I don't really know where this
story's going. REALLY! I know I said
it a couple of times but….
So help me, God.
*sigh* The chats of our favorite
MI characters will be utter nonsense.

And I am so sorry
about the late update.

My laptop broke down and stories all wiped.

I'm restarting again from scrap.

IPOV

I was angry and momentarily blinded by it. How the hell could Magnus do that kind of reckless, self-centered, idiotic act? Isn't he the High Warlock of Brooklyn? Shouldn't he supposed to be smart?

I kept on walking, my black stilettos clicking on the cold pavement. It had rained awhile ago. Puddles of water scattered on the street. I wanted to punch somebody's lights out. I was mad. Really mad. "Damn," I cursed, frowning.

I didn't know where to go. Pandemonium? Nah. Neon Hell? Nope. Haven Mayhem? Absolutely not. I sighed. At the moment, I didn't want anything loud or blood-rushing, for the first time ever. I usually go for the hot-ass-don't-mess-with-me atmosphere. The provocative types or the bitchy-assiness.

'Oh, God. What was happening to me?' I scowled. I kept my steady pace of walking. I hate this. I can't think straight. Damn.

"Isabelle." I heard a distant voice. Just the wind, I said to myself. Too blinded by rage. I heard someone calling me again. A soft whisper.

A hand pulled me, turned me around and stared me in the eyes. Dazzling brown to enthralling blue. "Isabelle." He said in a manner that would have given you the idea that he should have been breathing hard rather than breathing in a normal rate, like a vampire. Which he is.

"I kept calling you. You wouldn't turn around. Why?" He asked and sighed. "Never mind that. Tell me where you're going."

"None of your business." I retorted, clearly irritated.

He gave me a look. I shrugged and started walking again.

He said in a long patience that told you that he knew that I knew that I screwed up. "Sure, Isabelle." I paused. I hate it when he uses my full name. "What the hell do you want?" I swiveled to look at him.

I stared at his brown eyes. Entrancing. I mentally shook my head. It's a vampire trait. Its supposed to be that way. But you've noticed that before. Remember the time at the Institute? When you were cooking and all you saw were his eyes. Beautiful dark brown eyes for a mundane.

'Woah. Where'd that come from?' I thought, frowning.

Simon waved his right hand in front of my face. I broke off my reverie. He said something I couldn't hear. And just like that, it was like I was inside this bubble and then 'Pop!'. Everything around me started to play again. A few people were now walking down the streets. A car passed by. A couple of kids running out of their houses; pulling their mommies with them, a smile or a frown written on their faces.

How long had she been like that? Thinking?

"Isabelle, you could have just given me the decency to nod or shake. Or whatever Shadowhunters do to indicate they understood." And for the first time since I saw him today, I was surprised that he was pretty worried about me.

I shook my head. "I can take care of myself." I paused. "I'm not like Clary."

He gave me that crooked smile that made my tummy all swirly and stuff. "I didn't say you were Clary. And your name's Isabelle Lightwood, a beautiful sixteen year old with black hair and blue eyes, and a look that says it all."

I frowned, narrowing my eyes at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"What part?" He tilted his head.

"Everything."

"You're not Clary, 'cause you've never known what its like to be a mundane," he stared up, seeing the grey skies were hinted with hues of blues. He then stared at the passer-bys. "You're Isabelle Lightwood because you're you. You don't have to pretend who you really are. You're just you." He regarded me with a thoughtful expression.

I didn't say anything. Captivated by those brown eyes, I was just so unsure whether it was his vampire 'mojo' or him him.

"Staring at me like that is really uncomforting, you know." I blinked.

"Excuse me?"

He raised a brow. "You've been dazed for awhile now, Isabelle."

I blinked some more. Well, that was a surprise. "Oh, uhm. Sorry." I quickly turned around, my back to him. What the hell was that?

I heard him sigh. "Wanna go to Taki's?" he asked.

"Sure." I murmured still not looking at him. It still didn't quite match. This him as a vampire and him as a mundane; it was just so confusing. My mind swirling. It just didn't fit. What was this growing feeling in my chest? What has he done?

It's just his vampire tactics and..ahh..talents.

…

Right?

Okaayy, so that
didn't go quite like I wanted it to,
but it will do, I guess.

Loves and kisses to everyone.

Mwah!