so here is chapter 10 i know it's another dream chapter but trust me everyone will find out what's with Simon's freaky dreams soon, this chapter and chapter 11 may be the only chapters i post for a few days, fall break is coming up and i'm not sure what family plans we may have but i can promise i will be working on more chapters :) and as soon as i can i will be posting more, so keep reviewing, favoriting, following, etc and if you want to send me a PM or anything like that feel free to.

TMI and characters belong to Cassandra Clare the poem belongs to his/her name at the bottom. Thanks for reading! :)

In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?

'A Dream'

by

Edgar Allan Poe

The moon shone overhead full and bright, as Simon walked through the park the trees bare of their leaves loomed overhead and swayed in the cold breeze like, the branches casting skeleton shadows on the frost covered ground.

Simon could see his breath as he walked, and he was strangely cold, he was vaguely aware he was dreaming again, and he was frightened where this nightmare may take him, especially after the last one he had.

He stopped and walking and looked around at his surrounding, he was wearing his glasses again and he squinted in the dark, and not seeing anything he edged forward, there was a feeling in the back of his mind that he had to find something, but he couldn't seem to grasp what.

Suddenly, Simon froze as a howl pierced the cold winter air, he listened as it died off into the distance and he couldn't help to wonder who it could be.

A shiver ran through him as the wind picked up, causing the trees around him to creak like opening tombs.

Simon broke into a run as he ran into the cold dark, unsure where exactly he was going but he knew if he was to find out where he was he needed to find a break in the tree line.

He listened as the frost beneath his sneakers cracked with every step he took; he didn't dare slow or stop even when he saw a flash of white out of the corner of his eye dart behind him. He kept moving forward, his heart that was once again beating raced in his ears like a constant drum beat in a hard rock song.

You will not stop, he told himself, even when his breath came out in huffs, his body protested as he pushed forward the whistling of the wind made his face sting in the bitter cold air, but still he made himself run on.

Finally, after several minutes, Simon skidded to a stop as he came to a dead end, the path before him was clouded in a dark mist. A mist so thick he couldn't see through it, and the hairs on the back of his neck prickled, as he felt eyes all around him, he breathed heavily, puffs of air spilled from him in the cold, making small clouds before him as they drifted into the mist to disappear.

Simon shivered in the cold, as he looked around trying to find a way out, and finding none he knew there were only two options.

Through the mysterious mist, or back the way he came, Simon took one look behind him at the trees creaking in the cold wind and shivered more, before turning back to the mist, he took a step forward not wanting to but having no choice.

"Stop!"

Simon froze as a cold voice like the wind itself shouted, and he turned his head as a figure drifted forward in a white dress decorated with pale silver trim like the moon itself.

Simon blinked; confused as he knew who it was before she was in full view.

"Clary?" Simon said, confused, as she stood in the cold wind, her dress decorated with pale runes, she wore the color of mourning in Shadowhunter culture, and Simon wondered why.

Clary looked at him, her red hair wildly blowing in the breeze her green eyes hard and fixed on his face.

"You shouldn't be here Simon." She said her voice hard, as the words spilled from her lips.

Simon turned to face her, "What is going on?" he asked, as Clary stepped forward into the full light, and he saw that her pale skin too was decorated in a pattern of swirling dark runes.

"Clary? What is going on here, I need to know now." Simon told her, his voice broke as the cold began to numb him.

But she didn't answer just stared, her eyes never softening like the Clary he had grown up knowing.

"Clary! Please! I don't understand!"

Finally as if he had gotten through the cold outer shell, she spoke.

"You step foot in that mist, and you likely will not come back out alive, one of us has turned into something we know nothing of, and I'm afraid there is no saving her like we once knew."

Simon blinked and furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at her, "You mean Isabelle?"

Clary didn't answer, just looked to the mist, and back to him, Simon swallowed hard.

"If you really have your heart set on knowing, find out for yourself." She said, her tone icy, as she stepped back into the dark where she had come.

Simon looked around himself, wondering where she had gone, and took a step into the dark mist, curious to know what Clary had meant, as soon as the mist swallowed around him he saw no light in either direction just swirling darkness mixed with the chilled wind.

The feeling of eyes watching him was all around and he wondered what this could all mean, what was going on?

Simon shivered wrapping himself up in his own arms as he fought for warmth, and as he did his sleeve of the light jacket he wore moved up his arm and he saw down beneath the cuff that he had the same darkened marks Clary had had on her arms just moments ago.

Runes. He was marked with runes; he shuddered knowing that if he had the runes that meant…

He paused, as he stepped out of the darkness into a white clearing, not white with snow but pale light as if all color had been sucked away from the area.

He looked around, as silently as possible; he straightened up, letting his hands fall to his sides.

In the clearing was a circle, it glowed with the same pale light he had seen before, and as he inspected closer taking a few steps, he realized it was the same rune that he had kept seeing the same one they were trying to find out about, but even as he gazed at it, he still shuddered, it didn't like menacing but something about the way it was etched it couldn't mean entirely good.

Simon backed away from the raised plat form, and the glowing rune and turned to go back the way he came, only to find someone blocking his way.

He stiffened as her dark eyes eyed him like a predator would their prey, her face was to pale in the whitewashed landscape.

Her black hair clashed with the midnight blue dress she wore, her lips sparkled in the moonlight ruby red.

"There's no turning back." She said, her voice slightly deeper, as Simon noticed he saw no exhale of breath as she spoke, she stepped forward forcing him to step back.

"And why is that?" he asked, as she gazed at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, because you have something I need…"

Simon swallowed, not wanting to know what as he stopped before he stepped on the plat form of the mysterious rune. She stopped as well, and Simon saw that her eyes were no longer brown but were once again the black tunnels that reminded him to much of Sebastian.

Isabelle stood in front of her as she turned her head slightly to the side to look at him, an amused wicked smile spreading across her face.

"Is something amusing?" Simon asked, his voice collected and stronger than he had expected, Isabelle's smile just grew wider.

"Yes." She stated, "You're afraid of me."

"No." Simon told her quickly, he wouldn't admit to her that he was scared to death, he didn't like how these nightmares felt all too real.

She smiled, widely as she stepped forward inches from him, Simon stiffened, as she pushed him back.

Simon lost his balance and although he fought to make sure he didn't step on the plat form she made him have no choice as he stumbled back into the pale light of the rune underfoot, Simon glanced down at it, as the light changed quickly from the pale blue and golden to a golden red, as he looked up, pushing his glasses back up his nose to his eyes, Isabelle stood inches in front of him looking about herself, her dressed skidded across the ground as she walked forward.

"No need to be afraid." She said soothingly, Simon swallowed hard, a lump developing in his throat.

"Why shouldn't I be?" he asked,

Isabelle didn't answer at first or looked way just stared at him for a moment before stepping forward closing the space between them.

"Because, this will only hurt for a minute." She whispered in his ear, Simon shivered involuntarily partly from her cool breath on his ear and partly of the cold.

"Hurt?" he asked in a soft croak,

"Yes." She whispered breathlessly, "I'm not a Daylighter like you were once, but you now possess the blood I need to become one…"

Simon grew wide eyed as he realized what she meant, but before he could cry out or jump away he felt cold hands lock onto his wrists and felt the sting of pain as fangs broke the skin in his neck, Simon let out a yelp as he felt his knees buckle and he collapsed, but yet he didn't hit the ground because a pair of cold arms caught him, as he fought to keep his eyes opened as he grew cold the little warmth he had left spilling from him, in the form of his blood, Simon fought but couldn't hold on any longer as he slowly slipped off into the bitter darkness.

okay so that was kinda short i know but the next one makes up for it and the next after that, we'll be learning more about the rune soon and what it means and how it is very very very bad that Clary drew it on Isabelle and the bad effects it could have on everyone, but without conflict and drama we wouldn't have a great story lol, as i said above, the next chapter i'm about to post may be the last until maybe Thursday or Friday, maybe sooner depending on what may be going on with school and what not, and break but i will be updating :) keep reviewing, favoriting, etc and thank you so so so much for reading! :) P.S. the reason why Simon keeps having these weird 'nightmares' will be told soon they do have a purpose. wink.