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The wondrous moment of our meeting...
Still I remember you appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty's angel pure and clear.

In hopeless ennui surrounding
The worldly bustle, to my ear
For long your tender voice kept sounding,
For long in dreams came features dear.

Time passed. Unruly storms confounded
Old dreams, and I from year to year
Forgot how tender you had sounded,
Your heavenly features once so dear.

My backwoods days dragged slow and quiet -
Dull fence around, dark vault above -
Devoid of God and uninspired,
Devoid of tears, of fire, of love.

Sleep from my soul began retreating,
And here you once again appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty's angel pure and clear.

In ecstasy my heart is beating,
Old joys for it anew revive;
Inspired and God-filled, it is greeting
The fire, and tears, and love alive.

'The Wondrous Moment of Our Meeting'

By Alexander Pushkin

Bolting upright breathing heavily, Simon opened his eyes to the sun spilling through his bedroom window as he looked around his room still dazed from the newest nightmare that was dizzying in his mind. What could it mean? What did it mean?

"Bad dream?" a calm voice asked,

Simon jumped startled as he looked over at the other side of the bed, Isabelle sat up right looking at him, her dark eyes held worry as she gazed at his face.

Confused, Simon remembered all the account of the night before, his grief, being mad at Clary and then storming to the Institute only to find a resurrected Isabelle, back breathing as if nothing had ever happened, but Simon knew it had.

"Um…yeah…" he replied, swallowing as he looked at her, she gazed at him searching his face for any sign of what the nightmare may have been about but upon finding nothing she looked away, Simon unsure how to explain or even what caused it or what it meant flicked his eyes from Isabelle's face to what she held in her hands, for a moment he just stared in silence as he realized what it was, it was the two pictures from his bedside table the ones he had been looking at remembering the day, and feeling as if they were taken just yesterday when he was upset that she was gone, and now here she was.

Isabelle held the frame between her hands gently and bit her lip as she looked at them.

Simon eyed her carefully before speaking, "Is something wrong?"

She shook her head, "No. Just we all seemed so happy…we don't have many moments like that."

Simon didn't answer just watched as she looked from each picture back up to him; her expression was hard as she spoke.

"Why can't we have more days like this in these photos?"

Simon shrugged, "I guess when you're like us, Shadowhunters, and vampires…and warlocks." He paused taking in her look as she looked at Magnus in the photo before her.

"You just don't get happiness like other, normal people get."

"It isn't fair."

Simon sighed and stood up off the bed and walked around the bed toward the door, he stopped to look at Izzy who was eyeing him with an expression of annoyance and pure distain.

"No." Simon agreed, "It isn't fair, but that's life, life isn't fair."

"Well maybe it should be." Isabelle snapped her anger escalated in just seconds.

Simon rubbed the sides of his head numbly, and looked back to Isabelle.

"Just because it should be doesn't mean it is."

Isabelle huffed and replaced the two photos back to their place on the bedside table and looked at him.

"And I suppose you're an expert on the subject then?"

Simon looked away from her and opened the door slowly before turning his head back to look at her.

"I guess I might be." He said, with an ounce of bitterness clouding his voice as he swung the door opened and went toward the kitchen, not looking at to see if Izzy was following.

He thought about how much his life had changed, how much it was unfair ever sense his father had died, that was when life began on a downhill journey, like a roller coaster that reaches the top, you feel perfect being so high up seeing everything but then comes the fast way down, and before you know it, it's over and you're left dazed as to what happened.

No life wasn't fair; he was the one who knew that to its fullest, from losing his dad, things were okay knowing Clary for awhile, until that night at Pandemonium Club.

Simon put his hands on the cabinet top and leaned forward laughing; it seemed only yesterday that he was still himself, still Simon the human.

Simon lifted his head as he remembered everything that had happened to him in such a short time, it was a lot to take in now that he took a moment just to think, and do nothing else but think on it.

"My life has changed so much…so, so fast." He whispered to himself, when he saw a figure come up beside him.

"All our lives have changed so much so fast, Simon." Isabelle told him, her voice calm and softer then it had been a moment before, "You're not to the only one to experience life changing events."

Simon looked over at her sideways and half smiled, he knew what she was talking about as she leaned against the cabinet with her arms crossed and looked at him.

Simon stood up straight and looked Isabelle over, she still wore just his long t-shirt, her hair was disarrayed from sleep, and her eyes still held a hint of sleepiness in them as she looked at him with a tired grin.

"You know, if you want to see me naked it won't take very long to make that possible."

Simon sucked in a breath of air and stepped back a step as Isabelle laughed.

"No, no. I don't think that's a good idea…" he told her quietly, as she laughed and he opened the fridge trying to get the image she had painted before him out of his head, it wasn't without effort.

Simon pulled out the bottle of blood that was half full and opened it looking over at Izzy as the fridge closed.

She raised an eyebrow as she pushed her dark hair over her one shoulder, "Why do you drink that anyways?"

Simon looked from the bottle to Isabelle and shrugged before answering matter-of-factly, "Well, not only is it illegal to drink from humans but it also is harder to gain control over a situation when you drink human blood…"

He looked away, when Isabelle spoke,

"Actually, it's illegal to kill mundanes, but we would prefer vampires don't drink from them, but sometimes you can't stop that, and you have to catch them in the act before anyone can really do anything about it."

Simon listened to her talk, and shuddered inwardly as he remembered his dream he had woken up from only moments ago.

I'm not a Daylighter like you were once, but you now possess the blood I need to become one…

Simon choked on the blood he was drinking, as the words and image of Isabelle biting him with vampire fangs came back to him.

Isabelle stood up in a flash and rushed over to him as he coughed, and red spray went all over the floor,

"Simon? Simon? Are you okay?" her voice held worry as he stood up straight and ran the back of his hand over his mouth before taking a breath and answered firmly.

"Yes, I'm alright."

"What happened?" she asked her eyes big and dark with worry.

Simon looked at her for a moment, and hated lying to her, but he didn't think it was a good idea to tell Isabelle about the part of the two nightmares he had in a row, the part where they became switched and she was the vampire and he the Shadowhunter.

"It was nothing; I just took too big a drink is all." He lied, and looked away to grab a towel to clear away the red dots all over the floor.

When Simon looked back up at Isabelle her face was pinched, as if she didn't fully believe what he said, but after a moment her features softened into a sigh.

Simon watched as she went over on the other side of the bar and sat down on a stool and wiggled around to get comfortable before resting her elbows on the top.

Simon watched her, seemingly in a daze as she looked up at her, Isabelle smirked.

"What?" she demanded, as he blinked and looked away with a smile,

"Nothing."

"Simon, what is it?" she demanded trying to grab his arm from across the bar but couldn't reach,

Simon laughed once and turned back to her, "You want to know?"

She nodded, her eyes wide her mouth set in a think pink line,

"You really want to know?" he asked teasing,

"Yes! Now tell me! I'm impatient here!"

Simon chuckled and said, "Okay, fine…I was admiring you. There? Now you know."

He turned away from her as Isabelle sat, her expression confused.

"That's it?"

"Yes." Simon answered turning back to her and raising an eyebrow, "Is something wrong with admiring you?"

"Well, no…it's just, I thought it was something else…" she her voice trailed off,

Simon opened his mouth to ask what she thought it was, when a knock came at the door.

Isabelle and Simon both looked at each other confused, they hadn't been expecting anyone, and Simon knew if it had been Clary she had the spare key and would've just come in, and if it had been Maia and Jordon they also had a key, as did his sister.

"Are you expecting any visitors today?" Isabelle's voice was accusing and cold, Simon looked from the door to her face, her expression also held a hint of the same cold that seeped through her words.

"No." Simon answered ignoring her words, as he slowly walked over to the door to look out the peep hole, but paused to look back at Isabelle who watched him from the stool she sat on.

Taking a breath Simon leaned forward and looked out the peep hole in the door, and saw a surprising sight he hadn't expected to see, especially not now.

On the other side of the door stood a tall blond, and standing behind him as they seemed to be engaged in a deep conversation was a taller boy, with black hair, his blue eyes held a permanent hint of a deep sadness.

Jace and Alec.

Simon leaned back and cursed under his breath, what were they doing there? Why would they be there?

"Who is-" Isabelle began as she hopped off the stool, but Simon put up his hand to silence and stop her,

"Don't." he hissed a whisper at her, and Isabelle froze, confused when he put his finger to his lips as another banging came to the door, Simon rushed over to Isabelle in a few long strides and stood inches from her as he spoke.

"It's Jace and Alec—"he began before her gasp cut him off, followed by a quiet squeak as she covered her mouth with her hands.

"WHAT?" her voice was muffled between her hands, as her eyes grew larger in fear, Simon swallowed hard, never had he seen Isabelle afraid of anything, the feeling was new to him, foreign and he knew if something scared her, the fiercest person he had ever known, then he should probably be scared too.

Another knock came to the door this one quieter and followed by a voice.

"Simon, if you're in there it's important we talk to you…"

Isabelle shook her head rapidly, and uncovered her mouth to speak, "What are we going to do?"

"You hide in my room they won't likely go there if they do, then, think fast your smart Iz, I'm sure you can think of something, and I'll let them in and see what they want, and hopefully they'll be on their way."

Isabelle nodded, as she turned to rush and hide in Simon's room, he watched as she went shutting the door firmly but silently behind her as she entered his room, Simon turned and sighed and walked over to the door, he rubbed his hands on his face and took a deep breath before he undid the latch and unlocked the door, opening it.

On the other side Jace and Alec seemed to be engaged in an argument, but stopped short as they both turned to look at him.

Simon looked between the both of them before resting his eyes on Jace's unreadable expression,

"Is something wrong?"

"No…" Jace said, straightening up, looking at Alec, "But thank you for finally making your presence known, we were about to call the fire department to bust the door down."

Jace entered with a grin, with Alec following silently beside him into the apartment, Simon stood confused and turned to them with a smirk.

"Well just come in then, and that's the FBI that busts in doors."

Jace shrugged, "Either way, we were beginning to think that your undead heart could take no more, and you had flung yourself out the window, of course you probably would survive something like that."

Alec smirked as he stood awkwardly to the side looking out the grime covered front windows, his hands firmly in his pockets.

"No, I was asleep." Simon told them slowly, as he saw Jace inspecting the bottle of blood on the cabinet with a raised eyebrow. "You woke me up banging on the door, so is there something going on that brings you here?"

Jace set down the bottle of blood and looked up toward Alec who was staring at him and Simon.

"Well, yes, we do have a small issue," Jace began, putting his thumb and fore finger close together to indicate the size of the problem.

"It's bigger than a small issue, Jace." Alec's cool voice Simon had noticed hadn't changed since the last he had seen him, Simon didn't dare look at him, he knew Alec didn't like the idea of his sister chasing after a Downworlder like him, although Simon knew they more like ran in circles then chased one another.

"What is it then?" Simon asked, looking at Jace as he leaned against the bar, and Simon realized they were both dressed in the black Shadowhunter gear.

"It seems, that well…we have a situation beyond the norm of which…" Jace began with a grin, as Alec snorted unamused.

"Everything that happens is beyond the norm Jace, just get to it."

Jace shot Alec a look as Simon stole a small glance at Alec, his blue eyes were hard and held a hint of tired sadness he had never seen in his eyes before, a sadness Simon knew would probably never be healed.

"Okay, fine, someone took Isabelle's body."

Simon stopped and stared at him for a second, as he felt his stomach drop, he wasn't sure why he was shocked to learn they somehow knew she was gone, he knew it was only a matter of time, he should've seen this coming, but he didn't and it send a twinge of guilt in him, that Simon knew he had to lie to them, to keep Isabelle safe.

"What?" he asked, his voice carried a shocked tone he didn't fake,

"I told you he likely didn't know where she went," Jace looked to Alec casually; Alec didn't answer when Jace turned back to Simon.

Simon paced around when Jace spoke again,

"We were informed this morning by the Silent Brothers, her body had been removed from where it was being kept after the ceremony." Jace continued, Simon stopped and looked to Alec who went back looking out the window and then back at Jace.

"I thought Shadowhunters cremated their dead?"

Alec smirked, his mouth twitching at the sides, as he turned his head and spoke, he sounded very tired, with an underlay of annoyance in his tone.

"Usually, but mother and father requested something different for Isabelle, an older ceremony be performed, and the Silent Brothers complied."

Jace and Simon were silent, as Alec looked to them and then back out the window, when Simon gazed back at Jace his golden eyes held a sadness as he looked at Alec, a sadness of brothers who both felt the loss for their sister, although Simon knew Jace was trying to be the strong one, while Alec fell apart at the seams, Simon sighed to himself as he too knew how Alec felt, it hadn't even been twenty-four hours yet, that he learned Izzy was very much up and moving.

"So, someone stole her body?" Simon wanted to make sure he heard right, although he knew very well nobody had.

"Yes." Jace answered,

"What does that; exactly have to do with me?" Simon asked causally,

"Well…" Jace began, a hint of humor in his voice, "We…"

Alec shot him a cold glance,

"Okay, I figured since you and Isabelle, we're….close." his mouth twitched threatening into a mocking smile,

"Go on," Simon fought to grit his teeth; he was in no mood to be mocked by Jace about his on-off relationship with Isabelle.

Jace sighed, "I figured since you and Izzy were close friends," he added as an afterthought, "That you may know where she went."

Jace grinned, a laugh dancing in his eyes, as Simon looked between both of them and stopped,

"Me? How would I know where she went?"

"We were hoping you'd tell us, if you know that is." Jace said casually,

"Well I don't know," Simon protested, "Last time I saw Isabelle was when she died, that was it, I wasn't even allowed to her funeral or whatever it is you people call it when someone dies."

Simon saw Jace open his mouth to speak, when suddenly Simon felt his back being slammed into the small closet door by the entrance, as familiar features stood in front of him, masked by familiar black hair.

Alec's cold blue eyes bit deep into Simon's brown ones as his mouth barely moved, and Simon realized he was speaking behind gritted teeth.

"You weren't allowed to her ceremony vampire, because her relationship with you was forbidden to begin with, and I know what it feels like to meddle in the affairs of Downworlders, and never again will I, or will I let any of my remaining family get mixed up in their lives."

Simon looked into Alec's eyes, as he saw Jace poke his head out from behind Alec's shoulder,

"Alec, put dear Simon down, I don't want to be attacked by Clary later if she finds out you assaulted him in my presence."

Simon watched as Alec loosened his grip on his shirt and backed away, Simon stood up straight and glared at Alec but he wasn't paying attention as he paced around the room once again looking out the window.

Jace looked from his brother with a worried glance back to Simon,

"Sorry about that."

"No you're not." Simon snapped, as Jace laughed,

"Actually your right, I'm not sorry that was actually very funny."

"Dick." Simon spat, as he fixed his shirt collar, and Jace sighed, and continued,

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, but if you really want to get down to dicks I think we should—"

"Would you two shut up?" Alec shouted and turned to them, Jace and Simon both looked to Alec who seemed angry, or just unhappy, but Simon knew it was from grief, and he knew exactly why he was so irritable because of it, like before when their brother Max had been killed, he blamed himself for Isabelle's death.

Jace smirked and looked back to Simon, "Sorry, Daylighter, grandpa says we can't play together today, maybe next time."

Simon watched with a disgruntled look as Jace patted his shoulder, and walked toward the door followed by Alec who stayed silent, despite the grandpa comment.

Jace reached for the door when he stopped and turned back to Simon,

"Oh, by the way, have you seen Clary lately?"

Simon shook his head, "She told me yesterday when I went to see her that she was going to help with dresses and her mom's wedding planning after that no."

Alec turned back to Simon and raised an eyebrow, "Yesterday?"

"Yes?" Simon answered with an equal amount of suspicion in his voice as Alec had.

Jace pursed his lips and turned to Simon,

"Did you talk to her on the phone, or go see her at the Institute?"

Simon thought for a minute, and decided that if he wanted to be cleared of the Isabelle-body-snatcher suspect list he shouldn't tell them he saw Clary at the Institute.

"I talked to her on the phone, she called my cell to see how I was, and I haven't left the apartment in a few days." Simon lied, but knew it was the only way to get them off his back, so he could continue protecting Isabelle.

Alec and Jace looked at each other, and back at Simon,

"What? Don't tell me you forgot to tell me something else?"

Alec looked away again and opened the door to leave, when Jace put his hands in the pockets of his jacket and looked at Simon, his expression all business.

"Her body was estimated to have been taking yesterday, either morning or afternoon, the strange thing is nobody saw anything and it's hard to get passed the Silent Brothers without them noticing, so we are trying to figure out who took her and why, and since you don't know, which I didn't think you would anyways, but worth a shot I guess."

Simon listened as Jace turned to leave, and he stopped him.

"Wait, Jace."

Jace turned back around raising an eyebrow, "What? Miss me already?"

Simon ignored him and looked to him and Alec,

"You don't think Sebastian has something to do with it do you?"

Jace's eyebrows shot up, and Alec's expression grew grim and darkened.

"We considered it…" Alec whispered coolly,

"We more than considered it," Jace told him, softer then Alec had spoken, he turned back to Simon, and Simon stood watching him when he spoke again.

"Yes, we think that he might have something to do with it, we were covering the bases before that before we say for sure he had something to do with it, but yes we think he does, for certain now."

Jace turned away again, when Simon got a thought that he hadn't asked yet,

"Why did you think I'd have taken Isabelle?"

Alec stiffened as Jace turned back around, his eyes now hard and cold,

"Well, you're a vampire aren't you?"

"Yes?" Simon said confused, not following.

"We figured you might pull an undead dramatic love story and try to turn her too." Jace shrugged, as Simon opened his mouth to speak but closed it again, when he couldn't think of anything to say.

"We'll be in touch Simon, if you talk to Clary tell her I need to talk to her and soon." Jace called, as they moved out into the hall, and Simon listened as they left, and to be sure they were gone he looked out the door, before locking it back, and rushed to the window to see them crossing the street, before they disappeared entirely from sight in the crowds of the city.

Simon shook his head slowly and went back to the bar, suddenly tired and exhausted as he sat down and slumped against the counter top,

Did they actually think he would try to change her to a vampire? That was the last thing he wanted for Isabelle, he hadn't even considered it at all, and never wanted to.

Sure he knew if they had stayed together he'd had to let her go, someday…

Simon pushed the thought away, as he thought of the situation at hand; Isabelle had died once already he didn't want to think about her dying again.

"It's clear." He called, certain she'd hear him, after getting advanced hearing from coming back, he was sure she heard half the conversation too, which he was worried to hear what she had to say about it.

Right now, he was thinking on what had just happened, and more than ever, what Sebastian wanted with Isabelle, even if he hadn't stolen her body, Jace and Alec seemed almost sure that Sebastian was behind it, and he wondered why, did they know something nobody else did? If they did he was likely to be the last to know, if what Alec said about his thoughts on Downworlders was.

Simon rubbed his temples as he heard his bedroom door open, and out poked Isabelle, she still wore his t-shirt as she looked around.

"Are they gone? For sure?" she asked quietly,

"Yes." Simon nodded, looking over at her, as she walked over and looked around with a sigh and sat down next to him.

Simon looked at her, "You heard?"

"Most of it." She replied with a nod, they sat in silence for several long moments, neither sure on what to say to the other, and Simon wondered exactly how much she did hear of the conversation but was afraid to ask, he was afraid of what she had heard of his conversation with Alec and Jace.

Finally Isabelle broke the silence,

"What do you think they would do if they did know I was here?"

Simon looked over at her in disbelief, "You said yourself, they would likely turn you into the Clave, mainly just because it's what they'd feel you'd want."

Isabelle nodded, "I'm sure it's what they think I'd want, not that I'd been a big fan of the law to begin with, I think some of their laws are kind of silly…"

She paused, and Simon looked at her,

"Like dating a Downworlder?" he said, his voice cold and held a hint of bitterness, a bitterness Simon hadn't meant to be in his tone, Isabelle shot a look at him.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Simon backtracked setting up straight, "Izzy, I didn't mean it like that…"

"Simon." She put her hand up to stop him, and he paused looking at her as she held her face away from his, he swallowed hard waiting for her to continue, and she did.

"Once, not long ago when you first met me I was a bitch."

"Izzy you weren't a bitch…" Simon began but she cut him off again,

"Yes, yes I was, to you to everyone, because I was scared of caring for anyone other than my family, I bounced around, I used people because I never wanted to fall in love, I never thought I could if I shielded my heart, and I didn't Simon, I didn't fall for anyone, I didn't care."

Simon remained silent, as she spoke; he didn't want to interrupt her,

"I know I've told you this, so many times, but honestly I feel the more I talk about it, the less scary it is, but truth is that isn't the case, but anyways…I was a bitch to you Simon, when you first came to the Institute, you were so dorky I thought it was hilarious, I laughed at the thought of ever being with you, ever being like this now." She motioned to around her, and down at wearing his shirt.

"You weren't that bad." He whispered Isabelle turned to him her eyes sharp, expression sharper.

"I was. And yet, here you are."

Simon looked at her, confused, "I don't think I follow—"

Isabelle huffed out a sigh, "What I'm saying is, I'm grateful, even when I push you away you always come back, you're always there, even when I seem to not want you around at all."

Simon raised an eyebrow, unsure what to say, but even in his confusion he figured two simple words would be enough. "You're welcome?"

Isabelle laughed, "I've confused you haven't I?"

"Maybe just a little." He admitted and she laughed, and spoke again,

"Right, now on to what Jace and Alec had too say."

Simon felt his mouth go dry, this is the conversation he had come to dread in a few short minutes, but he knew he had to face it and now seemed the best time,

"What did you hear?"

"Well." She began, settling more comfortably on the stool, "I heard that the Silent Brother's discovered I had disappeared and they think Sebastian has something to do with it."

Simon saw as she said his name, not only had her tone turned to acid but her face held a hint of rage as the word formed into the demon boy's name and left her lips.

"I also heard why they thought you might have known where I went."

Izzy turned to look at Simon; he averted his eyes away not wanting to meet her gaze, when he felt her hands touch his face as she forced him to look at her.

"Simon," she told him quietly, looking into his eyes, Simon tried to jerk away, he didn't want to hear what she had to say, he figured the worst, but as he moved away from her, pulling himself free of her touch her next words came as a surprise.

"Simon, I know why they thought I'd be here, and the truth is I don't want to be a vampire."

Simon turned back to her, she still sat on the stool this time facing him, her hands rested now in her lap, and her eyes held a sense of hurt, and he guessed it was from him moving away from her.

"You don't?"

She shook her head slowly, "No, I thought about it, but I realized how painful it may be, not being able to do what I do, I love being what I am, what I was, if I became a vampire, all that would be taken away, and I didn't think I'd be able to handle that."

Simon took in her words and looked away, Isabelle hopped off the stool and went over to him,

"Simon. Look at me."

Simon hesitated but turned to look at her, she was pale in the daylight, but not as pale as she were the night before, her eyes although incredibly dark were as bright and beautiful as he had ever seen them.

"Yes, Izzy?" he said quietly, she searched his face, and finding whatever she needed she said,

"I know this may hurt you Simon, but I believe you should hear it, but you do realize I should still be gone, don't you?"

Taken aback, Simon stepped away from her wide eyed.

"Izzy! You can't say that." He told her wide eyed, stepping forward capturing her wrists in his hands, she put her hands flat on his chest and looked up at him.

"It's true Simon, I shouldn't be back, I shouldn't be alive, I died fair and square, and it isn't fair for me to have returned when…" she choked on the words, and Simon couldn't help it anymore, with her in his arms he leaned down stopping her words with a quick kiss.

It wasn't as passionate as some of their kisses had been in the past, but it was sweet and airy and still left Simon's head spinning when he pulled away.

"No." Simon told her, resting his forehead against hers, "You will not say what I know you were about to say, you can't keep beating yourself up over Max."

Isabelle didn't answer just bit her lip and looked away from him, "It really isn't fair, he is still dead and I was and…now I'm not, when I should be."

Simon looked at her, when she turned back to him and looked at him; he slowly released her arms from under his fingers and stepped back once.

"So if you had the choice…you'd."

He paused, unable to fully form the question; Isabelle closed her eyes and looked away,

"I don't know what I'd do." She answered quietly seeming to read his mind, "If I had the choice, if I do after we find out how this rune brought me back, if I can stay or if I have to go again if its power is gone from me, I don't know what I'd choose."

Simon couldn't believe what he was hearing; would she really choose death over a second life? Would she leave him again just out of guilt of the death of her little brother?

"Isabelle…you can't be serious, you would die again just because Max couldn't come back?" Simon asked in disbelief,

She looked up at him, and narrowed her eyes, "I should be dead Simon! I should've stayed dead."

"You didn't die fair and square like you think Izzy! You were murdered, by Sebastian!"

"I was killed in battle, like numerous before me!" she snapped,

"How does that make it any better?" he asked his tone quieter as he walked back toward the counter top that held the bottle of blood he had been drinking on before.

Isabelle paused, her mouth forming words, but she closed her mouth again and turned away from him, looking out the window just as her brother had not only moments ago.

Simon shook his head as he picked up the bottle and finished it off before tossing it in the trash, when Isabelle turned back to him; her eyes were tired now, as if she hadn't slept in years.

"I'm sorry, but Simon it's how I was raised to think, dying in battle is an honor." She told him, as she stepped over to him, he looked down at her, and laughed lightly.

"So it's your Shadowhunter training."

"My Shadowhunter training what?" she demanded, her eyes hard.

"That thinks you should be taken from me again, Isabelle, I can't let you go a second time, the first time nearly killed me!" he shouted moving away from her, as his anger exploded.

Isabelle watched him, her eyes wide as she stayed silent,

Simon turned back to her, "You didn't see the look on your brother's face when he was just in here, you didn't see him, and he was in pain Isabelle, pain because he thinks you're gone."

He saw her flinch, and felt a strange twinge of satisfaction and continued, "And Jace, although he can be annoying and arrogant and a complete dick, you can tell he's worried about Alec, and they all miss you…you weren't here the two weeks that we spent without you, I didn't see them rarely if ever but Clary, I talked to her, and she was the same way, it was like a part of us was gone Isabelle, a part of all of us."

Simon stopped and lowered his arms, and looked over at her.

Izzy stood perfectly still watching him, her eyes sparked with an emotion Simon knew well; it was the love of family.

Simon knew Isabelle didn't believe in love, not the kind that he and her shared, but she did believe in the love of family, and her family he knew, and he included himself in the family unit they shared even if nobody else did, they all missed her.

Simon stood still and silent, locking eyes with Isabelle for several moments, it was so quiet the steady beat of her heart beat in his head, the strong rhythm of a warrior's heart, and the certain fierceness of the beat that he only could associate with Isabelle.

After several minutes of silence, Isabelle looked away from Simon and spoke again,

"I know." She whispered, so soft he was surprised he heard her, "I know how it feels to lose people you love, but it's how it is."

She looked up at Simon, her eyes and expression now blank, and she continued.

"You know, how just minutes ago I asked why we couldn't have more happy moments like we did in those photos you kept?"

Simon, worrying about his voice betraying him with a bitter tone only nodded, Isabelle sucked in a breath and continued.

"It's like that, you told me people like us, Shadowhunters, vampires, and warlocks, we don't get normal lives, it isn't fair, I don't think it is but you said it's life, and life isn't fair, it's just like that Simon, just like that, how I was raised, how things are run isn't fair, but it's how it is, how our lives are, and I firmly believe whatever this is." She paused and Simon saw her look down and point to her shoulder, where the rune they had to find more about was etched into her skin, like a permanent glitter tattoo. "This is not a rune meant to be put on anyone, not even me, it doesn't matter how much we hurt, and we have to find ways to move on."

Simon remained quiet when she finished speaking, he wasn't sure what to say, he felt like he had been slapped in the face and that his heart had been pulled out and stepped on, twice.

Isabelle wasn't happy she had come back from the dead, he knew that, but now he was learning her instinct told her to loathe the fact she had come back to life, when other fallen comrades weren't as fortunate, Simon realized the thought of this ate away at Isabelle's conscious.

Sighing, Simon stood shifting his weight before he looked back at Isabelle, who was running a hand through her long dark hair.

Simon knew what she said was true, she shouldn't have come back, it was unnatural, as unnatural as how he was still standing there, how he had come back, it wasn't right either, it should've have happened but it did, but whereas Simon knew there was no going back, Isabelle may have a chance, they could set things right if it was what she wished, Simon knew he didn't have a chance, not for him and Isabelle to live happily ever after like those fairy tales, he knew it could never be, he was immortal and she was mortal, even if she had come back he was nearly certain her mortality hadn't changed.

He knew eventually she would be taken from him and there was nothing that would bring her back, Simon drew in a breath, thinking on the painful thoughts that had always swirled his mind, but he never thought there would be a time where he'd actually have to think on them, and he was coming to realize that this was the time, and the place, and the now where these thoughts all the same clouded his mind, she didn't want to be a vampire that was clear, and he didn't want her to be either, and it was clear to him as well that whatever was keeping her there now, she wanted gone as well.

The final thought shocked Simon as he realized it; it hit him like a subway, like a cargo truck on the freeway.

Isabelle wanted to die again; she wanted to set things right by putting herself back in the grave where she thought she belonged.

Simon knew there would be no easy way to convince her she didn't belong there, she belonged there with him, whatever second chance gave them, he wanted to take it, he didn't want to waste it, and he wanted to spend every moment he could with her, before she found a way to be ripped from his life again.

In four long strides, without thinking Simon closed the space between him and Isabelle.

Izzy squeaked in surprise and looked up at him, her brown eyes wide and confused, her heart racing like speed boat on the harbor.

"Simon what are you—"

She never got to finish, before Simon could hear the end of her sentence his lips were crashing into hers, the soft texture he loved, the heat from her filled his senses, the night before in the alley she had kissed him, to prove she was actually there and breathing, when Simon didn't want to believe it, but now Simon knew he was kissing her, to keep this moment in his memory for when she was truly gone, he wanted to spend all he could in moments like this.

Isabelle kissed back, after the surprise faded from her posture, and she deepened it, pushing Simon into the bar, the edge of the counter top biting into the skin of his back, as her hands tangled in his dark brown hair, and his hands rested casually on her hips, holding her to him.

Her heart picked up rate, as the sweet scent of her filled his nose, and he knew even with her blood smelling so sweet and perfect beneath her pale skin, he was grateful he had just had some blood not long before, for he didn't want to pause kissing the perfect angel in front of him if his fangs had decided to show themselves.

Without breaking the kiss Simon moved forward, almost tripping as he pushed himself and Isabelle backwards toward the futon couch, his hands now in her long hair as she groaned out once before pulling away breathless and looking from him sideways toward the back of the futon they were up against and grinned.

"Easy there tiger, I don't think we need to go any further, at least not yet." She laughed her voice shaky still as she ran her hands down Simon's chest.

Simon sighed happily, and looked down at her, he wasn't sure what it was about her touch that made him feel alive again, but he liked how it made him feel even if it was only a feeling he could get once in awhile.

"Maybe your right." He told her, he too sounding slightly breathless, as she grinned at him.

"Of course I'm right, aren't I always right?" she winked, as she moved passed him, when he leaned in to kiss her again, but missed and almost tumbled over the back of the futon onto the cushions of the couch itself.

Isabelle laughed as she walked back into the kitchen part of the apartment, and Simon turned around to face her, he too trying not to laugh as he stood up and crossed his arms doing his best pout he could muster.

"That's not fair."

Isabelle cocked an eyebrow, "What isn't fair?"

"You know exactly what I mean, young lady." He said, doing his best to imitate a Southern drawl.

Isabelle laughed again and looked at him from where she stood at the bar, "Well, maybe you should ask the lady if she wishes to be kissed before you do, like a nice gentleman." She grinned, the gesture lighting up her eyes.

Simon snorted as he stood up straight and walked over to the bar, "Me a gentleman? No way."

Isabelle chuckled again and watched Simon settle on one of the bar stools before she opened the fridge and smirked, turning to him.

Simon looked at her innocently, "What?"

"I thought Clary was just exaggerating, but it seems she wasn't you have nothing in here but…nothing." Isabelle motioned and Simon gazed into the bare refrigerator and then back at Isabelle who closed it.

"Well, maybe we should go to the store then?"

Izzy crossed her arms and looked at him with a hard look, "Ya think?"

Simon laughed as he stood up, "Store it is then."

He walked over to the door when Isabelle stopped him,

"Um…Simon?"

"Yes?" he turned back toward her to see her standing a few feet from him, away from the bar and gazed down at herself.

Simon looked over and followed what she was motioning too,

His old gray t-shirt only reached to the tops of her knees, and where Isabelle was tall, her legs were long slender and pale, legs that would make a supermodel cry.

"Simon." Isabelle snapped her fingers, and he snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her,

"There we go." She smirked, as he blinked, "My face is up here, Simon not on the floor."

Simon half smiled as he looked at her to hide that he was embarrassed at the thought that she knew he was staring.

"Maybe…you should change?" he suggested, Isabelle smirked causing him to chuckle once.

"Wow, guess who got the smart award for today? The one and only Simon Lewis." she said sarcastically clapping as she walked

toward his room, to change.

"Thank you, thank you!" Simon laughed while grinning and taking his bows, Isabelle rolled her eyes just

as a sound stopped them both in their tracks.

Isabelle froze nearly toward Simon's room and Simon standing at the end of the bar, nearest the door as

the knock sounded off echoing in the silence that followed it.

Simon and Isabelle locked eyes as Isabelle ran quickly back into Simon's room, and he went toward the

door slowly and what he saw on the other side of the peep hole was a shock, and someone he

hadn't expected to see ever sense he had left without a word weeks ago, standing there waiting

for Simon to open the door to the apartment he stayed in was none other than, the High Warlock of Brooklyn himself,

Magnus Bane.

sooo...things are beginning to get more interesting and finally, one of my favorite characters makes an apperance! Magnus has to be one of my all time favorite characters from TMI and TID so the next chaper will be fun and informative as far as the rune goes, as i stated before, next chaper will defaintly be posted on Thursday or the weekend as soon as i get it done. so keep look out for it, thanks for reading and enjoying the story! i'm having a lot of fun writing it and also, sorry for the cliff hanger haha :)

Review, favorite, PM, etc, let me know your reading and what may want to see in upcoming chapters. :) i'm opened for all kinds of ideas. :D

P.S. hope the part with Jace and Alec wasn't terrible, i wasn't to crazy how it turned out but i knew that they were bound to find out Isabelle wasn't where she was supposed to be so i hope that part was ok...