Chapter 11:

Clary didn't know where she was going, as long as it was far away from the commotion. She heard the terrifying roar from the horrendous demons. She just kept on her feet, looking behind her she saw the two figures galloping towards her. The sun was going down, and the sky only left a shade of pink and purple. She could barely see ahead of her. Then she found herself falling to the floor, a pain shooting up in her ankle. She had tripped on a tree root. She hit the floor with a thud. Heavy footsteps were coming towards her, and she realized how close the footsteps were. Sebastian's brown boots, covered in dirt, were in eyes reach. "Thought you could get away that easily sis?" Sebastian had menacing tone in his voice. Clary froze, she was too horrified to even look at him. Then she heard another set of footsteps, the beasts were right behind her, they were breathing heavily. "I'm not that stupid Clary. Do you really think I'm that much of an idiot? You must really underestimate me." Sebastian lifted her up with his strong arms. Clary couldn't help but break out in a sob. Sebastian laughed at her, the beast joining along. "Stupid little girl." He spoke, Clary hated being called a little girl more than anything. She clawed at Sebastian's face with a growl. He grabbed her by her tiny wrist, the grip was so tight Clary thought her wrist might break. Clary struggled to pull free, but he was too strong. "LET ME GO!" He loosened his grip, and Clary thought she actually might have frightened him. Instead he grabbed her hair and threw her into the dirt. "Why don't you just SHUT UP!" Sebastian's eyes turned pupil less, and were now black tunnels. Clary thought it was the most terrifying he's ever looked. She started to crawl along the dirt, trying her best to get away. Sebastian kicked her in the stomach and she rolled on her back. He started her punch her repeatedly, blood started to pour from her nose as she kicked and screamed. She wondered if he would knock her out, break her nose. He stood up and started to kick her along her ribs, and she knew she would suffer plenty of bruises later. "Stop! Please stop!" She cried. He pulled her by her hair again towards the cottage, strands of red hair ripping out of her scalp. She bawled, and there was no reason for her to try anymore. This is exactly how the events played out when she first came here. Here comes weeks of torture. She thought. She would never give up and burn down the world with him, the only thing that could break her was seeing Jace dead.

Simon could hear the faeries surrounding the Institute. "Come out, come out." He heard a sprite say with a tiny, squeaky voice by Isabelle's room window. "They are definitely going to wait us out." Simon said, looking at Isabelle dry her hair. Isabelle didn't reply, too distracted by herself. "Why don't we just kill them all?" Simon added after his last comment. Isabelle flipped her dark hair to face him, she giggled and shook her head. "There are children out there, Simon. Merely the ages of 13, we can't kill 13 year old's." Isabelle protested. Simon liked the way she stood up for things she saw was wrong or the people she loved, he could barely resist the urge to kiss her, but now was certainly not the time for that. But Simon couldn't hold in what he had to tell her. He moved towards her, their noses almost touching. "Isabelle, I-I have to tell you something." A hard look slapped on Isabelle's face when he said that. "By the angel, your not going to break up with me are you?" Isabelle said in mock horror. Simon chuckled. "No." He shook his head, wrapping his fingers in hers. "Why would you think that?" Simon asked her, looking sincerely through his brown eyes, Isabelle her hair behind her pale colored ear. "Usually when a boy says they have to 'talk', it usually means their breaking up. Haven't you ever been in a relationship before?" Isabelle grinned. "I'm not breaking up with you. There's something I have to tell you." If Simon could have blushed, he would have. Isabelle inhaled, ready for anything he had to say. "I dreamed of saying this in different place, somewhere brilliant, but now I just can't wait. Because I never know when Sebastian will come and if I'll ever get the chance to tell you this. Isabelle Lightwood I- I'm in love with you." Simon felt like a weight had just been lifted of his shoulders. Isabelle felt her heart skip a beat, looking up at Simon with her dark eyes. She didn't know what to say at first, she had certainly felt the same way, but it was as if the words couldn't come out her mouth. She couldn't lose Simon for the world. It was the first time in her life she felt vulnerable to anyone. "I-I.. me too." Isabelle couldn't bear to the say the words, so it was the nicest thing she could. "Your in love with yourself too?" Simon said with a smile.

"You know what I mean Simon." Isabelle rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile too.

Simon did know what she meant, and it was like all his dreams came true. He always hoped when he told a girl he loved her, she would say it back. There he was, with the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, telling her he'd loved her, and she basically saying back. He couldn't hold back the fact he wanted their lips to lock. So he did, Isabelle was almost caught off guard by his force. They stumbled back into her dresser, Simon slid his fingers to her waist. Isabelle messing up his soft, brown hair with her slender hands. They pulled away instantly when they heard a glass shattering explosion.

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