okay, so i know i mentioned it in last chapter, but this is the last chapter posting until i get a few reviews, that's just to let me know someone is reading, i know a lot of writes out there say that and it annoys some people but many of you may know that sometimes you just need that small push of awknowledgement to move forward and i guess you can say i need some spark of that to move forward...this is where things really begin to get going, at the end, tell me what you think of this turn of events! :)

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FATE slew him, but he did not drop;
She felled—he did not fall—
Impaled him on her fiercest stakes—
He neutralized them all.

She stung him, sapped his firm advance,
But, when her worst was done,
And he, unmoved, regarded her,
Acknowledged him a man.

'Fate'

by

Emily Dickinson

Simon walked the dark streets alone, it was quiet for a Thursday night in New York, which Simon found unusual but comforting for the current situation, he bounded the steps of the Institute without thinking, and banged on the door, as he gazed around himself at the passing cars and mundanes walking upon the sidewalks oblivious to the world around them.

Simon smirked as he turned back to the door; he wished he could be that oblivious to everything around himself, maybe he wouldn't be in such the trouble he was in now if he had.

He waited, and waited, until he realized nobody was coming to the door, so he banged on it again, and once again, nobody came, so convinced either they couldn't hear him or didn't care, somehow someway to his surprise when Simon pushed on the door, it opened with a long soft creak.

Simon poked his head in the dim lit hall, and wondered if this is what Nancy Drew felt like when trying to solve a mystery and he wondered if she too had about as much problem he had finding the conclusion.

Be nice to know someone else had a screwed up life as well, he thought as he entered, his footsteps making echoes onto the floor around him.

Usually his footfalls were quiet, but in the dead silence the echoes were almost like old voices from long ago.

Simon kept pace as he walked toward where he knew he'd find Clary, he finally got to the old elevator and waited until it came to a halt in front of him before he opened the large birdcage like structure, if it had been at the upper levels that means someone was home. No doubt Jace and the others were back, he smirked at the thought, and hoped he didn't walk into any embarrassing situation, Simon laughed once to himself as part of him wanted to just to see the look on Jace's face, and the other side of him didn't after thinking how mad Clary would be at him, he sighed that just be the icing on his undead cake, his best friend angry at him when he needed her the most, Simon waited as the old elevator made a rattling creaking noise before it came to a full stop, the designs of the bird cage around him casted long shadows across his face in the dim witchlight, and Simon shuddered being reminded of long skeletal fingers of death, he shook off his uncomfortably before he exited and rushed toward Clary's room.

Simon looked behind me as he heard silent footsteps behind him and saw nobody, the heat of the Institute was on, and Simon felt the muggy air around him as it cut through the coldness he'd felt since that terrible night, out of the corner of his eye he saw a dark shadowed form move in the dim light,

"Hello?" he stopped and called behind him, "Anyone there? Clary? Alec?"

Nobody answered as he looked around but saw nobody at all; he took a rough breath to clear his annoyance he was in no mood to play games.

"Jace, if that is you I'm not in the mood right now and if Clary finds out your messing with me after the shit I've been through she'll get mad I know she will…"

But still, there was no answer, Simon looked around awkwardly and finally after hearing and seeing nobody at all, he ignored the footsteps he heard and the dark form he had seen and turned back around and made way to Clary's room, that nagging feeling that something was wrong was still firmly in place deep within him.

He slowly came up to Clary's room, the door was firmly shut and as he focused on any noise within the room, however even with his acute vampire hearing he heard nothing but silence from within, Simon began to panic, his inner spirit knowing something was wrong, very, very wrong, slowly he opened the door and creaked it opened, in full horror movie fashion.

"Clary?" he whispered as he peaked in, and blinked in the dark getting his eyes to adjust, he always found it difficult to get his vampire vision to work, especially in the dark, as he squinted he realized he couldn't see anything inside because the room was empty. Confused as to where Clary could've gone when he knew she must be here and if not he wondered where she'd go, Simon slowly backed out of the doorway, just as he saw a shadow out of the corner of his eye, the same shadow he had seen before, but this time it was close to him, close enough that he saw a flash of pale white in the dim shadows.

Using his vampire reflexes he turned swiftly, he felt every muscle in his back and arms tighten as he made an attempt to try and pin whoever was behind him to the wall, but they were a quicker blur and with the speed of a ghost Simon felt his wrist snap as the mysterious shadow grabbed hold of him, their grip like an iron bar on his arm, he winced in pain as pins and needles of fire shot through his arm all that way to his shoulder, he felt his footing give way as the attacked moved with a speedy grace and knocked him from his feet slamming him to the ground.

Simon groaned as his face plowed into the floor, his vision went instant red as he felt the blood pour from his nose and the stinging pain of his broken wrist sear up his arm, not knowing who the attacker was or what on earth had happened to Clary, Simon was in no mood to be in a fight but if it came to finding what had happened to Clary he would fight until he couldn't any longer, broken wrist or not. Snarling he flipped himself over onto his back ready to attack if the attacked pursued, but they didn't.

Simon's shadowed attacker stood still and silent, the shadows covering their face as if not wanting to be seen, he gazed up at them, in the dim light and tried to see, he tried to make the shadows move so he could see them clearly, but every attempt he had made failed. Despite the shadows incasing them from all around the moonlight overhead illuminated the figure above him; Simon blinked several times, and opened his mouth to ask his attacker a simple question.

"Who are-?"

"WHAT IS GOING ON!?" a sharp voice rang from down the hall cutting off Simons words, as the figure casted in shadow above him looked toward the new speaker, as she neared, Simon recognized that feminine voice anywhere when she was angry.

As she grew closer Simon noticed her footfalls grew quieter and he heard her whisper the words,

"Oh no…"

Simon looked up and over behind himself to see Clary in the pale light as he looked from her to the shadowed face he could barely tell who it was, for some reason he didn't trust taking his eyes off the attacker, it could leave an opened opportunity to attack him once more.

"I didn't know it was him, you know I'd never do this one purpose, Clary." The voice of the mystery attacker spoke almost slurring the words together, making it hard for Simon to understand what was being said as Clary's expression was that of a pinched one.

"Well with your current state I'm not sure what to believe…" Clary said not unkindly but more worried,

But about what? Simon thought, as he finally spoke up,

"What's going on?"

Clary sighed and looked down at him as if she had forgotten he was even there, "I told you I'd call."

"Yeah but you didn't." he said standing up slowly the blood from his nose ran down his chin and dripped on his shirt, as he looked at Clary who sighed again this time looking away from the sight of him.

"I got hung up…"

"You couldn't text to say that?" he asked, bitterly.

Clary looked back at him with a grim expression her mouth in a tight line as he continued.

"I knew something was wrong, and gosh Clary I thought you of all people would be there for me during this tough time….nobody else is…" he said, pain in his voice again as Clary looked passed Simon to the mystery person casted in shadow, her green eyes were bright in the moonlight overhead, her expression still dark and grim.

"Simon, I need to tell you something…"

"No." Simon stopped her as he spoke, Clary closed her mouth clearly in annoyance as it passed her expression, "You are my best friend Clary, I expected you to be here for me, knowing that she's gone, Isabelle is gone, and I miss her… I need your support through this…"

Clary sighed, as she stopped Simon,

"Look, before you say more, I really need to talk." She told him as he nodded,

"Okay?"

Simon was clearly confused, he knew Clary could be bossy sometimes but she was taking it a little extreme this time, he wondered what would be more important to tell him then him just needing her there for him while he coped from losing Isabelle?

Simon watched as Clary took a deep breath and took hold of his arm and spun him around where he faced the mystery person who attacked him, they were medium height, shorter than Simon himself but taller than Clary, and just as Simon began to make out the shapes in the darkness, they shifted turning away from him, he looked down at Clary who wore the same sadness in her eyes as he had seen before when she told him to come back later.

"What is going on?" Simon asked looking at Clary who put up one finger as if meaning to wait a moment.

"He's not going to freak out, I promise just come into the light everything will be okay we'll all work this out together." Clary assured the shadowed figure, that turned slowly back toward Clary and Simon heard a strange noise almost as if choking and realized the shadow person was laughing.

"How many times have you assured me things would be alright, just to make them worse again?" the quiet low voice asked, and Simon noted how tired it sounded, and he couldn't make out if the voice was that of male or female.

"About as many as you assured me." Clary answered placing her hands on her hips, "And look, we've been through hell and back, but we've all stayed together, haven't we?"

There was a quiet sigh and a nod of the head, as Clary looked from Simon who wore a puzzled expression as Clary turned back to the quiet speaker.

"Come into the light once more, it's where you belong…" Clary whispered quietly, as the figure before them nodded slowly and turned back toward them, Simon watched as the figure hesitated slightly and took a deep breath as if to calm themselves, Simon squinted in the dark shadows again to try and make out facial features but he didn't get the chance, before he could get a good look in the darkness, the shadowed figure looked down toward their feet, and walked one step forward spilled fully into the dim light around them.

Simon grew wide eyed as he took in the pale sight before him and he gasped, a hand shooting up to cover his mouth, because there who stood before him as if she had never been gone at all, was Isabelle. Isabelle Lightwood, her dark hair had been pulled up upon her head, her dark eyes were just as he remembered, her face was drained of all color in the pale moonlight above, she stood there firmly, the scars on her arms shone as they had all the other times, she took her gaze from her feet up to meet his eyes, she smiled halfheartedly, her smile weak and it didn't touch her eyes, as he stared eyes wide, as she whispered two simple words, her voice low and tired.

"Hey Simon…"

so many questions! what was his dream really about? was Isabelle actually there? was it all his mind? what is this mysterious rune and how did it bring her back from death? is it demonic? seraphic? bad warlock magic and what does Maureen and Sebastian have to do with it? find out in coming chapters...

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