were..." he shrugged, still furious from the memory. How dare Raphael touch what was rightfully his. "I left as soon as possible."

Clary was trembling. "Go," she whispered. "Go, and leave me alone. You monster. I hate you."

Simon pulled away from her, as if he'd been slapped.

I hate you.

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*blinks* Yeah, I got this finished up the same day as the second. *coughyourwelcomecough*

Poor Simon...As you can probably tell, he's lost his shit in this chapter...

Review...Simon's watching. Go look out your window and see...