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On with the story-

6 months later.

Simon's POV

Mr Lewis,

Miss Lightwood's condition has ceased to improve and after many months of research, I have found no reason for her abnormal actions. Therefore I believe my presence in the discovery of a cure for Miss Lightwood is unneeded. Therefore I wish to resign from this job with immediate effect.

Mr Stevens.

I scrunched up the note in my hand and threw it across the room. I had no time or money for this. What happened in that cell? I walked through the bedroom doors to find Izzy lying on the bed watching the ceiling, as usual. She didn't even acknowledge my presence. All she does now is eat (on occasion), go into this state of mind sleep and leave the apartment at random points in the night. She is basically skin and bones now. There were days before this ever happened, when I would have to peel her off of me, how I regret those times for not treasuring her. They do say, you don't realise how much you need something until you lose it. I would travel to the moon and back for just one more day. One more day to tell her how much I love her. One more day to bring back my moody, feisty, strong willed, beautiful girlfriend. One more day to explain how sorry I am for not being able to help her.

I moved my hand to hers, which were placed just above her stomach. I squeezed my hand softly as an indication that I was there. It didn't matter though, she didn't even blink in reaction to it. I've given up hope. Hope was the only thing which kept me going. Now there isn't anything. I can't believe in God because I'm a bloody vampire. But how could there be one anyway? Why the fuck would anything or anyone put people through what we have and had gone through. What sick minded thing would do that? I hadn't slept in days. I want to look after Izzy. But I can't do this alone and I don't have anyone to help me. Izzy won't even react to my contact. What else can I do? I'm not a warlock or silent brother. I'm a vampire, which all I can do is walk in the fucking sunshine. I glanced over at the clock. 1:46 am . Shit. My sleeping habits are getting worse and worse. I glance back at Iz. The love of my life who can't even acknowledge I'm here. I take a deep breath and place my left hand on top of my right which still remained on her's. Slowly but surely I lowered my head and before I knew it I was balancing my head on my arms and giving in to my need of sleep.

Izzy's POV:

His steady, slow breathing indicated he was asleep. Time to go.

I don't put on makeup. There was no one to impress. This was a secret society when you get what you want whenever you need it. In my case, this was whenever he would sleep. I grabbed on my shoes and left as I was dressed. Sure I got a few weird looks from those who were still awake- but fuck them, I probably won't remember them in the morning anyway. I grab a cab and tell him the place in heading. 15 minutes later, I hand the driver some change Simon left on the desk and headed out to the run down house on the corner of the street. Inside was my safe haven. Everywhere was full of anything you need. I greet anyone I walk past to get to the bar, but there isn't really any point, everyone is completely out of it and is heading to a room. I stand opposite Melorn and he already fixes up my usual. The pain of being so pathetic when it's most needed, eats me away. If I hadn't jumped at the fact Jace was arrested, I could have helped Clary. Fuck knows where she is now, let alone whether she is alive or dead. I grab the bottle of vodka and the needle he pushed towards me on the counter. I drink at least half and begin to make my way upstairs to one of the rooms.

I enter the room. It had a bright pink wallpaper which was peeling off due to its old age and the dampness of the room. I drop the stuff I brought (which wasn't much) and lay myself on the bed. I tied the piece of material I keep in my bra (so no one can find it and take it away from me) onto the middle of my upper left arm. I bring the needle to my skin and push till the whole liquid is inside of me. I close my eyes and let the dream begin. To let myself forget.

"Jace- I swear to god if you throw me in that lake you will never see the light of day again" Clary screamed while trying to wiggle out of Jace's strong grip on her when she dangled over his shoulders.

"Hmm" Jace said, seeming like he was almost considering the point made by Clary. "Well then, it's a good thing I'm not planning to throw you in then" Jace said whilst sprinting towards the lake.

"I'm not joking Jonathon Chris-" Clary warned but gave up. When was scolding ever going to effect him?! "JACE" she squealed as the jumped into the lake. If looks could kill, Jace would be dead one hundred times over. But, because he's Jace, he completely ignored the deathly stared and laughed even more hysterically and splashed Clary, making her even angrier. Whilst Clary was trying to keep her face straight and have a go at him. I could see I wasn't the only one enjoying the view. Max, Alec and Magnus were also in the lake. Alec comfortably held Max on his back whilst he laughed and talked to Magnus exchanging a kiss or two. The look of disgust on Max's face was hilarious- he was still at the stage when kissing was 'gross'. I couldn't help myself from laughing.

"What's so funny?" I heard Simon say with his breath warming my neck.

"Just Max" I said whist shifting position to face him. He was wearing a white pair of chino shorts, a gamer top about something called Zelda and the blue ray bands I got him for his birthday. He seemed happy and relaxed. I pecked him a kiss on the lips and he mumbled:

"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" I smiled.

"You know I love you right?".

"Of course, and I love you too" he replied with a smirk on his face. I swivelled back to where we were before with him cuddling me from the back. As usual, Jace and Clary had gotten over the 'argument' and were eating each others faces off. Suddenly everything went cold.

"Simon, can you feel that?" I questioned but he seemed to have frozen. Everything had frozen. The water didn't move. The bird in the sky were motionless. Everyone was still. I stood up and looked around in panic. All the colour began you drain and slowly but surely the beautiful memory was disappearing. I ran back over to Simon.

"Simon. Help me"

I lay on the bed.

"Simon. Help me" I slurred in almost a whisper. My eyes were closed.

"I want to go back".

Clary's POV:

I can't stop him. I can't save anyone. I can't save myself.

The punch.

It didn't stop the baby growing.

The half angel half demon cannot die inside of me.

I have been stabbed, kicked, punched.

But the baby lives.

My stomach has grown. My stomach has grown to almost to the full. I can't think what will happen when Sebastian gets ahold of it.

I lie on the bed. I don't eat. I don't sleep. And importantly, according to Sebastian, I don't resist anymore. With no windows, I cannot account how often he comes a day. But I don't care. It doesn't matter anymore. He comes in. Undresses me. Rapes me. And I couldn't care less. I don't have enough energy to reject it. I don't have enough energy to cry about it. I don't have enough energy to care about it.

He enters now.

"Hello Clarissa, how are you?" I don't reply.

"Very well then. Silent as usual." He walks over to the bed and places himself between my legs before he thrusts himself into me. It hurts so much. Tears silents stream down my face. I feel so alone. Why won't anyone save me? Why doesn't anyone care? Why me?

o-0-O-0-o

A long time is gone. My stomach is throbbing. Suddenly I feel a sharp pain through my stomach and I automatically curl myself into a ball. The pain is unbearable. I scream out. But the walls are sound proof. No one can help me. But no one would help me even if they could. I lay on the bed with my legs spread apart as far as they could and removed my bottom half of clothing. I gripped my knees And screamed at the top of my lungs. Hours will pass before I am relieved of this pain. But I don't have enough energy to deal with it.

"Someone please help me!"

o-0-O-0-o

Hours pass and the pain is getting worse. I try to breath as steadily as I can. The door clicks open and I see Sebastian enter the room cautiously. He smiles but the warm gesture (which people would usually associate it with) doesn't reach his eyes. He walks over to the bed and doesn't even care for my well being. I can't see how far along I am. I wouldn't know what any of it means anyway- the closest to real information I know about this subject is through trashy cliche soaps. Suddenly an even larger pain soars through my body. I feel as if my insides are being ripped out. I arch my back trying to relieve some of the pain, but I fail. The longer the pain continues, the less and less I can see. Slowly but surely everything is going back. But before my eye sight is gone I see one thing.

A child.

With red hair,

Gold skin,

And red eyes boring into me with recognition.

I have created a monster.

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