Hello people who have decided to open this strange fic! I am back with another chapter. This chapter mainly focuses on Alec and Simon's changes. Enjoy!

Alec had passed out clutching a can of beer, Budweiser to be more precise, and was lying in sprawled across the floor in the corridor. Clary had seen some funny things today but this was by far the most surreal.

Alec didn't drink, never mind get so drunk that he passed out! The most she'd ever seen drink was a small shot at new year, but even then he only had one and most of that ended up in the sink as he didn't like the taste. Maybe Magnus had taken him on a wild night out, but that would be strange for Alec. The only explanation Clary could think of was: it was a prank.

"FOOLED YOU!" Alec screeched, darting up off the floor. Clary sighed with relief. So it was all a prank after all. "You totally thought I'd passed out! Gosh, you should have seen the look on your face!" Clary was too stunned to speak, but luckily Isabelle spoke for her.

"You had your eyes closed, Alec." Isabelle said with no hint of emotion, not even a smile.

"Man, you totally fell for it!" Alec chuckled, pushing his dark hair out of his face. For the first time Clary noticed that he had purple streaks dyed in it. Looking up into his blue eyes, she saw that he was also wearing eyeliner. Purple eyeliner. Alec Lightwood had purple streaks in his hair, purple eyeliner and pulled pranks. Something was definitely up.

"Alec, are you okay?" Clary asked quietly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be okay?" Alec smirked before strutting into the kitchen with one hand in the pocket of his black skinny jeans. Alec was wearing black skinny jeans, a rainbow shirt and a dark leather jacket, very different to his usual scruffy sweater and jeans combination. "Yo, Izzy can I have a burger?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Alec. You know very well that burgers are not suitable for breakfast." Isabelle replied sternly, shaking her head.

"Man, you're so boring!"

Clary couldn't believe what she was seeing. Alec was talking in slang and dressing wildly, makeup-free Isabelle had produced an edible breakfast whilst dressing badly and Jace was being unusually kind. Who else was in on this prank? Magnus? Simon?

"Okay guys, you got me, you can go back to normal now." Clary declared, biting her lip.

"What do you mean?" Jace whimpered, with eyes full of sorrow.

"Yeah, Clary, I don't really get you." Alec said.

"What am I talking about? What are you talking about? I mean Isabelle, I thought you were supposed to be a terrible cook!" Clary gestured to Isabelle, who looked offended by her remark.

"Well I'm sorry if my cooking isn't up to your standards Miss Morgenstern but everyone else seems to like it. Maybe you should go somewhere else if you don't like my food, or even better make it yourself it really bothers you." Isabelle snapped before sulking off to her room.

"Clary, that wasn't very nice. You should go and apologize to her right now, you don't want to see Isabelle when she's upset." Jace said, shaking his head.

"Why, what's she like?"

"First, she stays in her room for the day and refusing to leave, and since none of us can cook we all starve."

"Can't you just go to Taki's or something?"

"No, no Clary." Jace quickly shook his head. "That stuff is far too expensive, there's no way we're forking out all that money for food when we can just make it ourselves or get Isabelle to. Plus, she can't stand spending any money, not even on clothes or makeup. Anyway, after that she gets really angry and snappy all the time. She'll also do very well in her Shadowhunter training, and chop carrots much quicker. The angry period lasts a few days, until she'll eventually just get so emotional and cry at everything. This lasts a while."

"One time she got so p.. annoyed that she didn't leave her room for a week. That week we just lived off noodles." Alec chuckled.

"Does Maryse not cook?" Clary enquired.

"They're not usually here, they're always off on Alicante business. Anyway, I'm going out."

"With Magnus?"

"Why would I be going out with that pansy?" Alec scoffed. Clary was taken aback. Alec would never say that about Magnus, not even if he was tortured into it.

"Because you're going out with him?"

Alec burst out laughing. "Me? Dating Magnus? Oh Clary, you crack me up! Why would I be dating Magnus? I'm not gay!" Alec walked out the room and out of the Institute, still laughing at Clary. "As if I'd date Magnus!"

This was all too much. Alec was definitely very convincing. As if the clothing and speech wasn't enough, he also denied his sexuality and insulted his beloved Magnus, something which Alec would never do. Alec hated anyone saying anything about him, never mind saying it himself. Jace must have paid him a lot of money for this. Or perhaps he offered to be his slave for a month. Although if Alec had any common sense he'd know not to let Jace clean up after him because while Jace could tidy up well, Magnus was often annoyed with Jace for cleaning up after him, he would be sure to distort Alec's room in some way such as putting up girly posters, or read through his diary if he kept one. Not just that, he'd probably sell it or put it online.

Whatever was going on, Clary definitely didn't like it. Why would Jace do this anyway? What would he gain? Wait, had he overheard her conversation with her mother? Did he plan this whole thing to get back at her for what she had said? Well Clary definitely wasn't going to let him get away with this.

"You know what, Jace?" Clary retorted. "I'm sick of this! You're just making everyone act strangely just to freak me out and get back at me for what I said. To make me regret ever saying anything against your cocky, selfish nature because I wouldn't like the reverse. Well you know what? It worked, you can stop doing it now."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jace said with confusion and hurt.

"Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about! You try to act all nice and innocent to fool me, then get Isabelle and Alec in on the act too! What did you do? Bribe them?"

"Clary, I really don't understand you. Am I not usually nice to you? What have I done that's upset you?" Tears were forming in Jace's eyes now.

"Yeah, play the crying card to get my sympathy. Well guess what? I'm not falling for it. Jace, you can stop this whole act now, I get it, I'm sorry I said anything, but please stop freaking me out!"

"Clary, I'm not sure what you said or what you mean by my act, but I can assure you that if I have done anything to hurt you then I didn't mean it and I am truly sorry that you are upset. Please let me make it up to you." Jace held his hand out towards Clary's in a comforting manner. Jace's kindness only made her more upset.

"All this kindness makes it even harder to be mad at you. I'm going to Simon's." Clary sighed.

"Simon's house?"

"Yeah, he's my best friend," Clary raised her eyebrows, "why wouldn't I go there?"

"Best friends with Simon?"

"Oh come on Jace, I know that you don't like him but you know that he's my best friend, of ten years might I add. I think I am allowed to go to his house."

"But...but…Simon?"

Whatever Jace had to say about her best friend, she didn't want to hear it. Simon may have mistreated her yesterday, but that is only because he genuinely cared about her and was actually a nice person, unlike Jace who was just teasing her and pretending to be caring. Simon would definitely agree with her that Jace was just being his usual jerk self; they often agreed on everything. Simon had been with her through everything, she was there for him when his father died, when the bullies picked on him when they were seven, when he became a vampire likewise he was there for her when she found out about her Shadowhunter abilities, when she thought Jace was her brother, when she was teased for her hair colour when they were six.

Wait. What if Jace had gotten Simon in on his act too? What if he had told her what Clary had said about her? Clary knew firsthand that when Simon was mad, he was mad. He'd blanked her for three days once after they had an argument. Please let Simon be normal, she prayed silently.

Knock knock, Clary batted her hand against the door of Simon's house. Nobody answered. She knocked again, but still no answer. He probably wasn't in, maybe at Eric's or rehearsing with his 'band'. They changed name every week and she doubted any of them actually knew how to play. She'd only heard them once, and that was enough to put her off watching them forever.

Then, she heard some music coming from the upstairs window, where Simon's room was. She tilted her head up to see if Simon was in his room but his black curtains were shut. They were black from the period where Simon couldn't go out in the day and needed blackout curtains to block out the sun. Clary pondered whether she should just enter the house or knock again. Maybe Simon was just ignoring her, he did have vampire hearing so he'd have no problem hearing her. Usually she could just walk in his house, it was usually a second home to her, but if Simon was angry then he probably wouldn't want to see her. However, if she didn't see him then she wouldn't know if he was playing along with Jace's prank or if he was genuinely hurt. So she walked in.

Inside his house, there was nobody downstairs. His sister and mother must be out somewhere. The music, not a band that Clary recognized, became even louder as she walked up the stairs. The first thing she noticed when she reached his room were the words 'Simon's room: Keep Out' smeared on the door in a red paint like substance. Wiping her finger over the dried crimson markings, she noticed that his had a salty scent. She brought her finger to her lips. It was blood. Things weren't looking good.

Gingerly, she opened the door revealing a creepy haven of all things cruel. Walls the colour of dried blood, black carpets stained with a red liquid that looked suspiciously like blood, crimson furniture, again covered with something that looked like blood. Why was there blood all over his room? Had Simon turned into a murderer overnight?

"S…Simon?" Clary stuttered, unsure of what she was expecting her best friend's reaction to be. There was no reply. She doubted he was even in his room. But then she saw a figure hunched up in the corner behind the bed. "Simon?" She called a bit more assertively.

"What?" Simon groaned, not looking up from the magazine he was reading.

"Simon."

"Mom, I told you, just get out! I'm not going to no stupid store!" Simon grunted, still not looking up.

"Simon, it's me Clary. You know, your best friend?"

"Oh Fray, it's you," Simon said, finally looking up at her. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you, why else would I be here?" Clary replied, trying to hide the worry in her voice.

"Not sure, seeing as you Nephilim don't like to associate with us Downworlders seeing as you're 'better' than us." Simon sniped, with emphasis on 'better'. "I mean, you're part angel and I'm just some blood-sucking freak, right?"

"What?" Clary gasped, not believing what had just came out of Simon's mouth. "You're not a freak, when did I say that?"

"Oh you didn't, but all you other jerk Shadowhunters seem to think so."

"We're jerks? You're being a jerk right now! All I did was come and say hi!"

"Why? It's not like we're friends or anything." Simon shrugged whilst giving Clary an evil glare. Clary gulped, had what she said to Simon yesterday hurt him this badly?

"What do you mean? We're best friends!"

"We were, until you went off with that puff Jace." What was he saying? Simon had never said anything this bad about anybody, even someone like Jace whom he despised. Jace and Simon had never seen eye to eye, mainly because of their mutual love for her.

"I thought you had forgiven him," Clary whispered.

"Yeah? Well I didn't." Simon snapped.

"Simon, he saved your life. Twice."

"What does that say about anything? Jace would have done that for anyone, he's that type of person, even if I was Valentine he'd still have helped me because he's a weakling who can't stand to even tease someone never mind kill them or watch them die. It still doesn't take away all the hurt I felt after losing you." Simon continued to rant, "It's because of you that I'm like this, Clary. You could have just let me die, but you chose to let me live as an undead. I can't get a girlfriend, I can't go for a drink, I can't drive, I can't do anything because I'm always going to look sixteen. It was you who introduced me to the Shadow World, you who got me involved in a world I had no part in. It's your fault! And if that wasn't enough, I had to watch you fall in love with someone else. Why you chose him over me I'll never know, he can't even call himself a Shadowhunter!"

Clary was unsure of what to say. Was this part of an act, or did he really feel this way? In an attempt to change the subject, Clary asked him about the red substance coating the floor. Simon replied saying that it was blood from his feedings and he was a messy eater.

"I thought you were sickened by the sight of blood, why have you covered your room with it?"

"Sickened at the sight of blood? Clary, I'm a vampire, of course I like blood. I'm not Edward Cullen, I am a proper vampire, except for the whole daywalking thing, why would I hate blood? The reason that I have a blood stained room is because I'm a messy eater and I get blood everywhere. And I don't clean it up because it reminds me of who I am." Simon smiled a menacing smile that showed his pointed fangs. "Which reminds me, I haven't fed today," he said in a scarily calm manner.

"I can get some blood for you from the butchers if you want." Clary said, trailing off at the end because she saw her friend walking sinisterly towards her, fangs still out. Was he going to bite her?

"No need, I can try to control my hunger. Though, it's always much easier when I'm alone. Don't want to be vampire food now do we?" Simon was right up in Clary's face now, and he kept glancing down at her pale neck during speech. Clary nodded quickly and dashed out of the house. Simon's comment was unexpected. He had threatened her. Something which the real Simon would never do.

And then it hit her.

She had caused this.

It was her wish, it had came true.

And there was only one person who she could get an answer from. Magnus.

Most people said that I should include Magnus in it which lead me to think of a good plan for where this story is going. You see, in the beginning I just had this random idea but no clue where it was going, but now I have some ideas. You'll have to stay tuned to find out!

Review please! You'll get nothing in return but hey, reviewing is cool.

Oh and sorry if I offended anyone with the Twilight reference! I just had to put that in there!