Okay, I didn't get this finished quite as soon as I'd promised, but here it is, nonetheless. Sorry, it's kinda short again.
The address on the paper led Isabelle to a restaurant called 'Tenefern', which is a fairly common Downworlder restaurant, though not as popular as Taki's. Isabelle was concerned for a minute, but figured that enough mundanes still ate at the restaurant that it probably wasn't that big of a deal. She went in and sat in a booth, waiting for Simon.
She noticed him the second he walked through the door, but something seemed different about him. He seemed paler than she remembered, and colder somehow. By the time he reached the booth and sat down, her nerves were on end and she knew exactly the reason why.
"You're a vampire," Isabelle whispered.
Simon stared at her for a moment, his mouth open slightly. He looked like he was about to deny it, but after a look at Isabelle's very serious and very accusatory face, he closed his mouth and looked down at the table.
"Yeah, I am," he said. He looked at her closer again. "And you're one of the Nephilim."
Isabelle nodded, even though he hadn't really been asking it as a question. Isabelle didn't know what to do. Sure she'd had flings with Downworlders before, but she had really thought she felt a connection with Simon. A connection that could lead to something more than just a casual fling. She desperately wanted to have more than a casual fling, even if she would never admit it to anyone else. But she knew she couldn't have that with a Downworlder, her parents and the Clave would never accept it.
Isabelle stood up and started to walk out of the restaurant.
"Isabelle, wait," Simon called after her.
Isabelle stopped, but didn't look behind her. She so wanted to turn around and walk back to him, but she knew she couldn't. Instead, she just kept walking toward the door and left the restaurant.
He couldn't believe it. She was a Nephilim, a Shadowhunter. How could he not have noticed in Pandemonium? Simon figured it was just because it had been so dark, and there had been so much fog. But he had to be somewhat thankful he hadn't recognized what she was at first. If he'd known what she was, he never would have started talking to her, and never would've met her.
But maybe it would've been better if he'd never met her. Now he couldn't get her out of his head. He couldn't stop thinking about her, even though he knew how much trouble he'd been in with Raphael if he knew Simon was thinking about a Shadowhunter. Simon realized he had to see Isabelle again, even if he shouldn't. He told himself seeing her again would be what he needed to forget her, but if he was being honest with himself, it would do the exact opposite. But he needed to see Isabelle again.
He knew he couldn't go to the Institute to see her. Regardless of the fact that he was a vampire and he couldn't physically set foot on the Institute property, he would practically be declaring war by even walking within a block of the Institute. So that was out of the question. The only way he could think to see her again was by finding her at Pandemonium, which he knew she went to frequently.
So he went to Pandemonium. Every single night, searching for her and waiting for her to return. He went every day for a week and a half, and was beginning to lose hope. Maybe she'd figured he'd do exactly this and was avoiding him. Maybe she just wasn't as interested in Pandemonium as he'd thought. One night, after almost two weeks of waiting, he was about to leave and completely give up on ever seeing her again. He stood up from the bar stool where he'd been sitting and turned toward the door, when he stopped in his tracks. She was standing by the door, staring straight back at him.
I definitely will not have the next chapter posted as soon as this one, let me just start with that. Sorry. This story is difficult to write for some reason. Maybe once I get more into the story it'll be easier. We'll see. Anyway, let me know what you think of this one!