Love To

Chapter 16:

Isabelle sat in Simon's car, outside of the Hotel Dumont, that's sign had been redone to spell Hotel Dumort. I searched for a door that would be safer to get in through but did not succeed in doing so. Simon turned the car off, smiling at me before stepping out. He was at her side of the car in, literally and I kid you not, a flash. I stepped out, adrenaline surging through my veins. Too bad this wasn't a fight. Simon tugged me off the sidewalk, slinging me on his back. His hands rested lightly on my thighs.

"Wow there! Getting a little handsy honey." I scoffed.

"Relax, Lightwood." He scoffed. I should probably know his last name if that's what we are referring to each other as...

"Hey, Simon, what is your favorite color?" I asked, he scurried up the wall. Thank God Jace wasn't here to compare him to a rat.

"Uh green I guess. Why do you ask?" I could tell he was smiling.

"I don't know, just curious."

"Isabelle?"

"Hmm?"

"What's your favorite color?"

"I don't really know, I like pink, and black, of course, and blue is pretty, but I've never really thought about it..." Oh God I'm rambling. Wow! I'm not nervous! Isabelle Lightwood does NOT get nervous. Especially with such a geeky guy, well vampire. But oh my heavens those eyes, and curls….GOD! Shut up shut up!

He helped me off slowly, and I realized we were on the top floor of the hotel. His hands lingered on my arm for a few moments and then escorted me to the stairs. He let the door close after me and I trailed behind him, my hand on his shoulder, as to not trip down the stair (not to physically touch him…). Even from the top of the spiraling stairwell I could hear the muffled voices and laughter of the vampires, and the whimpering of their "pets". The air was thick and sticky, and had the smell of decay which I presume from the dead animal carcasses and molding furniture. Luckily, I haven't eaten all night, otherwise it would be on Simon's back. I learned the hard way to never eat before hunting. It wasn't pretty, and I had Jace and Alec's vivid experience thrown on me every time I tried to blackmail them. Apparently Jace actually has a video of it. Then again Jace is a lying little prick when it comes to him and me.

I tightened my grip on Simon's shoulder as we got closer and closer to the flickering lights of the candelabras in the ballroom. Simon reached his hand back to mine and pried it away, but kept it in his cool hand. He turned giving me a little smile that slowed my heart rate. He led me into the large desolate room that I had guessed was once the Grand Ballroom! Little groups of the vamps were sprawled in molding furniture or across the floor, their eyes snapping up when they heard us, well more me, enter the room. A tan boy, maybe seventeen, but then again the way he looked didn't give away his actual age. He had a mop of dark curls falling around his—in some cases—angelic face. Maybe I should ask him for his number. He looked awfully familiar.

"Simon" He nodded and shifted his dark eyes to me. "I see you brought a Nephilim. What makes you so sure I won't have the other Night Children tear her limb from limb?" His eyebrow rose.

"Oh Raphael, such the ladies' man. Any who lets get away from the cryptic discussion of blood and gore, and talk about this new situation. A vampire killed a werewolf tonight. Any idea who it may be?" Simon, even in the heaviest of times, was light and cheerful. I smiled on the inside. I turned back to Raphael, examining the boy. I know where he's from! He's in my gym class! I think he was the guy Clary warned me about, apparently, he did not like Nephilim that much.

I curled my fingers a little more against Simon's. Weird as it is, I felt safe with him. I mean in physical demeanor, he wasn't much, a slight build and a little layer of muscle, probably from that guitar playing… Okay Izzy cool down. This is Simon. Simon with those curls and that wide-eyed puppy-dog look that strangely reminded me of Max, and those eyes, and the perfect complexion of being a vampire. Raphael let out a short bark of laughter, snapping me out of my reverie.

"And why would I care if some mutt was dead? On that note, why should you care?" He laughed.

"Because, oh fearless leader, I am a nice guy. Plus it was someone's kid. Someone's family. And I of all people know how you feel of family." Raphael just scoffed.

"So you don't? Then would you like to tell us why you wear a cross around your neck, or how you've been going over to visit your family members for who knows how long?" He smirked, and Raphael scowled.

"No Simon, I do not know who killed the little pooch but I'll keep my ears open." He flicked his hand, shooing Simon and I out of the room. Simon pressed into my side near the top floor, "And that was him on a good day…" I stifled the giggle. I cannot be weak and foolish and well…mundane. I have to bed strong. I will not fall in love with Simon, who I figured outs last name was, Lewis. I refuse to fall in love with Simon Lewis. Isabelle Lightwood is a strong independent Shadowhuntress. And she would NOT fall in love with the nerdy vampire Simon Lewis. I looked over him as he opened the door for me, ushering me farther to the ledge, and instead of slinging me on his back like last time, swung me into his arms bridal style, smiling at my bewildered expression. I will not fall in love with….Oh FUCK IT! I'm in love with you Simon Nerdy Vampire Lewis.

Hello my dears! Sorry for the naughty language but it showed my emotions! So if this were a movie it would now be rated R. Have I dropped the f-bomb yet? Any who thank you for the reviews they mean the world to me and I kid you not, you make my day when I see the number go up! Thank you so much! Hope to get the next chapter up soon! Btw to those of you who might be major 80's lovers (ME!) have you heard the song Love Bites by Def Leppard? Check it out it is just amazing! I'm in love no joke! Okay music nerd moment there. Please review I love reading them!

Tootles! - Emma