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Eighteen marks the day of my week

So I dedicated this chapter to {Dramafreak}

My story was waiting for a good review

Number 18 popped up, and that just happened to be you

I give you a token of my appreciation

By showing the world a special dedication

Xoxo Tiny

This is just a little chapter I decided to squeeze in for all the Izzy &Simon fans incase you thought I had forgot about them; I for one say these two are perfect for each other.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own TMI series; Cassandra Clare owns it all, although I DO own my own twisted imagination.

City of Jewels

--- 8. Midnight Hour ---

"Central Park? So this is your whole idea of a romantic date?" Isabelle chimed lightly as she hung off Simon's arm.

Simon glanced at her sideways with an eyebrow raised in the air.

"I thought you said this wasn't a date?" Simon teased.

"I never said that, I said it wasn't an official date, there's a difference" Isabelle stated with her nose in the air and bit her lip down to stop her from smiling.

Simon smiled back and continued to escort her through Central Park. The placid atmosphere was awfully quiet, just the sound of them pacing silently and the midnight sound of sleepless creatures.

They passed the Central Park Bridge and came to a sudden halt. He turned toward her and gazed at her expression curiously, making Isabelle slightly nervous.

"Izzy, do you trust me?" Simon asked nervously as he brushed a stray piece of hair out of her eyes.

Isabelle's mouth twitched up in each corner to smile.

"Of course I trust you, I'm here aren't I?" Isabelle said with confidence.

They were close enough to touch each other and even though it was dark, Isabelle could see her own reflection in his eyes. Simon wrapped his arms around her waist and gently pulled her toward him.

"Then close your eyes," he whispered lightly.

Isabelle reached up to wrap her arms around his neck and studied his face for a few seconds then closed her eyes.

"Why am I closing my eyes?" Isabelle asked while lifting one eye open.

"It's a surprise, I promise it will be an exhilarating experience." Simon said as he winked at her. "And don't peak either!" he said as he brushed his lips on her forehead.

"Are you ready?" he whispered.

"I'm ready!" Isabelle replied with excitement in her tone.

Suddenly her feet were floating in the air and her hair was flipping out of control almost as deadly as her golden whip. They were twisting rapidly in the air making her body feel as light as a feather, the wind was warm and the sound of her clothes were fluttering making her dress feel like a flag blowing in the wind.

Isabelle kept her eyes closed the whole time and she felt like she was flying.

The wind swiftly moving across her face and her heart dropped as if she had left it on the ground. Simon was gazing down at her incase she decided to open her eyes and not to mention he was admiring her beautiful features.

They were soaring through the night skies making the streets a blurry mess, Simon's speed had swallowed up the earth and in one silent movement they landed on something making them come to a halt. Gently he leaned toward her then whispered.

"Now open your eyes."

Isabelle twitched her eyes open and stared toward Simon. His eyes lit up her mood and she lowered her arms letting her eyes trickle across the view. She gasped in surprise with one hand covering her mouth as she gazed upon the midnight hour.

Her legs all of a sudden felt like jelly but Simon had her tightly in his grasp making sure she wouldn't fall. Nothing could describe the feeling she had at that moment as she was staring down on the City's sleepless beauty from the peak of The Brooklyn Bridge.

It was amazing and all so surreal.

The glow of the streetlights glistening along the water looked unbelievable, and the tiny little specks of racing cars gliding beneath them was mind blowing.

This was surely a first time experience for her and she couldn't help but think she was falling for the boy who made it all possible. Simon couldn't help but smile as he watched her take it all in.

"Oh Simon it's beautiful!" Isabelle said with a little moisture clouding her eyes as she turned back toward him.

"It's the best thing anyone has ever done for me." She said and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Well it's hardly beautiful without you standing here, and you're worth every second of it" Simon said with a crooked smile and then added.

"So, was it an exhilarating experience?" he asked. Isabelle rolled her eyes.

"No" and she paused for a minute making Simon dip his head into his shoulder as if his dream had been knocked out of him.

"It was a whole lot better" Isabelle finished as she gazed up through her lashes making Simon light up once again.

Simon brushed his cold pale fingers across the contours of her cheekbones as he admired the pink color that smudged against her cheeks. Slowly he leaned in toward her brushing his lips against hers.

He was rewarded with a sudden pull of his t-shirt as Isabelle twisted her hands into it. They were locked in a passionate embrace with a stunning view beneath them. His kiss became deeper making her heart race faster, and she wrapped her arms around his neck lacing her fingers in his hair.

Simon's mouth explored her jaw-line then he made his way down her neck making her tingle with love.

In an instant, Simon caught a glimpse of her vein pulsing rapidly on the side of her neck and he got side tracked. His fangs slid out of its sheaths and he had an instant urge of thirst creep up into his throat. His eyes changed color and suddenly he was a dangerous predator.

"Kiss me" Isabelle whispered as if she were daring him to bite her.

--- 0o0o0o0o ---

The Clave was in session and everyone waited to be seated. It sounded like an echo of faint murmurs and bodies shuffling to and fro as the hall piled up with the likes of Shadowhunters all over the world and selective representatives of each Downworlder parties.

The Hall of Accords held a court hearing for the council's decision to vote for a new leader.

A few had elected Robert Lightwood to be their new leader but was over ruled by the astounding votes that were in favor of Lucian Graymark. It was remarkable how many people listened to him, even when he lost the confidence in believing in himself; still he continued to inspire many people.

I guess it was his compassionate nature and determination to see a world of Shadowhunters and Downworlder's work together and maybe that was what drew people towards him, although it was easier now, having a beautiful companion to stand by his side to encourage him.

Luke's eyes skimmed across the crowd as he wondered exactly where Jocelyn had disappeared to.

Amatis popped up next to Luke making him jump. "Lucian? Are you alright?" Amatis asked softly as she studied his anxious expression for a second.

"I'm fine, have you seen Jocelyn? I can't seem to find her" Luke said in a worried tone.

"Oh, I just saw her outside; it seemed to me like she was talking to herself." Amatis said.

Luke glared at his sister giving her an incredulous stare.

"Are you sure it was Jocelyn?" Luke asked curiously.

"Of course it was Jocelyn; I called her in just a minute ago. She should've been here by now" Amatis said as if she were sure of herself.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a minute" Luke stated and hurried toward the exit.

Maryse appeared right behind him and tapped him on the shoulder and he stopped at the foot of the exit and turned around.

"Maryse" he greeted with a subtle nod and then added "What can I do for you?" he finished.

Maryse stood there searching for an answer and then she spoke lightly "Lucian, I was wondering if you would reconsider leading the Clave and let Robert do the honors, I mean you couldn't possibly deal with leading us here if you don't exactly live here" She said in an even tone.

Luke creased his eyebrows together; he didn't know what to say to that he just froze.

"I mean I don't want to come off as impolite or harsh, but surely you can't be serious leading the Clave with your current state of Lycan-thing disease and not to mention your former alliances with Valentine." Maryse said and her eyes bored right through him like silver bullets.

Luke's eyes narrowed and his mouth formed a straight line.

"If I didn't know any better Maryse, I would say you were accusing me of being one of Valentine's spies." Luke said making his voice scarcely frigid.

"Not at all, but I don't see why anyone would trust you, you know given your situation." Maryse replied.

"And I thought we put all this tension between Nephilim and Downworlder's behind us." Luke said in a calmly matter.

"By all means, I clearly remember you being one of the circle members Maryse and I think you of all people would know what will happen if a dispute like this would break out, I would carry some kind of respect if I were you to avoid such tedious situations." Luke stated in a firm tone.

"Now if you'd excuse me, I have to be somewhere."

A/N:

"Awww that was so romantic of him, right?" Isabelle squealed as she nudged Clary in the arm.

"Huh? I wasn't watching." Clary snapped out of her reverie.

"I need a drink! This is sooo a chick flick!" Sebastian said as he made his way out.

"Right behind ya!" Jace blinked and disappeared out of the door.

"Sorry I'm late guys! I got held up with 'the band'" Simon said rushing to sit between Clary and Isabelle.

"You haven't missed much," Author says.