Okay this chapter is an extended version starring IzzyXSimon...I promise that my story will start to unravel and all the bits and pieces that have been hidden in my weird secluded mind will make sense lol so stay tuned because the next few chapters have all the action sequences in them. Keep in mind I continuously need feedback just to keep me going....and thanx for the reviews/alerts/favorites..

Disclaimer: Do I really need to keep repeating myself? I do NOT own anything.

City of Jewels

--- 10. Falling for you ---

Gently Simon's fangs brushed against her neck making Isabelle shiver with lust. She wanted it, wanted him to kiss her, to fill her body with complete and utter bliss. Simon gazed up slightly admiring her reaction.

"Kiss me" she begged in a shaky whisper.

Slowly he dipped her head to the side to get a good look at her neck. He ran his pale thumb down the line of her vein making circular motions over it. A little groan escaped Isabelle's mouth as he leaned in to kiss her. Unfortunately that's exactly what it was, a kiss. An innocent butterfly kiss making Isabelle's eyes flutter open. He smiled up at her and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Izzy? you really think I will turn you into a monster?" Simon said, then chuckled lightly as if it was a stupid question to ask.

Isabelle suddenly felt just as stupid. Her hands still wrapped around his neck as they stood on top of the Brooklyn Bridge. Disappointment shot through her dark eyes and her mood suddenly dropped below average, Simon noticed and arched his eyebrow.

"Trust me, you don't want this life Izzy, you won't like it" Simon stated as a matter of fact.

"How do you know what I want?" Isabelle protested, she knew how desperate she must have sounded, but in the heat of the moment she felt like anything was possible. Simon cupped his fingers under her chin to force her to look up at him.

"Izzy, I know you. And this is the last thing that you want. Think of your parents, your family. What it will do to them. What it will do to me" he finished emphasizing that last statement.

"I know that, I just thought that if you made me one of you," she gestured at his chest, "then that way, we could spend our whole lives together and you wouldn't have to spend it alone...you'll have me." Isabelle said in a saddened tone.

Simon was taken aback, that was exactly what he had feared since he had been turned into a vampire. How lonely he would be for eternity with no companion to share it with, forever locked in a 17 year old body and never having the glory of living out his adult experiences. His look contorted into an impassive one as he thought of it.

"Simon?" Isabelle sang lightly, snapping him out of his reverie.

"Hmm?" Simon grunted.

"I love you." Isabelle blurted in the spare of the moment.

Simon's eyes done a double take, as if he didn't hear quite right. Which is uncharacteristically impossible coming from him; with his vampire senses.

Say something you idiot he thought to himself, but what could he say? 'I'm not ready for that kind of relationship yet' or 'It's not you, it's me' speech? Sure he could be happy and excited that someone other than his family loves him back and certainly coming from a dark angel goddess like Isabelle.

But when he imagined those three toxic words coming out of his lovers mouth, she had wicked red hair and an irresistible bad temper, if that's even possible describing as irresistible, but that's what made Clary unique and strong.

Simon somehow looked dumbstruck, because this obviously took him off guard. Isabelle smiled at his reaction. His lips parted making his jaw slightly drop but before he could whisper a word out of his mouth Isabelle slammed her finger over his lips to stop him.

"Hold that thought," she said instantly.

"I don't care if you don't say it back, or whatever you may say about that, but honestly," she ran her finger over his lips absently,

"I do love you Simon and yeah that did take a lot of me to say, but I hope that someday...that someday this whole obsession you have over Clary will surpass, and by a miracle you just so happen to get over her."

Isabelle paused for a moment looking deep in his eyes and then added. "Then I'll be here, waiting. Even if I have to wait for eternity, I'll wait." She finished

Simon flinched as she mentioned Clary's name.

He was speechless. Caught by surprise yet again, because Isabelle knew exactly what he was thinking as if it was written all over his face. They both stood together wrapped up in each others arms in a comfortable silence.

Flashing lights from cars sped by beneath them, City street lights glistening making the water a mesmerizing hue and that strange asphalt smell lingered in the breezy air.

The wind started to pick up a little making Isabelle's dark hair whip around once more. Simon thought this was the perfect moment to tell her how much that meant to him, that Isabelle out of all people would understand, understand him at least.

"Izzy?" Simon said breaking the silence.

"Hmm?"

Simon shook his head. "Nothing" he said and leaned in to kiss her one more time.

Isabelle shrugged her shoulders and met her lips with his. Simon could feel her racing heart beat against his chest as if it was his own, their kiss become deeper, more hungry to do more, but having sex on top of the Brooklyn bridge would be a huge challenge, even for them two. Simon smiled inwardly at the thought of it. A moments later she reluctantly pulled away and studied him for a second.

"What's the matter?" he asked as he regarded her curiously.

"Nothing, I was just thinking." Isabelle chimed lightly.

"And..." Simon asked hesitantly as if he didn't like the words that will follow.

Isabelle had a smirk on her face. "And I was wondering," she said as she tilted her head in thought. "Where did you say you were taking me for our 'official date'?" she finally asked as she batted her eyelashes up to him.

Simon laughed "Oh yeah, I almost forgot, this was our 'non-official date' right?" Simon said with a crooked smile.

Isabelle rolled her eyes and punched his arm playfully, he chuckled and rubbed his arm mockingly as if it hurt him.

"Okay, what did you have in mind?" He asked.

"Well...I could always cook you my famous soup?" Isabelle suggested.

Simon cringed a bit and arched an eyebrow.

Isabelle chuckled "Relax I was kidding...I don't know, why don't we just go to Taki's, I'm starved"

"Taki's? So that's where I had to take you just to get you to like me? Why didn't I think of that? I would've expected a fine and elegant restaurant you would've preferred, but cheaper seems to be the best option if I don't say so myself, although I think they're in the middle of renovations." He added thoughtfully.

"Simon, I'm not that much of a snob when it comes to dating boys, I like it when men don't have to scrounge in the their wallets just to show me a good time, and judging by what you just showed me. Well, I guess love really proves that it doesn't cost a thing." Isabelle smiled as if her statement meant a lot. Simon seemed momentarily amused.

"I have no idea what you just said," he shrugged his shoulders, "but I'll go with it...and I don't really mind spending my money on you, like I said you're worth it, even if it means spending my last dime." Simon stated as he patted the side of his pockets where he kept his wallet. He realized in an instant that his wallet was not in there. His eyebrows furrowed and he searched his back pockets of his jeans.

"Speaking of money, I think I've lost my wallet" Simon said as if he was talking to himself.

"How convenient, well we just have to settle with my soup then." Isabelle said a little too excited.

By the looks on Simon's face he clearly didn't want to resolve to her 'experimental' cooking recipes."I think I have a fair idea where I might have lost it, quick stop to Clary's apartment and we'll go wherever you please" Simon stated and wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug and whispered. "I'll even let you lead next time,"

Isabelle rolled her eyes "You know very well, that I always lead." He chuckled lightly.

"So what's it gonna be? You can either be Lois Lane or wonder woman" Simon said as a smirk played up in his lips.

"How romantic, my own real life superman" Isabelle faked a dramatic gesture with her hands on her heart.

"Lois Lane it is!" Simon stated and swooped her legs up into his arms. Isabelle giggled like a little school girl.

In one silent movement they were drifting through the blurry night skies, twisting throughout the streets of Brooklyn with the glow of moonlight casting an eerie hue over their faces.

A brief moment had passed and they came to an abrupt halt right in front of Clary's apartment. Simon gently dropped her legs so they were grounded and headed toward the entrance with his hand wrapped around her waist.

They both were alarmed by the slight creak of the door. Somebody had left it opened.

Isabelle suddenly in alert mode, crept toward the entrance with Simon right beside her. They peered into the half opened door and heard whispers coming from inside but it was too dark to see anybody. Listening closely Isabelle realized they had stumbled into an intense quarrel, a voice spoke with a hint of panic.

"I don't know where it is, I just checked on it a while ago and it was gone!" A lady said with a slight hiss of an accent.

"What do you mean gone? I thought you said it was secured and safe?" The other voice said firmly. Isabelle creased her eyebrows together because she knew that voice as if it was glued to her ears, but instantly shook it off as impossible.

"Yes, I said that, but then I had a visitor and I got distracted." Said the lady with an accent

"Distracted! I told you we couldn't afford to have any interruptions, because well, we all know what will happen if there was a slight mix up!"

"Don't you think I know that?"

A brief moment of silence fell between the two and then they started up again.

"You said you had a visitor? Who?" The other voice hissed.

"Jocelyn's daughter, Clary. She was looking for Aline, so I invited her in....I thought she would have information about what she saw, so I searched for an address and I was pointed here."

"Clary? What was she doing in Idris? Ugh! never mind I'll just have to clean up your mess!"

"I'm sorry Inquisitor Maryse, I didn't mean for this to happen."

Isabelle gasped in surprise as she heard her moms name in the midst of the conversation. Simon placed his hand over her mouth to silence her squeals.

"I'll see you back in Idris Elodie, I'll be checking on The Mortal Cup while I'm gone, meanwhile you better hope that Clary knows where Maellaertach is!" Maryse said firmly.

High heels stomped toward the door and Simon grabbed Isabelle who was clearly in shock and pulled her to the side of the apartment to hide in the shadows. Maryse stormed off toward a black Mercedes Benz and disappeared into the darkness while the other lady left in the opposite direction on foot, and then hopped into a cab.

Isabelle and Simon exchanged looks with astonishment as they tried to understand what just happened.

Simon took this chance to search Clary's apartment for his wallet and any clues to why both Maryse Lightwood and Elodie Penhallow were debating in Clary's apartment.

Isabelle still in shock stayed where she was but Simon grabbed her wrist and she reluctantly followed behind him. Simon's vampire eyes scanned the apartment cautiously to see if there was anyone else left in there. Isabelle flicked the light on because unfortunately she didn't have night vision eyes like he did and she didn't have her witch light on her.

Simon's eyes adjusted to the light and they looked around the ivory colored loft.

Clary's dining suite was flipped up and scattered across the room, her bed sheets strewn everywhere with clothes draping over the foot of her bed. Simon was shocked that her apartment was a total mess, obviously something Clary wasn't capable of making even if she was in a rush.

"What the hell happened in here? It's like a tornado hit badly in here." Isabelle yelled, her eyes beamed with an incredulous stare as she studied the mess before her, her look contorted into a grimace. "Ugh! seriously Clary, it wouldn't help to pick up after yourself!" Isabelle muttered as if Clary was in the room, clearly she was not.

"I have a feeling that this was not done by Clary." Simon interrupted and then pointed toward the stained wooden floor boards

"Well not the mess part, but I wouldn't put it past her to have done that on the floor." Isabelle followed to where he was pointing and rested her eyes on the strange pale image that was carved into the floor.

She made her way towards it and she knelt down beside it, brushing her fingers over the patterns.

"It's a rune right? Something Clary done?" Simon asked curiously.

Isabelle shook her head. "It's more than just a rune, it's almost, Demonic." She paused and then continued to study it thoroughly. "It's Demonic in the sense that no-one...even someone like Clary would ever think of creating. And why would she? This rune is impossible to have thought of." She cocked her head to the side creasing her eyebrows together.

"In fact I read about these runes when I was reading about Shadowhunter mythology...the patterns were similar to these ones, actually almost identical to these ones."

Simon stood there trying to come to terms with all this Shadowhunter nonsense, his expression bemused. "I don't know what surprises me more...you reading something, or you actually learned this from reading something." Simon said in a little teasing tone.

Isabelle ignored his attempt to humor her. "I'm serious, I think Clary's gone way beyond normal if she did create this." Isabelle's face looked a little wistful as she stared absently at the floor. In a brief second her head jerked up in surprise, eyes wide and dark as she realized something.

"No,it can't be!"

"What can't be? What is it Izzy?" Simon asked as he sensed her panic.

Isabelle gasped. "The book...the book said that using runes like these is like performing a seance. Our ancestors believed that when a loved one dies, they are momentarily tied to the living realm for such reasons unknown, but it was impossible for them to communicate with them. So, instead of using a Ouija board, which I hardly think that even they did not believe would even work, they created a rune like this....and in return these so called 'spirits' will forever be bound to their leader in slavery."

Simon stood there trying to absorb all this information. "I'm confused, you mean to tell me that Clary just summoned a room full of warrior ghosts in order to have a chat!"

"No, I mean Clary may have summoned a spirit against her will, and maybe more spirits 'accidentally' escaped. And judging by the multiple circles woven into this rune, that's exactly what had happened...and I have a fair idea who could be behind it." Isabelle finished.

He sighed. "Is this the part when we mention his name? It's Valentine right? She summoned Valentine?"

"No, Yes, Maybe...I don't know." Isabelle replied as if she too were confused at what she had just said.

Simon threw his hands up in exasperation."Great! That explains a lot, so what do we do now?"

"We call Magnus."

Isabelle searched for a pen and paper in order to send a fire message to Magnus. It read.

Need you Magnus, it's a matter of life and death!

xoxo Izzy

Isabelle lit the message up and in a blink of an eye, it disintegrated completely falling to the floor.

A moments later Magnus entered the apartment in a graceful manner. His hair was a striking color blue with a sequined headband to keep his spikes tamed. His eyes lined with glitter and lipstick that even he could pull off smudged against his lips. His deep blue designer jacket he wore was covered in all sorts of glitter, which even for him looked a little subtle. Although his blatant rainbow colored pants made up for it.

Alec following right behind him looked more simplistic in the sense that his dress-code almost looked as bland and boring as his expression with all the black he wore, but with the look of lust and happiness that Magnus seemed to have when he's around him shows that even he didn't care too much of what his partner looked like or how he chose to dress.

Magnus seemed to be mumbling something on the lines of "It's always a matter of life and death with you nephilim."

"Alec!" Isabelle lit up as she saw her older brother enter the room, she ran in to his arms as if she hadn't seen him for years.

"Izzy? What's the matter?" Alec asked in his big brother voice, but Isabelle didn't want to talk she just gripped on to him like a little girl searching for comfort.

"It's mom, she...she." Isabelle was shaking while tears soaked his jacket.

"Mom? Is something happened to her?" Alec looked concerned but Isabelle couldn't seem to get it out of her system instead Simon spoke up for her.

"Ah, yeah, about your mom. We kinda heard someone call her 'Inquisitor Maryse'" Simon said nervously.

"What!" Alec exclaimed "You must have heard wrong vamp-boy because my mother is not a crazy Inquisitor."

Isabelle sniffed a little lightly and pulled her face out of Alec's shirt. "It's true, she is. I heard her and Mrs Penhallow arguing over something they had supposedly lost, and then that's when she called her Inquisitor Maryse."

"That's ridiculous!" Alex exclaimed and then turned his gaze toward Magnus as if to plead for him to agree.

"I don't see how life and death are at stake here, but it seems to me like you have a family dispute to rekon with, so I'm clearly staying out of this."

"W-wait! We need you to tell us why Clary would want to summon 'spirits'" Isabelle stated as she pointed to the floor.

Magnus followed and his gaze was fixed on the pattern. Tilting his head to the side he said. "Whoa! Now that's something!"

A/N:

"What is mommy Maryse up to?" Isabelle asks...

"You'll just have to wait and see folks!" Simon replies and then chuckles a low menacing laugh in the background..

"Simon? that laugh is sooo annoying." Author says....

Simon clears his throat "Whatever, so is your stupid story." Simon retorted as his lips form a line...