here's the next chapter, i plan to update more maybe tomorrow afternoon if i can but my sister has a soccer game so it may be late into the evening at least, anyways, here's the next chaper, review tell me what you think and all that. Thanks for reading. :)

As always, TMI and characters belong to Cassandra Clare, the poem belongs to their rightful owners.

SOFTLY as brown-eyed Angels rove
I will return to thy alcove,
And glide
upon the night to thee,
Treading the shadows silently.

And I will
give to thee, my own,
Kisses as icy as the moon,
And the caresses of a
snake
Cold gliding in the thorny brake.

And when returns the livid
morn
Thou shalt find all my place forlorn
And chilly, till the falling
night.

Others would rule by tenderness
Over thy life and
youthfulness,
But I would conquer thee by fright!

'The Ghost'

by

Charles Baudelaire

Simon staggered backwards into the wall still gasping, the bleeding from his nose had stopped but the blood that stained his face made his hands sticky as he held them over his mouth in fear he would cry out at the sight before him.

Clary looked at Simon worried as he watched Isabelle cross her arms over her chest, she was dressed in black gear again, the same gear she had worn when she was stabbed, and Simon noted the hole in the gear as he saw a flash of pale skin, Isabelle's skin, perfectly healed where it hadn't been before. Simon went still as he moved his hands away from his face.

"This…" he began looking from Clary to Isabelle before his eyes rested on Isabelle, "This…this isn't possible!" he shouted as he went flat against the wall and looked at Clary.

Isabelle smirked and looked at Clary about to speak when Simon cut her off,

"You DIED!" he moved forward one step moving his arms in the air, as the smell of his own blood made him dizzy, "You were dead! I held you as you died, you had a hole in your chest a gapping one! Sebastian stabbed you!"

Simon paced back and forth watching Isabelle as if she were a wild animal about to pounce, he didn't believe it he didn't believe she was standing here in front of him, and it was not possible he had to be dreaming.

He stopped and looked at Clary that was it. He was dreaming, like the weird dream he had before.

"I thought you said he wouldn't freak out?" Isabelle asked Clary sternly, as Clary shot her a look.

"Well look from his point of view, people don't just come back from the dead, Isabelle." Clary answered her, as she went toward Simon.

Simon moved away from Clary's grasp, as Isabelle smirked. "No your right they don't so how exactly did I?" she asked a certain measure of cold in her tone.

"I don't know yet." Clary said as Simon slid down the wall putting his face in hands once more, as they spoke as if he weren't even there.

"Well we need find out, and soon." Isabelle answered flipping her long black hair over her shoulder.

"I know."

Simon heard Clary say as she came over to kneel in front of him, she lightly touched his arm but he shook off her hand.

"Simon…" she began softly,

"No!" he growled, moving his hands away as Clary was taken aback and stood up moving away from him, Isabelle stood still and unmoving as Simon looked up at them both, Isabelle's dark eyes averted away from his gaze and he looked back to Clary.

"You're crazy." He accused, acid in his tone, as he saw Clary flinch. "I'm dreaming either that or your using some Shadowhunter magic to trick me but there is no way that is Isabelle."

"Shadowhunters don't use magic." Isabelle interjected as Simon and Clary both looked over at her, "And I can assure you, I am very much Isabelle Lightwood, how I'm here I have no idea other than Clary there put some rune on me when I was dying that she thought was a stronger healing rune that would heal the fatal wound I had, well apparently that wasn't so."

"It was a stronger healing rune!" Clary snapped, as Isabelle held up her hands in defense.

Simon jumped to his feet then, "I'm outta here…" he mumbled, as the two girls looked after him wide eyed.

"No! No! Simon!" Clary squealed as she ran after him, his long legs made it hard for her to catch up with him and he heard the click of heels behind him as Clary came into view and he was sure that whoever else was there, in disguise as Isabelle was not far off behind.

Clary stood in front of him, pushing on his chest as he tried to walk forward but eventually gave up.

"Look, midget I don't know what you did, how you did it but I'm not getting involved Isabelle is dead as much as it hurts and pains me she is, she is gone, you said so yourself that night when Jace dragged me away from her."

Clary stopped and looked up at him taking a careful breath before speaking,

"I thought she was…" she admitted absentmindedly, as Simon smirked, and walked passed her toward the elevator, Clary rushed after him.

"And I'm not a midget by the way!"

"Whatever." Simon told her as he looked behind him, and then moved his head to gaze in front of him and stopped short as he blinked.

In front of the elevator casually inspecting her nails while her other arm draped protectively at her stomach was Isabelle.

"How…?" Simon began looking back down the hall as Clary came up slowly, and Simon looked at her confused and shook his head and moved toward the entrance to the elevator, but Isabelle stopped him.

"No you don't." she said, as she moved in front of him every direction he tried to go, Simon looked down away from her bright eyes.

"Let me passed." He gritted his teeth and moved forward.

"No…" Isabelle replied, and shot a hand out, against his chest so he didn't move, Simon froze and looked down at the familiar delicate hand flecked with silver scars pressed flat against his chest, the same warmth he had always loved seeped into him, but he couldn't help to notice an underlying chill beneath her fingers. Quickly, taking note of his expression she removed her hand as fast as she had put it there, Simon looked up at her as she looked away toward Clary, his gaze too went to Clary.

Clary shrugged with a hopeless expression, "I told you, I don't know how yet but it's her, she's here, Simon, she's here."

Isabelle looked away from Clary back to Simon who looked at her as well, Simon opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again as he backed away from the elevator and Isabelle moved forward, he hadn't noticed before that she had been pressed against the doors of the large cage.

"I still don't believe you…" he began slowly, looking at them both Isabelle's eyes held a hint of regret and sadness, and Clary opened her mouth to speak, but Simon cut her off. "Not fully, not yet, I won't let my guard down just to be thrown back into my real world where Isabelle is gone and I have to go through life in pain of the memories I don't wish to lose."

Clary nodded as she looked at Isabelle, she was looking at her feet, and Clary fidgeted slightly and looked at Simon.

"Please. Let me explain what I do know, and then you can choose to believe what from there, but just know we may need your help."

Simon raised an eyebrow, "Oh? And why is that?"

Clary opened her mouth to speak as she looked at Isabelle, whose head snapped up to look at Simon and when she spoke her voice was ice hard and equally as cold.

"Because the other Shadowhunters don't know yet, and they aren't going to find out."

lol. sorry for a sort of cliffhanger, but as some say every good story makes readers wanting more and i guess cliffhangers are a good way of doing that, i know this one is short i'm still editing and polishing the next chapter before i post, if i get it done before i have to sign off i'll be defaintly posting it. Keep reviews coming dear readers, i enjoy reading opinions and even if you have some suggestions of what you'd like to see in coming chapters, i'm opened to a lot of things! thanks for reading! :)