here is chapter 15 :D i think it came out alright i guess, i hope readers aren't starting to think it's beginning to drag because that would really suck, lol. anyways, this is the chapter with Simon and Magnus's talk about his dreams, immortality, and most of all a little on what Magnus knows about the rune on Isabelle, thanks to my sister and friend for helping me come up with name and how it all goes, i hope it turned out good! in the next chapter when we meet Magnus's friend and his possible helper on info which i think everyone will have a surprise on who it'll be wink, if you want to try take a guess either PM me or review. And, as always if you have any suggestions on what you may like to read in upcoming chapters or if have any questions feel free to review, PM, etc! :) Thanks for reading!

TMI and characters belong to Cassandra Clare the poem in the beginning belongs to rightful owners the writers name is at the end.

Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn,

We leave the brutal world to take its way,

And, Patience! in another life, we say

The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne.

And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn

The world's poor, routed leavings? or will they,

Who fail'd under the heat of this life's day,

Support the fervours of the heavenly morn?

No, no! the energy of life may be

Kept on after the grave, but not begun;

And he who flagg'd not in the earthly strife,

From strength to strength advancing only he,

His soul well-knit, and all his battles won,

Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life.

'Immortality'

by

Matthew Arnold

All Simon could feel as he began regaining consciousness was something wet brushing his cheek, his eyes fluttered slowly, as his eyelids felt heavy, like he'd been sleeping for millions of years which he knew that was impossible, but yet he didn't know exactly how long he had been out.

Slowly opening his eyes, he found his vision was still a hazy blur as it was before, and his head carried a fog that made it difficult to remember what exactly had happened before he passed out, he remembered the pain, and he remembered there were demons.

Trying to set up, he groaned as his body protested, his side ached as he breathed reminding him that he had injured his ribs, and his leg was stiff and tingling with a lingering numbness he had felt before, and his chest stung and he remembered the demon running its claws down his chest opening wide long gaping wounds, remembering the horrible blue demon made him shudder involuntarily.

"Ouch." He croaked out, as he lay on the wet pavement, the dampness of it soaked him, he could feel that his back was damp as the water from the rain before seeped into his skin, he blinked several times and realized it was once again lightly drizzling out of the dark gray sky above him, which explained the wet feeling he had felt on his face.

Moving his hand slowly, Simon could feel his returning control over his limps as he wiggled his fingers slowly, the numbness beginning to fade as he stared straight up above him into the cloud and rain streaked sky, he focused on a cloud when his vision was soon blocked by a dark shape above him.

Simon closed his eyes and blinked several times as he made his eyes focus on the form, and soon he made out the form of a human face above him, making his eyes focus he realized it was Isabelle.

Her eyes were dark golden brown and worried, as she gazed down at him, he saw she had a cut on her forehead that still oozed red as did the one above her eyebrow, her face was covered with dirt and grime from the fight not but what seemed like moments ago, her hair matted with black and red, and Simon grew concerned wondering if she had attained a head injury.

"Izzy?" he made himself say, his voice came out hoarse and in a raspy whisper.

"Yes." She smiled, "Yes, I'm here…"

Simon nodded as he felt his leg throb in pain again and he cried out slowly, making Isabelle look down toward his legs and back to him, as she placed her hand on the side of his face.

"Shh, it'll be okay soon I promise, I'm just glad your awake." She whispered, leaning down planting a kiss on his forehead, Simon closed his eyes and opened then again this time, seeing two shapes above him and he wondered if he was seeing double until he realized the new shape on the other side was Magnus.

He grinned widely, and spoke, "Hey there sunshine!"

Simon blinked, confused, "What—?"

Magnus laughed, "Glad to see you're awake, we were getting worried for a few minutes there."

Simon looked at Magnus, who he saw now despite his bright golden green eyes had a busted lip and several scratches on his cheek; he too had what seemed to be grime all over him, from the fight.

Simon closed his eyes and turned his face toward Isabelle who was looking down at his chest, where the demon had shredded his jacket and t-shirt beneath, his pale skin had begun to mend itself, one of the only things Simon enjoyed about being a vampire fast, accelerated healing.

Groaning, but not able to stand laying on the hard wet ground any longer Simon fought to set up, making Isabelle and Magnus move away to give him room, but putting their arms around his shoulders for support in case he fell backwards.

Simon winced as he came to a setting position and felt his head spin and rush, his arm automatically shot up his hand being placed firmly on his forehead as he closed his eyes.

"Whoa, easy there." Magnus breathed, holding Simon up with his arm as he almost fell backwards, Simon closed his eyes trying to clear the foggy dizziness from his head, as he felt Isabelle place her one hand behind him holding him up, and her other firmly on his chest, her hand warm against the bare skin there, making Simon shiver slightly.

"He's cold, see I told you putting him on the cold wet pavement would cause that." Isabelle told Magnus who chuckled, Simon opened his eyes slowly and looked down at her hand placed right where his jacket and shirt was shredded and the black blood from the demon he stabbed stained down the front of him.

"He's not cold, trust me." Magnus grinned, as Isabelle followed his gaze that rested on her hand on Simon's chest, and she removed it quickly, making Simon's warmth suddenly disappear, and he fought the urge to grab her hand and place it back above where his heart once beat.

Instead, Simon swallowed hard and spoke, his voice still hoarse,

"How long was I out?" he asked them, rubbing his forehead with the heel of his hand, Magnus and Isabelle both hesitated for a moment, when Magnus took a breath and spoke.

"About an hour,"

Simon froze and moved his hand, and turned his head to look at Magnus and instantly wish he hadn't as a throbbing pain erupted in his skull.

"A….an hour?" Simon choked on the words in shock; he was out for an hour?

"Well if it weren't for your accelerated healing, you'd probably be out longer than that." Isabelle observed waving a hand to the skin that was reforming under his shredded shirt; Simon looked down slowly at his pale skin, smooth as if there had never been any gashes there.

"Exactly, Isabelle's right, between demon venom, broken ribs, and gashes on your person, if you weren't a vampire you'd likely be out for days."

Simon rubbed his head again, as he held himself up with one arm, his hand pressed against the pavement, Magnus and Isabelle still holding him up as he thought about that for a minute,

If he wasn't a vampire he'd been out for days, and as if for the first time ever, Simon was actually grateful he was a vampire.

Slowly, sighing Simon looked at the faces of Magnus and Isabelle near him, both looked concerned, like they expected any minute he'd pass out again, Simon although his head was still fuzzy and foggy knew he hadn't time to pass out, not if they were to get where they had to be for their afternoon meeting, they had to get info on what the rune was, what it did, and the affects if could have on Isabelle in the long run, Simon knew he had no time to succumb to the demon poison, even if it was out of his system he knew it could take up to twenty-four hours before it fully left his system and that was just knowledge from asking Isabelle questions about demons.

Sighing slowly, and wincing as he breathed, Simon pushed up off the pavement slowly up into a half standing position as he held his breath, feeling his knees wobble weak, like they were no longer able to hold his weight, expecting to fall again he closed his eyes and swallowed, only to be caught and brought to his feet by Magnus and Isabelle.

"Are you okay?" Isabelle asked, her breathing hitched with worry as her voice sounded far away to Simon's ears that were adjusting once again to hearing.

Magnus steadied him, and patted him on the back.

"I'm fine." Simon answered, trying the best to hide the pain he felt as he breathed, but found that once on his feet his leg was much better.

Glancing down he saw that his jeans had taken more damage and he tried not to gasp to show his shock at the mangled pant leg that now was tattered around his calf and all the way up to the back of his knee.

Magnus noticed what Simon was looking at and grinned,

"Don't flatter yourself, it was all because your leg had to be healed." He joked,

"Not that, you ruined my jeans!" Simon protested, not taking his eyes off the mangled mess of denim fabric.

Magnus shrugged, "I see that it was either your precious jeans, or your leg, so we picked your leg, without your leg no sense in having jeans."

Simon sighed sucking in a breath, as he exhaled slowly, Magnus was right, he knew that but still he didn't want to wander around the city with his shirt and jacket mangled and his pant leg looking like an angry shark had gotten a hold of it.

But Simon knew, fighting with demons and the outcomes weren't always what you wanted of them, and although he didn't like the idea of what happened to his clothes he wore, some of his favorite clothes he wore he may add, he knew he'd just have to deal with it, and be happy that he was alive…well, as alive as he was before.

Simon stood steady inspecting his leg, turning it this way and that noticing that the bite marks left over from the demon's jagged teeth were almost completely healed, and he looked to Magnus.

"Thanks, by the way, for healing me."

Magnus nodded with a slight smirk, "Anytime."

Simon nodded with a soft smile, and turned to Isabelle, she had let go of him slowly to be sure he wasn't going to fall and watched him carefully before she backed away, Simon looked at her, and noticed more damage now that his vision was getting clearer than he had before, he sucked in another breath trying to fight the temptation to pulled her to him and make sure she was alright.

Simon glanced at her, as he scanned Isabelle for any injuries that may be serious, knowing Isabelle would never tell anyone if she were ever seriously hurt, thinking she could easily overcome it herself.

Simon glanced at the shallow wound on her forehead and a above her eyebrow, where a few drops of blood had trickled down a few inches short of running into her right eye, she had a burn like scrape on her neck that looked as if she had been tossed head first into the carpet of the dining area they had been seated in back at the scene of the fight, her black gear was covered with damp spots of both red and black, her pale skin had appearing bruises and cuts, her hand appeared to have a slice down her palm that she hid by clenching her fist, it wasn't until Simon began to smell the scent of fresh blood, a scent that was all too familiar that he began to panic.

Isabelle stood letting Simon take in the sight of her before him, patiently much to Simon's surprise but as he noticed the growing annoyance in her expression he knew her patience wasn't without effort, when he finally spoke, his voice was still shaky.

"Isabelle, you're hurt,"

Magnus had noticed the panic in Simon's voice and shot his head up to look over at Isabelle who stood with her eyebrows raised and her hands firmly on her hips.

"No, I'm fine…really." She countered, as Simon shook his head, the scent of her blood coming off of her in waves, as he realized where it was coming from.

Her long dark hair was matted and caked with both dry and wet blood, fresh blood as her own spilled from the wound Simon had detected at the back of her head, and one thing he did know for certain was head wounds bled. A lot.

Taking short shallow breaths, Simon stepped away as Magnus moved forward releasing his grip on Simon so he could check Isabelle who protested loudly, insisting it was only a scratch.

"I'm fine." She complained, as Magnus inspected her head wound and smirked, looking at her as she crossed her arms loosely over her chest.

"You aren't fine; if you were fine you wouldn't be bleeding out of your head like a water pump."

Isabelle sighed loudly,

"Hold still," Magnus muttered, "You have so much hair, you could be the new Cousin It."

Isabelle made a noise that sounded halfway between a snort and a grumble, "If I'm Cousin It your Gomez."

Magnus paused considering this a moment, and grinned, "Touché." He said as he fought to find the source of blood on Isabelle, as Simon moved backward until he bumped into the brick wall, away from them and the heavy scent of blood, and not just any blood, Isabelle's blood.

Simon breathed heavy as he fought to keep his fangs in place in his gums, the last thing he needed was for them to pop out, even if knowing after the blood he lost he would have to replace it soon, that place was not the then and now and most certainly not with Isabelle's blood.

Simon closed his eyes, the fog in his head getting clearer and clearer, as the pain in his side became less and less with each breath he took, he focused on fighting off the hunger he felt and the need for blood that sung in his veins,

"Ah…there is it." Magnus breathed a sigh of relief, as Simon opened his eyes to look at him,

"How bad?" he managed to say, before his fangs snapped into place nearly slicing his own lip.

Isabelle held very still and winced as Magnus poked and prodded the wound on her head,

"That hurts!" she shrieked trying to pull away from him, but Magnus caught her arm and pulled her back,

"Hold still, I have to get the bleeding to stop before you pass out from blood loss, which is the last thing we need to happen."

Isabelle huffed a sigh and held as still as possible as she winced and fought not to squirm.

Simon turned away closing his eyes as he leaned his head against the brick wall, he knew his control was faltering, and the last thing he wanted to do was attack anyone, especially Isabelle, he knew she could fight him off, but with a head wound herself he wasn't sure how long she'd hold up, he was almost certain Magnus wouldn't let him attack Isabelle, but he still didn't want to take any chances.

"It's not that bad, it could be much, much worse, but still no head wound is particularly good." Magnus spoke to nobody in particular.

Isabelle winced again, "Are you done yet?"

"Just about…"

"OUCH!" she shouted, lurching away from Magnus who smirked, seemingly satisfied with himself.

Isabelle glared at him and rubbed a hand on her head where the opened wound was to find it had stopped bleeding.

Isabelle looked at her hand that despite being covered with scuffs and grime didn't appear at all red with any sign of blood.

She looked to Magnus who inspected his carefully colored nails, "What did you do?"

"I
stopped the bleeding, now stop picking at it before it starts again."

Isabelle stood opening her mouth to speak, when Magnus walked away from her toward Simon who still had his head against the cool brick of the wall.

"Simon? How are you feeling?"

Simon didn't answer just held still, he didn't want to show either of them that his fangs were out, they'd both know what it meant, and there wasn't any blood source around close that could help him in anyway.

"Simon?" Isabelle spoke, moving closer to them when he put up a hand to stop her, Isabelle froze as her and Magnus looked to each other, and Magnus sighed.

"He lost a lot of blood, and the scent of yours is making him…" he paused, and Isabelle nodded in understanding.

"Hungry."

Magnus nodded, "Precisely."

Simon took a deep breath, it was meant to relax him but had the opposite effect as the lingering scent of blood filled his senses and he automatically regretted taking the breath he just had.

"I don't think I'll be able to go on, you two may have to go without me," he told them, his voice muffled from his fangs being in the way of his speech.

"What? No we can't…" Isabelle began when Magnus stopped her with a wave of his hand and a look,

Simon turned around slowly to face them, his fangs poking out from behind his upper lip, like two sharp deadly needles.

"I can't travel the city near the mundanes like this," Simon noted his fangs, and sighed.

Magnus and Isabelle remained silent, when Magnus finally spoke,

"That is true."

Isabelle took a ragged breath, and then moved her hair away from her neck, "Then you need blood,"

Simon took a step back raising his eyebrows and hands to keep her away from him, as she stepped forward the cut above her eyebrow like a pulsing vein as it still oozed blood.

"No! No, you can't." Simon protested, and Magnus stepped between Simon and Isabelle,

"What are you doing?" she demanded to Magnus who stood in her path, his eyes looked tired, as the scuff marks on his cheek stood out against his otherwise smooth skin, his black hair although still gelled up had lost some of the glitter in the fight, and rain that was still falling slightly from the darkened sky, but what was left shone in the dim gray light, his clothes were stained with both red of mundane blood and the black blood of the demons they had defeated.

"You can't make him drink, Isabelle." He told her quietly, still standing between her and Simon.

Isabelle's eyes burned with annoyance, "Well we can't just leave him like this, it'll be worse!"

"No." Magnus agreed, "We can't, but you are in no way, shape, or form able to donate blood now."

Isabelle sighed in defeat and looked down and away from him,

Magnus grinned, "And the fierce Isabelle Lightwood finally accepts that she is wrong, another first for the day."

"Oh shut up." She snapped a growl at him as she backed away, and Magnus chuckled and turned to Simon who was breathing heavily hunched over, his back still against the wet brick of the wall.

"You need blood." Magnus told him going near him, rolling up his sleeves; Simon looked up at him with questioning eyes.

"I haven't gotten to Taki's yet to get more, it's something on my to do list."

"We'll have to do that after we get done with the mission at hand, but you need blood now, Isabelle's right we can't leave you here."

Simon slitted his eyes as his stomach growled, and he fought against it, not daring to look at Isabelle who was watching from the other side of the alley.

"Where do you suggest we get some then?"

"Easy." Magnus replied in bland tone, as if he wasn't really truly sure of what he was about to do, Isabelle raised an eyebrow watching Magnus with careful eyes, as he knelt down in front of Simon.

"What are you doing?" Simon asked slowly, his fangs still making his voice muffled, as Magnus locked eyes with the vampire, the green appearing brighter in the dim gloom.

"You need blood don't you?" Magnus replied, offering his wrist over to Simon,

Simon grew wide eyed in understanding and turned his head away quickly, as he shook it, and Isabelle realized what Magnus was up too.

"No, no I can't…I won't."

"You must." Magnus snapped, "You either drink or I'll have no choice but to knock you out."

Simon looked back at Magnus, his eyes sparked as he held his mouth in a straight tight line, his wrist still held out in front of Simon.

Simon looked from Magnus to Isabelle who watched on, her expression unreadable, Simon turned his gaze away from her swallowing hard, his throat burned with hunger.

"You'll heal faster, and feel much better if you drink." Magnus insisted, his eyes held worry and, pleading?

Simon stared at Magnus, wondering why the warlock would plead for him to drink his blood, what could it mean? Was there something Magnus was trying to tell him that he wasn't getting?

"There's no way I can drink your blood," Simon replied, looking away again,

Magnus smirked, "And why not? Not like I have cooties or something."

Isabelle made a sound like she was fighting off laughter; Magnus and Simon ignored her,

Simon looked back at him, "If Jace's blood made me into a Daylighter, your blood could make me…" he paused thinking, as Magnus raised a brow, when Simon continued, "It could make me sprout horns or something."

Magnus's expression softened into a spark of mischief, "Well, it would be a good look for you."

Simon scowled as Isabelle crossed her arms, clearly bored of waiting,

"Look, you either drink or else, those are the only options." Magnus told him, his tone was growing impatient.

Simon looked back at him, Magnus's cat eyes darkened, as he waited, and finally sighing and looking down at Magnus's wrist and the pulsing vein there, Simon nodded,

"Okay, fine. But if I sprout horns, it's on you."

Magnus chuckled and closed his eyes with a nod, "Whatever you say, Stanley, just make it fast."

Simon smirked, "its Simon."

"Whatever," Magnus replied his tone still held laughter, after a moment Simon looked down at Magnus's wrist before him and hesitated, Magnus opened one eye, as Isabelle watched her mouth twitching into a smirk.

"Are you going to do it or not?" she asked, looking at Simon,

Simon ignored her and looked at Magnus who eyed Simon thoughtfully,

"I have a question…"

Magnus groaned, "Now what?"

Simon held his mouth together and then spoke casually, "If not the horns, if I drink your blood, it won't make me sparkle will it?"

Isabelle rolled her eyes with a playful smile dancing across her lips, as Magnus's temper flared,

"Oh for God's sakes!"

Simon opened his mouth to speak, when Magnus jabbed his wrist in front of Simon's mouth, the smell of blood right below his nose, caused Simon's mouth to water, as his eyes grew wide and before he knew it, his fangs sunk deep into Magnus's wrist, but whereas Isabelle had jumped startled when he drank from her, Magnus didn't move. He stood perfectly still, and winced slightly, as Simon drank blood from his wrist.

Simon kept his eyes closed, as he felt the warlock's warm blood trickle down his throat, it wasn't like any other blood he'd ever tasted, where Isabelle's was sweet and warm, and Jace's tasted almost purely of salt, light and adrenaline, and Maureen's of iron and sugar, Magnus's blood tasted like caffeine, a bitter burned syrup, and magic.

As Simon took the blood from his wrist, he felt an electric charge begin to form in his stomach, as if he had been touching four live batteries to his tongue at a time, it was a taste Simon had never experienced before, and one he knew he would not likely forget.

Simon was lost in the moment, and just like it had begun, Simon stopped, releasing Magnus's wrist, and turning away, as blood trickled down his chin from his fangs, as they retracted back into his mouth.

Simon slid down the brick wall until he was setting on the wet ground, his chest rising and falling, as he breathed quickly like he always did after getting a taste of fresh warm blood.

Simon wiped his chin on his sleeve, staining it a deep red, with Magnus's blood, before he turned his eyes to the warlock and Isabelle.

Isabelle's expression was unreadable and slightly amazed, as Magnus wrapped a dark colored handkerchief around his arm, his eyes not focused on Simon, as his expression too, was unreadable.

Simon looking at them, and awkwardly got to his feet, his vision held a vibrant clarity he hadn't felt before as he focused on Isabelle and Magnus.

"Um…" Simon began, at a loss for words, when Isabelle eyed him, and spoke,

"How do you feel?"

"Better." He admitted a little shyly, when Magnus looked over at him, a playful smirk on his lips,

"Just to be clear, this changes nothing between us, so if you somehow find some strange attraction to me, just know I try my best to stay away from vampires, for obvious reasons of course." Magnus told Simon, after securing the fabric over the fangs marks that were now on his wrist.

"Of course." Simon replied with a smirk at Magnus's joke, Magnus laughed as Isabelle ignored him, and uncrossed her arms.

"Okay, well, now that that has been taken care of, my head wound isn't bleeding like before, and Magnus appears, okay…fine." She paused as Magnus grinned; she ignored him and looked back at Simon with a stern look, "Shouldn't we get the move on now?"

Simon didn't answer but just stared at her, it was always like Izzy, despite the minor injuries and anything else they had sustained she always was ready to barrel forward, full speed ahead without a second glance behind.

Magnus looked up at the sky at the light drizzle still falling and nodded, back at them,

"Yes, I think we should, if we're to make it to the address on time—"Magnus said, but was cut off by a familiar sound.

Magnus, Simon and Isabelle all looked at one another, as they realized what they heard was a cell phone ringing, Magnus checked his to find it wasn't on, and Isabelle shrugged shaking her head, meaning she didn't have one with her, which left Simon.

Simon pulled out his phone from his pocket, surprised that with everything they just went through that it was still working, and answered it, before Isabelle could ask who it was.

"Hello?"

"Simon! Finally, where are you?" came a familiar voice, that was clearly agitated but also grateful he had answered.

"I'm…" he paused, looking around the alley, and then spoke again, "I'm okay, just went out to run some errands."

Clary sighed halfway agitated and halfway with relief, "I'm at the apartment and you nor Isabelle are here, no note, nothing, I mean I figured you may have gone to the store, so I waited and I've been calling for the last thirty minutes, when you didn't answer I began to panic."

"Clary, calm down, we're okay, really."

She sighed again, "Yes, I get that, but still do you realize how worried I was?"

Simon pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger as he thought of something to say, and figured the truth was the best at this point, if they were to work together on the situation they all found themselves in.

"Yes, I know…" he said, and paused, "Clary I need to tell you something."

Simon looked up at Magnus and Isabelle, their gazes both on him, as Isabelle's eyes still held an unreadable expression and Magnus of that of worry and tiredness, which made Simon wonder in panic if he had taken too much blood from the warlock.

Clary paused and then spoke again into his ear, "What is it? Is it bad?"

"Well," Simon began, "It might be, but I'm not sure."

Silence and then, "Tell me."

"Okay, I'm here in an alley, with Magnus."

Silence again, a long silence.

"Clary?" Simon asked alarmed worried she'd hung up,

"Magnus?" she hissed in his ear, "As in Magnus Bane?"

"There's only one," Simon said sheepishly, getting a rough sigh from Clary.

"Why are you with Magnus? Where is Isabelle?"

"She's here…too; Magnus knew that she came back." Simon told her glancing at Magnus and Isabelle,

Isabelle was turned away from him her hands on her hips as she paced back and forth slowly by the nearby dumpster and Magnus stood tall and still, as he listened to the conversation, not looking at Simon.

"What?" Clary gasped, "He knew? How did he even knew she was gone, we hadn't heard from him in weeks!"

Simon sighed, "Long story, I'll explain later, but right now we're on our way to meet up with someone Magnus knows that might know something about this rune on Isabelle."

Silence again.

Simon heard Clary mumble something away from the mouth piece of her phone; he tried to hear what she said but couldn't quite make out the words when she finally spoke again.

"Who do you know?"

"No, he didn't tell us any names, but we're going to head over there and then we were going to the store and back there."

"Okay, I'll be here." She told him, her voice sounding exhausted,

Simon wanted to tell Clary about the demons and what had happened but he figured that would be better told in person later, so he thought of the next thing he needed to tell her before he forgot.

"Have you talked to Jace?"

Simon waited, as she replied, a hint of suspicion in her voice.

"Yes, he called, he said he came by to visit you…him and Alec."

"Yeah. They did, so I guess you know the Silent Brother's told them Isabelle's body was missing then?" he asked,

"Yes, Mayrse is apparently doing all she can to locate who took her and why, she's bent on getting revenge on Sebastian too…" Clary sighed, and Simon could see her pacing around the apartment rubbing her temples with her free hand.

There was a pause and then Clary spoke again,

"You said Isabelle is there with you?"

"Yes?" Simon asked, confused, as he looked to Isabelle who was looking at the slice on her hand, before turning to Simon, no doubt sensing his eyes on her.

Clary took a deep breath, "I need to talk to her, please."

"Okay." Simon replied, a little confused and awkward, not knowing why Clary would want to talk to Isabelle he held the phone out to her, as she eyed him when blank expression.

"What's this?"

"I think the proper term would be a cell phone." Simon told her, as she smirked,

"I know that, I mean why are you handing it to me?"

Simon took a breath out of habit before speaking, "Clary wants to talk to you."

Isabelle not taking her eyes off Simon, took the phone carefully from him and put it to her ear, and walked several feet from them, before saying hello.

Simon ran a hand through his hair as he watched her, as she paced back and forth on the phone, Simon couldn't make out any words spoken from the nearby traffic speeding through out on the wet road.

Simon leaned back up against the brick wall behind him as he looked around himself, when he saw a shape come over and lean up against it next to him, he turned his head sideways to glance at Magnus who looked slightly at him, and then toward Isabelle who was clear out of ear shot, and Simon knew even with her advanced hearing, while she was focusing on the conversation with Clary, he knew she wouldn't hear him and Magnus talking.

Simon watched Isabelle and saw Magnus look over at her as well and then back to him with a small grin,

"Can't take in how lovely she is can you?" Magnus asked Simon, as if he were trying to start a casual conversation before moving on to bigger topics.

Simon shook his head slowly, not taking his eyes off the tall slender beauty not far from them as she paced back and forth with cell phone still in hand.

"No." he replied quietly, Magnus nodded, as Simon continued, "It was hard before, living without her."

Simon tore his eyes from Isabelle and saw Magnus glancing over at her before turning back to him, his eyes saddened.

"Yes, I can only imagine…" he whispered, and Simon got the feeling that he didn't have to imagine how it felt, he knew, and in that moment Simon felt selfish, more selfish then he ever had, Magnus had lived for centuries lost loved ones, people he knew, cared about even cherished and here he was, crying and thinking the world had ended when Isabelle's life did.

"I'm sorry." Simon finally said, looking down at the ground when Magnus turned to look at him with a curious expression,

"What do you have to be sorry for?" Magnus asked,

Simon looked back up, "You've seen death, experienced loss and here, I must seem pathetic to you for being upset and dumbstruck by Isabelle, who is back from death…"

Magnus half smiled, and shook his head which surprised Simon, he glanced back at Isabelle who seemed to have no liked what Clary said by the way she waved her arms in the air, and chuckled once looking back to Simon.

"I don't think your pathetic Simon, you're new, you're still learning, being immortal isn't easy, and although Isabelle may be back now, cherish every moment you have with her because eventually she won't be, she'll be gone like she was before."

Simon opened his mouth to speak, but Magnus cut him off continuing,

"I know what you are about to say, you know it'll hurt worse the second time, and you won't be able to breathe, but that that is the feeling of loss, and you must remember as you get older it will happen, not everyone you meet and come to care about will be immortal, you have to make that choice, either let them close and watch them die, or shut them out with your own emotion, but only you can make that choice when the times change and come and go, you make the choice that's best for you."

Simon took in Magnus's words and looked away again back to the wet ground and nodded,

"Losing her this time, I felt as if I couldn't breathe, like a weight had been pressed to me, and I know being a vampire I don't need to breathe but it felt like I did, need to, and I couldn't." Simon said softly in a whisper, Magnus nodded.

"All normal."

Simon looked to him, "Is it? Is it normal to feel that way?"

Magnus turned to him, his cat eyes pure green now, and held a since of unknowing in their depths and he turned away before answering.

"No, in a way it isn't, but immortality isn't particularly normal either,"

Simon laughed once, "Isn't that the truth."

Magnus laughed with him, "You know, I haven't had a conversation like this in a long time, with anyone, makes me a little glad to get it off my chest."

"I've not talked to anyone about any of this, like…ever." Simon said, with a small smile,

"No, I'd say you haven't, but you will." Magnus looked up toward the sky as he spoke, "When you live, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty years, and things change all around you, and memories of your past swirl in your head, if you don't find ways to get them out, they'll destroy you, drive you insane…"

Simon watched as Magnus looked back down at him, his eyes darkening as continued, "You'll have to find someone then, anyone who may know what you've been through, just anyone to talk to, and sometimes it's difficult, most immortals have either lived so long they don't care about them or any around them any longer, or they haven't lived long enough to know true pain."

Simon took in his words, and looked away again, at Isabelle who had her back to them, her long black hair, still matted with blood hung down her back, now down and free of the tie-up she had had in her hair before, it rippled down her back like a starless night.

Simon focused back on Magnus next to him and spoke again, "Have you ever thought, of maybe finding someone immortal that you love, that can love you back too…always?" Simon asked,

Magnus smirked and looked toward Isabelle, as Simon swallowed hard and tore his gaze away.

Magnus raised an eyebrow and spoke, "Yes, once I tried, it didn't work out, because it may work awhile, but eventually love does fade when you live such a long time, you can never be certain you'll be together forever, because forever is such a longtime to predict, one day you may just grow tired of each other's company and crave something different, I'm not saying it hasn't happened, it has that two immortals stay together their whole existence but it's rare, extremely rare."

Simon nodded, as he thought of the dreams he had been having, of Isabelle as a vampire…

He pushed the thoughts away and looked back at where she stood, and turned back to Magnus who seemed lost in thought.

"I noticed, before at the apartment, when Isabelle left the room, you seemed to want to tell me something, but she came back to soon…what was it?"

Simon waited for Magnus to answer, but instead he kept his eyes away from Simon, as he seemed to inspect Isabelle carefully, before he spoke,

"First, do you have anything you wish to speak to me about?" Magnus asked Simon swallowed hard as images of vampire Isabelle flashed through his minds' eye, when Magnus turned his head to face Simon, his eyes back to golden green like the color of changing oak leaves in the autumn scenery.

Simon swallowed hard and looked away, only to glance at Isabelle once who seemed to be yelling on the phone but from where she was, Simon couldn't know for sure.

"Well, there is one thing…" Simon began, and Magnus turned to listen to him, as he spoke, Simon took another deep breath inhaling the scent of the city around him, dirt, smog, and car exhaust when he began to speak.

"I've been having these dreams, they've occurred twice now, they started yesterday afternoon before I realized Isabelle was back, the first one had a stairway, it was a silvery gold one leading up to the skies, and Isabelle's voice called to me, but each time I ran it would seem to go on forever." Simon began, not daring to meet Magnus's eyes, as he stared straight ahead, but he somehow knew the warlock was listening, and continued. "I somehow ended up on this plat form it was golden, somewhere in this sky realm and in the middle glowing blue and pale green was the rune, the same one on Isabelle, and she was there, but it wasn't her, her eyes were black and her skin to pale to be her, it almost reminded me of Sebastian,"

Simon took a breath again and exhaled slowly closing his eyes, as he fought to remember the details; he needed to let Magnus know all the details, every detail he could recall.

"When she spoke at first, calling my name it was Isabelle," he said, eyes still closed, "But as I edged forward closer on the plat form, I realized the voice had changed it was different it was Maureen's voice, she told me she did nothing with Isabelle, if I had wished to know to ask Clary, who was setting on the plate form to the side, because the rune was sketched in the middle, and held her sketch pad with the rune on it and the name beneath it, but when I saw it, it didn't appear to be Latin, just the name itself, and when I asked what the word meant, amaranthine, Clary disappeared and when I turned back to Isabelle, her eyes and voice were back to being hers, but as I was happy to learn that, I realized something else was terribly wrong, she told me something was wrong and to look at my arms, and when I did, they were covered with marks, swirling runes, and patterns, by heart beat again, I had to wear my glasses, I was like the old me, but only this time, it seemed we switched, I was a Shadowhunter, and she, Isabelle…she was the vampire."

Simon paused, as he recalled everything he could from his first dream, he glanced at Magnus who looked dead ahead, his mouth in a tight line, Simon looked away and finished by telling the last part,

"She said whatever Clary did, she somehow must've switched us, and that is how it happened, she told me to find out about the rune and fast, and quick as possible, she told me to find what it did, and when I told her it was impossible to be speaking to her she was dead, gone, I touched her shoulder when she didn't respond only to find she wasn't Isabelle again, but this time Sebastian, he asked if I was fool enough to think she could live again, right before he pushed me off the plat form and I fell into the dark, only seeing the stars and Isabelle's eyes around me…then I woke up."

Simon paused with a sigh, as he closed his eyes; Magnus looked to him then, and spoke for the first time, since Simon had begun to speak.

"You had two you said?" he asked quietly, his tone held a hint of pain, worry and sadness, three things Simon hated to hear in anyone's tone.

"Yes." Simon whispered, "But I had that one last night, after we got back to the apartment when Isabelle was there with me, but before I had that when I woke up, I had remembered the name of the rune, until Clary asked about it at the Institute, and then I couldn't remember the name, it was like someone had blocked it from my memory? Like someone hadn't wanted me to know the name of it?"

Simon looked to Magus who hasn't moved, his posture straight as he seemed to be deep in thinking, taking in everything Simon had told him, Simon looked away and swallowed when Magnus turned his head to face him.

"What was the other about? The same, or was it different?"

Simon looked down as he spoke, "It had similarities but it was mostly different."

"What happened in it?" Magnus asked, his tone was serious, and as Simon looked up to face the warlock, he saw in his eyes he was concerned, and wished to know all that Simon might have seen.

Simon looked away closing his eyes as he huffed out a sigh and began, "Well, that one I was in the park and it was snowy, cold and windy, the moon was overhead and there was I think a werewolf howling nearby but I never saw them, but the howl was bone chilling, and I ran because I felt something following me, I ran until I came to this black dark mist, and before I could go in the mist, someone yelled stop and it was Clary, and she wore white, the Shadowhunter mourning color, she told me I shouldn't have been there."

Simon kept his eyes closed as the words Clary spoke echoed to him from the dream, from somewhere deep back in his mind.

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 opened his eyes to find Magnus watching him, and he turned to him, Magnus waiting for Simon to continue, and he did,

"I asked why, what that meant and she told me that if I set foot in the mist, I would likely not come back out alive, and that one of us had turned into something we knew nothing of and she was afraid that there would be no saving her to like she was when we once knew her." Simon breathed, knowing that it meant Isabelle, but Isabelle wasn't a vampire, so what else could it mean?

"Go on." Magnus said, his voice hard, as he glanced over at Isabelle who was looking at the cell phone, and Simon nodded and continued.

"I asked if she meant Isabelle, and she didn't answer, just told me if I had my heart set on knowing, to see for myself, and she returned back how she came…"

Simon took a breath again to clear his mind, to try and get the images from his memory clearer, when he spoke again,

"As soon as I stepped into the dark mist, it was like I was swallowed in darkness, I could see no light anywhere, not around me in any direction, and eventually I came to the clearing, I was human again, or at least my heart beat, and I had my glasses, and as I stepped into the clearing, runes again, all over my arms, I noticed in the clearing the rune was there again, shimmering the same colors it had before and it glowed faintly, and Isabelle was there, her eyes dark like a shark that had just detected blood, her skin was white, and very pale against the white landscape, and she wore the same midnight colored dress, but her lips were red, like bright rubies, she told me there was no turning back, because I had something she needed, her eyes once again looked so much like Sebastian's it hurt, it terrified me and she knew, and she was amused by it, she made me back up and made me step on the plat form that went from blue-green-gold to a deep golden red, and as she stepped forward she told me not to be afraid it would only hurt for a moment, I didn't know what she meant…" Simon paused, remembering the all too familiar real feeling of fangs in his flesh, and he rubbed the side of his neck involuntarily,

"What did she mean?" Magnus whispered softly, as Simon didn't meant his gaze, but did open his eyes,

"She told me," he said, void of emotion, "That she wasn't a Daylighter like I once was, but I possessed the blood she needed to become one, and she bit me before I could stop her, and the bad thing is they felt so real, so life like it…it truly did scare me." Simon swallowed hard, and looked to Magnus who returned the gaze, his expression unreadable.

"You woke up after that?"

"I fell into a black oblivion, like I was going unconscious from blood loss."

"Hmmm." Magnus replied thinking aloud on the topic,

"What does it mean?" Simon asked him, not taking his eyes away,

"I'm not sure, but it can't be good, especially if you say her eyes looked too much like Sebastian's, that will just lead to a lot of problems."

Simon turned away from him and sighed, as he felt a hand touch hi shoulder and looked down at it, to see Magnus's hand, placed carefully there, Simon looked up to meet his eyes, that looked tired and worn, and sad.

"Don't worry, we'll figure out what it means somehow."

"Gee, thanks." Simon replied glumly looking away,

They stayed silent several minutes, a silence that wasn't awkward nor tense, but rather more of a silence of quiet thinking, Simon knew Magnus thought of everything he just told him, while Simon himself tried to realize what any of it may mean, because none of it, whatsoever made any sense to him, he didn't know what it meant, but he knew one certain thing was he didn't like it one bit, he didn't like the thought of somehow Maureen and Sebastian being some kind of influence over Isabelle.

"Thank you for telling me." Magnus finally said, turning to Simon who nodded, and looked at Magnus.

"You're welcome, I guess, what you said about things eating up at you made me figure I had to get that out to someone, and I didn't want to tell Isabelle," he said, as they both looked over to her still looking down at the phone like she was looking for something, a look of disappointment and dislike showed on her pale face in the dim lighting.

"No that would not likely have been a good idea," Magnus agreed, and turned to Simon with a sigh,

Simon looked at him as Magnus looked back at Isabelle and began to talk.

"You know, as I said before I was doing research on old runes of the centuries, there are some runes that not even Shadowhunters know of, some runes that were either lost with time, or so powerful they couldn't be used without harming the Shadowhunter or even causing death."

Simon listened to Magnus as he too looked to Isabelle, and imprinted her perfect image of her in that moment to his memory, in case he ever needed to see it again.

"Some were outlawed, some made illegal for what they could do," Magnus turned to Simon who tore his eyes from Isabelle and looked at Magnus.

His eyes were bright, and wide as he spoke, his mouth twisting up into what seemed like an unhappy look of possible regret as he continued,

"The certain style on Isabelle now is what used to be known as Os Stella, which means, Bone Star."

Magnus sighed, and closed his eyes slightly, his mouth back into the tight line before he spoke again,

"This is what I wanted to tell you before at the apartment, I didn't want Isabelle to know of this because the style of runes in the Bone Star style are said to be cursed, but nobody truly knows what kind of curse each has on it."

Simon took this in as he looked from Magnus to Isabelle, and spoke,

"There is more than one of them?"

Magnus nodded, "Not much could be said about them, not much is known other than there are seven in all, all known in the Bone Star styles, each has a specific curse placed on the style pertaining to a different aspect of each part of life, or death in some cases, the curses all do different things to those who bear whichever style of the Bone Star rune."

Simon sighed shaking his head as he ran, the back of his hand over his forehead and looked back to at Isabelle who was beginning to walk toward them.

"So you mean to tell me, that all you know right now is whatever rune she has on her, it's a cursed rune?"

Magnus nodded, "Yes."

Simon shook his head confused, "If it's been outlawed, and not known for centuries, then how…how did Clary see it? And why? And how did she think it was an advanced healing rune, if it's a powerful cursed rune?"

Magnus looked away, watching Isabelle come toward them, phone in hand and sighed looking back at him,

"I'm afraid I don't know all the answers to that, but what I do know is someone must've showed it to her somehow, maybe in her mind; it's hard to exactly tell how she saw it and why she thought what it was a healing rune, only time will tell…" Magnus let his voice trail off,

"Yeah," Simon countered, as they watched Isabelle, "Only time will tell why someone would want Clary to draw a cursed rune on Isabelle, and why."

Magnus nodded, his cat eyes shining green and gold, and Simon knew the conversation was over for the moment, but not for good as Isabelle walked up to them with a huff and her face flushed like she had been upset over something.

"That was a long talk you had there, is everything alright?" Magnus asked a smug smile on his lips, as Isabelle scowled at him.

"Yes," she replied, ignoring his look as she handed the phone back to Simon and spoke, her eyes shining. "Clary said that Alec and Jace are somewhere in the city, they are looking for clues as to the whereabouts of my body, she talked to them not long before she called us, and told me to be careful and to let you two know as well."

Magnus nodded as he pushed himself up off from leaning on the brick wall and stretched, "Careful is and has always been my middle name," he winked, making Isabelle roll her eyes, as Simon too stood up straight away from the cool brick of the wall he leaned against.

Isabelle glowered, her eyes slitting like a cats as she looked at Magnus who grinned, and shook her head turning to Simon.

"Well now that you're better, I'm better, Magnus is…Magnus, and shouldn't we get going?"

"That is an excellent idea, now that you're finished with your long telephone conversation, what else did you and dear Clarissa talk about?"

Simon looked from Magnus to Isabelle, who appeared to grow a few shades darker, her skin appearing to have a flushed pinkish look to it, which confused Simon as he raised his eyebrows realizing what it meant, but it made no sense, Isabelle never blushed.

"None of your concern, it was…girl things." Isabelle told him, trying to hide behind her long dark hair, as Magnus chuckled. "Girl things?"

"Yes, girl things." Isabelle answered a matter-of-factly as they all three began to walk away from the alley making careful sure nobody that even began to resemble Jace or Alec were anywhere close by.

"What sort of girl things." Magnus said in his best seductive voice he could muster, with a laugh, Simon looked to Isabelle whose eyes held a spark of mischief and a form of giddiness Simon quickly looked away from, as she answered Magnus with a scowl.

"None of your business." She replied, as she looked around the corner onto the sidewalks and the streets, "Sometimes my girl conversations aren't even for the free-wheeling bisexuals of the world, meaning, you." She told Magnus with a small smile playing across her lips, and Simon looked away quickly at the wickedness behind it, and shivered involuntarily.

"Ouch." Magnus laughed as he held his hands over his heart, "That hurt, Isabelle Lightwood, that truly hurt."

Isabelle rolled her eyes and stepped out of the alley, and Simon only just then realized that she still carried the shopping bags from before and fought to suppress a laugh, leave it to Isabelle to fight demons, kill them, and still find time to retrieve the shopping bags.

"What was that address again?" she asked Magnus as she looked around, squinting in the pale watery sunlight, the drizzly rain at stopped, but the air still felt damp, as they walked down the crowded New York streets.

Magnus lifted his hand which held the address he had written and inspected it closely before saying, "1590 Sunnyside Ave, Queens," he told them, looking satisfied,

"How are we going to get there?" Simon asked curious,

"Well, we can either, take the subway, take a taxi, or we can walk, your choice."

"Taxi it is." Simon and Isabelle both said, as Magnus pouted,

"I was rather hoping we could walk, the fresh air, the sounds, we could take it all in and spend some quality time telling each other wonderful stories."

Isabelle rolled her eyes, as she waved down a taxi cab coming their way, and Simon chuckled at the tone of voice Magnus had used.

"Oh well, maybe next time." He said with a small sigh and a playful smirk, as Isabelle climbed into the taxi first moving to the far side, Magnus piled in next, with Simon setting by the other door shutting it behind him, before he felt squashed up against Magnus, now he knew what tuna fish and sardines felt like.

"1590 Sunnyside, Ave., Queens please," Isabelle told the cabby who nodded to them in the rear view mirror, before taking off on the wet streets, the tires sloshed beneath them as Simon watched the city speed by before him, the cab remained silent until Magnus looked over to Isabelle, who was also squashed up against her side of the cab, as she held the few shopping bags in her hands tightly,

"Last time I let you two make the transportation arrangements." Magnus grumbled squirming, getting a smile from Isabelle as she looked out the window of her side of the cab,

Simon shook his head and also looked out the window, for the moment happy with the silence that surrounded them, it gave him time to think, think on all that his dreams could mean, think on that he was glad he finally was able to let someone know, and also thinking on what Bone Star rune Clary had drawn on Isabelle, and the how, why, and what for, questions clouded his mind, as well as what curse was set on her, and how to reverse it, and if she would have to die again in order for it to be reversed. So many questions reeled in Simon's mind so many that that was only part of them, as he watched the dim gray day pass before him as the cab moved on toward their next destination, a destination that could and would very well possibility make more deadly life threatening changes to their already challenging lives.

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