here is ch. 14, chapter 15 will be up soon, i hope this one came out okay i think it could've been better but i thnk it's decent, let me know what you think :) review, etc, thanks for reading!

as alwasy TMI and characters belong to Cassandra Clare the poem belongs to his/her name at bottom of it.

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm.
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

'The Sick Rose'

by

William Blake

Simon splashed his face with cool water in the sink of the men's bathroom before he gazed up in the mirror above him.

Staring back at him was a used to be average brown eyed boy, who now seemed to possess flawless skin and a shock of shiny natural highlighted dark hair, whereas before it was just an average dark brown, his eyes were now a lot darker than he'd remembered but after all, Simon wasn't the type to stare at himself in the mirror, he never found himself very attractive, then or now even after becoming a vampire.

He sighed and turned away from his reflection, running a hand through his hair as he thought of the now gone Mark from his forehead and wondered what would happen if any of the vampires out to get him found out it was gone.

They'd surely come after me, and kill me, slowly and painfully… he thought to himself, and shook his head to clear the thought away he didn't want to begin to think about it, he didn't want to think about anything dealing with the Downworlder politics that was in fact the last thing he wanted to think on.

Simon paced around in front of the sink he stood at; the bathroom was empty besides him and eerily quiet, but perfect enough for Simon to clear his thoughts.

Taking a deep breath Simon closed his eyes and leaned against the sink behind him, the faint cool of the porcelain he could faintly feel through his clothes and only faint because otherwise he could feel no cold or heat.

Exhaling the breath he took, Simon rethought on everything that had just happened before he had left the table, and all that had happened before that, all that happened between him and Isabelle.

It confused him how, Isabelle, beautiful perfect Isabelle could be so perfect one moment and then completely not the next, he wondered what caused it other than fear, Simon knew she feared he would break her heart, but truthfully he wondered more on if she would actually break his.

Simon turned back around and gazed in the mirror again, at the plainness he saw, his mind reeled, what did Isabelle see in him anyways? Why would someone as perfect as her want someone like him? He was a nothing, just a vampire struggling to come to terms with the changes in his life, changes he still didn't quite understand.

Simon looked in the mirror, forcing a smile, that made his teeth look to large in the glass before him, and he frowned.

"Why would she want someone like you? When she could have anyone else?" he whispered aloud, and lifted his hand slowly to touch the mirror, touch his reflection before he turned away sighing again, it was true, Isabelle could have anyone she wanted, but she picked him, Simon couldn't help but to wonder why or if she even had picked him, like most of his wayward thoughts he wondered, did Isabelle pick anyone really? Or was this how she treated the previous guys she had been with?

Everything in him, and from everything she had told him he automatically said no, but Simon couldn't help to wonder if she just told him any of that to make him feel better, to make him feel more like he truly was the only one for her, and try as he might he couldn't shake the feeling that somehow deep down, maybe he wasn't the one for Isabelle.

Simon looked back in the mirror, his hands resting on the cool of the porcelain sink, his eyes were now sad as he considered maybe he wasn't the one she wanted, maybe he was just another toy among her collection.

A part of Simon wanted him to break it off, wanted him to believe that after everything that had happened even after her confession of love to him the night she died in his arms and even after the kiss in the alley, her reassurance that he was the one she loved, that it was all untrue, but then the other softer part of Simon believed it, and wanted to keep trying, keep fighting for her because deep down he knew somewhere it had to be true, Isabelle had to be true.

As he fought with the two sides of thinking within himself, Simon remembered something his family had told him, back before his father had died.

Remember, Simon, even the beautiful can be broken, nothing is perfect, but if you hang in long enough even the beautifully broken can be mended with love, care and time.

Simon closed his eyes as he recalled the words from somewhere in his memory and opening his eyes again slowly to meet his own gaze staring back at him in the mirror, his eyes the color of silky dark chocolate.

Simon stood up straight and after remembering the words his family lived by spoken back to him in his mind he felt stronger, more confident that maybe things were tough between him and Isabelle, and maybe sometimes he got angry and wanted to walk away, and even if they fought and even if things seemed impossible, he knew he would do all in his power to stay by her side, because not only did he need her, right now he knew she needed him, in the most time of need and he would be there for her even if sometimes she tried to push him away, he would do what he could to push back, he wouldn't let her drive him from her, and he wouldn't drive her from himself either.

Nodding sharply to himself as he looked in the mirror once last time, Simon stood up straight and fixed his hoodie jacket, feeling more strong now and ready to face Isabelle through the doors, Simon took a few steps, and right before he pushed the door opened he stopped right when he heard a blood curdling scream, Simon froze his blood turning to ice in his veins, as without a second thought he flung the door opened and rushed out,

Simon stood in the doorway to the restrooms and looked around himself frantically as chaos had begun to erupt in the dining area of the restaurant.

People jumped up from their tables and ran around screaming, trying to find an exit, as Simon noticed blood had splattered the far wall next to him, bright right as it slowly dripped down the wall, the scent made Simon dizzy as he tried to focus on what had happened in the few short minutes he had left the dining area of the restaurant, and the few seconds it took for him to return from the restroom.

Simon rushed forward, by a knocked out body, or maybe a dead one it was too hard to tell, and he gazed around to see if he could find any sign of Isabelle or Magnus.

Looking around, Simon heard a low hiss, and turned to see a demon, large and the color of dark murky water with glowing yellow eyes, watching him, it's jagged teeth stuck out in all directions as it held its mouth opened its forked tongue slithered out like a live snake, as Simon stood eyes wide gazing at it, he'd never seen a demon look like that, and he sure hadn't expected to see it there, more people screamed nearby and Simon fought the urge to cover his ears as the demon prepared itself to jump at him, he prepared himself to dive aside, when he heard his name being called,

"Simon!"

Unsure where it came from Simon turned his head to see Isabelle, sometime in the melee she had taken off her delicate blue shirt to reveal under it was her Shadowhunter gear, the hole in her gear right below her heart flashed as white pale skin peeked from underneath, smooth and delicate as a white rose in spring.

Simon looked at her as the demon in front of him gurgled and growled, her eyes wide, her face held a hint of nothing but in the moment of battle, her mouth set in a casual line.

"Catch!" she shouted to him, over the wave of screaming people and the shrieks and howls of demons, Simon looked up as he saw a regular knife heading right for him, he reached to catch it, as it flew toward him, but missing it by inches, Simon dove for it, right as the demon jumped.

Simon's legs went out from under him as he dove to catch the knife Isabelle threw toward him, he felt a sharp pain as he was tugged in the opposite direction than that of the knife that skidded against the ground as it hit the baseboard at the corner of the room and landed near a tipped over chair streaked red.

Simon looked up, as he realized the demon held his leg in its mouth, its jagged teeth biting deep into his flesh, making him cry out, as it began to shake him like a dog with a rag toy.

He cursed under his breath as he fought to find something to hit it with, but with no luck and no luck seeing Isabelle or Magnus close by, Simon resorted in hitting the demon in the face with the side of his fist.

It roared as Simon packed several strong punches before he began to grow dizzy, likely from whatever venom the demon had injected in him from its bite.

Growing weaker, Simon began to see double, as the demon snarled and growled, and suddenly with a sloppy sounding whoosh, like metal hitting flesh, the demon howled in pain and Simon fell to the floor, on his side, hard.

Crying out and wincing in pain Simon rolled over and finally saw Magnus, one hand adorned in blue warlock fire, while the other held a bloody black handled knife, his back was to Simon, and Simon even through blurry fuzzy vision realized the bottom of Magnus's jacket and jeans he wore were caked with red and black goop, Simon knew immediately what it was, and it made his head spin.

Simon fought to stand up, by using a nearby chair, his ribs protested as his knees shook, his bit leg burning with a fire Simon hadn't ever felt, not even when he had broken his arms years ago.

Hearing the shriek of the demons around him and the screams of humans, made Simon's head spin worse and throb in pain, as he fought to cover his ears and fell over in the process.

Simon closed his eyes and could only think of Isabelle,

Where was she?

Opening his eyes again to try and locate her, Simon felt something at his foot, and moved his head to see the demon that had him in its mouth, the one Magnus had sliced at wasn't dead, and it was trying to get its teeth back on Simon's leg.

Fighting to roll over, Simon felt his bit leg go stiff and throb when he tried to move it, making him wince as he began to drag himself away from the demon, which followed, moving slowly but faster than Simon was.

Finally, realizing neither Isabelle nor Magnus was coming to his aid, and knowing if he didn't stand up the demon would get him, Simon, despite his protesting ribs and his leg, as stiff and burning as it was, or his fogged head, Simon stood up, and hopped toward where the knife had skidded before, a quarter way there, Simon felt his knees buckle and he fell once more, crying out as he landed on the hurt leg.

Knowing the demon was right on his tail, Simon stood up again, forcing his leg to work right despite the pain he felt, as the demon snarled and hurled itself at him again, Simon thinking quickly grabbed the chair closest to him and held it up as a shield as the demon flung itself on him.

Simon fell backwards, only a average size wooden chair between him and the demon's large crooked rotting teeth, it's breath came out as the stench of death and decay came with it, making Simon's head spin worse, when finally fighting with all strength he had left, Simon reached over, and stretched for the knife, careful to use his uninjured leg and one arm to balance the chair, he felt himself stretch but he couldn't quite reach, looking back toward the demon, Simon pushed back on the chair, hitting the demon on its hurt side making it cry out in pain, distracting the demon where it had stopped fighting against him, for that one second was all he needed,

Simon's hand gripped the slimy handle of the knife, his hand turning red with the blood that was smeared on it, and pushed the chair away right as the demon came down toward him again, and Simon drove the knife deep into its chest, it howled and screeched in pain, as Simon felt it begin closing in on itself and disappear from above him, but not before the black oozing liquid of demon blood spilled down onto his jacket.

Breathing heavy, and still holding the knife, Simon sat up making his head spin as he looked around, Isabelle and Magnus were back to back, two demons in the form of men wearing business suits stood on Magnus's side, one on Isabelle's as Simon looked where one laid beneath them, several forks protruding from his chest.

"You belong to us, little girl." The one in front of Isabelle, the first one that had been seen hissed, his reptilian tongue slid across his bottom lip, tasting some human blood that was slashed across his chin.

His gray suit was tattered on the ends of his cuffs and his pants, one pant leg ripped all the way up almost to his thigh, showing blackish green scales beneath, as shiny black talons stuck out from his used to be perfect shiny shoes.

"I belong to nobody." Isabelle spat back at the demon, Simon through his fuzzy vision saw her long dark hair was taken down, and was matted toward the top with blood, although he couldn't tell if it were hers or a demons, she had a cut over her eyebrow, and her gear were stained both with red and black liquid.

The demon laughed a horrible chuckle as he wiggled one clawed finger and the two on Magnus's side, moved forward.

The one in the pinstripe suit, had red scales and curling horns atop his head, his teeth were rotted yellow, his tongue bright red with blood of someone he had bitten when the battle first began, the other in the black suit, had gleaming blue-gray scales, and large orange eyes, they both laughed as they moved toward Magnus on black-green demon's command and Simon couldn't help but to wonder if he was somehow their master, both had tattered suits, and both covered with blood, their own and those of the mundanes, some had escaped while others weren't so fortunate.

Simon, seeing how Magnus and Isabelle were seemingly outnumbered forced himself to stand up as the two demons moved in to attack Magnus, Simon winced in pain of his injuries and almost collapsed from the fog in his head, but someway somehow he found strength and sprinted forward slamming head on into the blue demon about to slash at Magnus from the side as he focused on the red demon.

Magnus turned startled as Simon and the blue demon rolled several times on the floor, until the demon was over Simon and he hit his head hard on the floor, making colored spots cloud his vision, the demon let out a spine chilling howl of laughter as he began to slash at Simon's chest.

Simon cried out and threw his arms up to protect himself, as he gripped the knife in one hand, and japed at the laughing demon in the stomach, it yelped in sudden pain and recoiled off of Simon, as he fought slowly to set up, and look around, that's when he saw it.

Magnus was in deep battle with the red demon, which it seemed they were engaged in one-on-one hand to hand combat, but Simon noticed, as Isabelle circled with the black-green demon, it spoke to her, Simon barely able to make out the words fought to stay conscious.

"You do belong to us, Nephilim, you are no longer like your brothers and sisters." His yellow-green eyes gleamed,

"I am of what I was," Isabelle replied, her eyes never leaving the demon's face, as Simon saw the blue demon looking down at the wound in its abdomen and then snarling at him, eyes wide with rage.

Simon focused back on the demon near Isabelle as it spoke, its voice clear as if it were a human trapped in a scaled body, but it dripped of evil with each word.

It laughed again, "Is that what you believe? You are now part of the Zaiphien, no longer little precious Nephilim." He chuckled, as Isabelle's eyes shone, not lowering either of her knives, her eyes went cold.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She snapped bitterly, "I don't listen to demons, all liars."

The demon rose what would be a brow, "Are we now? And I suppose your perfect alliance with the angels is better…"

Isabelle didn't have an answer as she stood still, as did the demon,

"Believe what you not," he said calmly, with a deep throaty chuckle that rocked his form, "But you bear the Mark, the Mark only one other has ever borne, and the Master of Demons will find you, he wants you for a special purpose because none other has ever been created such as thee. You are only the fourth Zaiphien ever known."

He laughed a horrible laugh, and it seemed to shake all around Simon.

Isabelle gazed at the demon, "What is Zaiphien?"

The yellow-green of his eyes shone as he opened his mouth to speak, but instead hissed as he looked down a knife stuck out of his chest, black blood dripped down around the wound as both Simon and Isabelle turned to see, as Magnus, a busted lip and a deadly look in his eyes, Simon then realized he had thrown the knife, after subduing the red demon that now lay on the floor black blood all over its form, Simon slowly turned back to the black-green demon, his eye darkening to a sickly yellow stood, Magnus watched, his eyes shone bright and gleamed as the demon hissed at him, the red one already disappearing in smoke, as the blue one Simon fought watched he too beginning to disappear in pale gray smoke seemed to smirk at them.

"This isn't over, warlock." The black-green demon shouted,

"No." Magnus replied, his voice low, "It isn't over, but next time we meet it will be."

Simon felt himself wobble as black started closing around him, as he heard the demon chuckle and say,

"We will see, we will see."

Before they had disappeared completely,

Isabelle watched as the demons' disappeared and turned to Magnus her eyes wide with anger.

"What was that? I was trying to find out what it was talking about!"

Magnus smirked as he touched a finger to his lip and cursed when it came back red,

"Never trust a demon Isabelle, you should know that, what have you been taught?" he told her as he walked over to Simon who fell back against the floor, the dark closing in around him.

"I've been taught not to, but I've never heard that word it spoke, Zaiphien what does that mean?" Isabelle asked, rushing to Magnus and Simon, as Magnus inspected his leg and hissed a curse word under his breath,

"I don't know I've not heard that word before."

Isabelle smirked, "I don't believe you."

Magnus looked up at her, they were both covered with blood, grime and smelt of death.

"Oh yeah? Well you wouldn't like it if I told you, so just leave it at that."

"I want to know." She insisted,

"Why?" Magnus stared at her, "What he said isn't true, it's impossible and you certainly aren't one, so it doesn't matter."

"What is one?" she asked again, as she looked down at Simon, her eyes worried.

"He has poison in his system; we need to get him out of here the police will likely show up any minute."

Isabelle glanced around, luckily all the demon bodies were gone as was the blood, but the few mundanes that had been killed bodies littered the floor, and Isabelle knew the police would likely file it as a shoot out or some form of crime other than what it was really, Isabelle saw the body of a young woman near her, a pool of blood beneath her body and turned away closing her eyes, she hated seeing death more than anything else, and here lately the scent and sight of blood seemed to make Isabelle excited and another feeling she would never admit to herself.

Hunger. She often wondered now if what she felt was the same Simon and other vampires and blood drinkers felt when they saw or smelt it.

She fought the feeling and swallowed hard, as she opened her eyes to Magnus picking up Simon who was halfway unconscious, and headed for the door, Isabelle rushed over to some rubble and moved it, as Magnus stood at a back door leading out into the back parking lot near an alley,

"Hurry up!" Magnus told her, his eyes shining, as she found their shopping bags much to her surprise they were covered with grime and had pieces of splintered wood all over them, and one bag's side was streaked with blood, but she figured being piled underneath a thrown table had protected the majority of the items inside.

"I had to get this; we don't need any link to us when the police arrive." She hissed, as she rushed to his side to see him grabbing a handful of fortune cookies and stuffing them in his pocket.

Isabelle smirked, and Magnus looked at her, still cradling a half wake half sleep Simon in his arms.

"What? We didn't get to enjoy our cookies and the place is ruined, might as well take some, after all the basket of them seems the only thing untouched." He chuckled as they went out the door,

"Yeah." Isabelle began sarcastically as she looked around, "Who knew demons hated cookies."

"Fortune cookies to be exact, I guess they don't like knowing of their futures." Magnus chuckled, as he carried Simon,

Isabelle smirked again, "Probably because they know they don't have futures, if they run into us."

She looked to Magnus, who shrugged and looked around the corner of the alley they stood in, it had stopped raining but the ground was damp and black, as Magnus could see the reflection of himself and Isabelle close behind him, in the wet pavement,

Carefully Magnus and Isabelle looked around before crossing the street into another alley, the sirens of police cars and other emergency personnel rang loudly in their ears as they made their escape. Even with though the rain had stopped, the ground in many places was slick and dark with shallow puddles of water from the drizzly rain not long before, the air held a certain chill, which was exactly accurate for a cool autumn day in October.

About a block and a half away, although still able to hear the wail of the sirens all around, Magnus finally stopped and sat Simon down on the dark damp ground.

"You can't set him there, he'll get cold." She protested as Magnus bend over Simon who was still fighting consciousness.

Magnus smirked mainly to himself and spoke, "He's a vampire Isabelle, and he can't feel the cold like we can."

Isabelle stopped with a sigh and sat down the few bags they had had from the mall and went to Simon and Magnus's side, she looked over him, seeing that he was still barely awake holding onto every ounce of consciousness he had left in him, as his vision blurred when he tried to focus on Isabelle's face.

"Will he be alright?" she asked her voice concerned as Magnus ripped opened his jeans to expose his leg and Isabelle gasped and Magnus's eyes went dark.

Simon wanted to ask what it was they saw but was too weak to form the words so instead he listened,

"He has some damage to his ribs and back, and he was bit by the Raxzzle demon, I have to get the venom to stop flowing in his blood stream…"

"What happens if we can't?" Isabelle's voice was pained with worry,

"Oh I can." Magnus replied, but even his voice held a hint of being unsure, "But it will be painful,"

"Then just do it." Isabelle told him not looking at him, but focusing on Simon.

Magnus looked to her and nodded, as he took a long deep breath and looked then to Simon,

"Simon if you can hear me, you're about to feel some pain, a lot of pain, but it'll be over before you know it, but we have to stop the poison before it kills you."

Simon tried to nod, but found he couldn't move his head, he was completely paralyzed, he sat still as he saw reflections of the blue flames in Isabelle's dark eyes as she watched Magnus and then turned her eyes to Simon, he could barely make them out in the thick haze of fog in front of his vision but he knew from the faint look in her eyes she was worried about him, as she looked away, and the pain started, Simon fought the urge to scream out, but also realized his mouth wouldn't obey his commands, he was like an empty unmoving shell, there but not entirely there at all.

The pain was excruciating as he felt the fire lick up and down his leg, and within his leg like the red hot coals of a bonfire.

Isabelle closed her eyes and looked away, swallowing hard.

"While…while you're doing that," she began, talking to Magnus, who worked on healing Simon, "Can you tell me what you know about what the demon said?"

Magnus didn't look at her, but set his mouth in a hard line, his eyes grim.

"You won't like what it is said to be."

"Please, I want to know." She pleaded eyes still closed, as the pain in Simon began to numb, he felt his eyes closing and finally he heard Magnus let out a rough sigh, and looked at her as the blue flames coming from his fingertips locked around Simon's leg, forcing the venom of the demon that bit him out of the wounds there.

Isabelle opened her eyes and looked at Magnus, but Magnus held his gaze on her face that pleaded to know what knowledge he had of what the demon they had just encountered spoke of, he knew every part of her screamed with wanting to know, but the truth was Magnus didn't have to heart to tell the young Lightwood what he knew, because he knew it would shatter everything she knew as a Shadowhunter.

Magnus looked away as he gazed down at Simon's leg that glowed with a pale blue flame, the demon poison seeping out of him like a thick black river, running down his leg.

"Magnus?" she asked him, her eyes on Simon who felt the black of his vision closing in on him,

"I can't tell you Isabelle," he shook his head, focusing on Simon, I'm sorry."

Isabelle's eyes narrowed, her gaze going cold, "Why can't you?"

Magnus looked at her; his eyes echoed the same cold hers did, "Why? Because I don't think it means anything, demons don't tell the truth, you of everyone, should know that best."

Isabelle watched him and sighed swallowing hard and looking down at Simon, she took his hand in hers, and spoke again to Magnus.

"After we meet your source about this rune, will you tell me then?"

Magnus considered it and glanced at her, "If it somehow seems significant to the rune, I will tell you otherwise I don't see a point in chasing fairytales demons speak of."

Isabelle didn't answer just remained silent as she gripped Simon's hand, Simon looked up at her through blurry eyes, as he focused on her face, her dark hair fell around her, before Simon's minds eyes, ran the image of Isabelle on his lap, covered with blood as she took her last breaths, and he wondered, was he dying this time? Were they always destined to be apart? She had returned was it because of that that it now seemed he had to be taken away, since there was no possible way he could return again?

Simon didn't want to think on it, as the last words he heard spoken was Magnus murmuring something in a language he didn't recognize and Isabelle, whispering to him,

"Don't you dare die on me Simon."

Her voice was cool and firm, holding hints of pain and worry, and he wondered what injuries she may have had that he couldn't see from the haze before his vision, he wanted to reach up and stroke her face and tell her not to worry, and ask her if she was hurt, but his hand wouldn't obey what he wished for it to do, it lay by his side, limp and numb, he couldn't even more his fingers.

He barely felt Isabelle place her one hand on his chest, he could barely make out the red of blood on her hand as she let out a cry,

"Magnus, his chest has been raked down by claws."

Magnus let out a exasperated sigh, as Simon fought to focus on words and figures before him, Isabelle turned back to him, her eyes wide again, as she gazed down at him,

"Simon, if you can hear me, hold on, please hold on...don't die on me!"

He wanted to tell her he was already dead, but other than not being able to make his mouth form the words, Simon fell back against the wet pavement holding onto the last bit of consciousness he had, he wanted to let Isabelle know he was okay, if he could help it he would fight for his life to stay with her, by her side he knew she needed him now most of all, and he knew because of that he had to fight, but his will power began to falter as the burning sensation began to ease letting numbness take its place it spread through him making him unable to feel anything around him, he blinked a few times keeping his eyes barely opened he focused on Isabelle's face as her pale skin and dark eyes began to fade, he fought to stay awake, not wanting to lose the image of Isabelle above him, he wanted to take her in his arms and tell her it was okay, he was there and he wouldn't be going anywhere, he wanted to tell her he would give up his immortality, his undead life to keep her there, and to keep her safe, but finally not able to fight the black closing in around his vision any longer, his strength began to be pulled away from him suddenly making him tired, unable to keep his eyes opened any longer, Simon focused on Isabelle's faint sad smile on her lips, her eyes sad and worried, and he noticed faintly through the haze a cut on her forehead, he wanted to reach up and touch it, but knowing he couldn't he stayed very still finally giving in and letting the black of unconsciousness take him.

soooo...i thought maybe this chapter could've been better, but i think it came out decent, the demon battle scene was kinda...iffy to me, i'm not sure i'm so good at writing action shrug, i think may have came off to weak, and oh the Zaiphen is partway something i came up with and partly something i did research on, but it's confusing, i kinda just took two things and mixed it together lol don't worry we'll find out what it is in Chatper 17 so not long to wait until we know what the demon meant and why he thinks Isabelle is one...also in next chapter Magnus reveals something he found while researching the rune that he didn't want Isabelle to know about, it'll deepen the plot it's a big plot point so i can't wait to reveal what he found out i think it'll be good! :D

Anyways, if you liked this chapter, or didn't let me know, or if there is anything in future action scenes that you may want to see because there will be more, fights, battles, etc involving demons, vampires, maybe a werewolf or two...and of course the Shadowhunters, sooo be ready for that...more action, romance, some drama, and comedy relief all upcoming in the next chapters. :)

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