Simon could hear the scratching underneath him, it wouldn’t be long now. What seemed like forever ago, Simon had buried Isabelle at a speed faster any mundane equipment could have. Now, his patience and nerves were wearing thin waiting for Isabelle to find her way out. At least the doubts running rampant through his mind on if the transition worked were laid to rest.
As the unearthing grew louder and closer Simon began to brace himself for what was to happen next. Isabelle had repeatedly warned him along with Clary, Jace and Magnus that this would not be pretty. Truth be told, she didn’t even want Simon there to see her out of control but Simon stood his ground and refused to let her do this with some random Downworlder he hadn’t meet before.
Finally, a hand broke free from the earth, Isabelle’s hand. Simon wanted to help her as dirt began flying through the air, but Magnus had warned to only help her if it was absolutely necessary and she couldn’t escape on her own. Isabelle finally pulled herself free; Simon couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander to her appearance.
Normally, Simon wasn’t so consumed with looks but this was after all the first time he was seeing his now undead girlfriend. The fact her hair somehow stayed in tactic in its tie utterly amused Simon. But that was the only thing about her that looked put together. There was dirt smeared on her skin and clothes and a face full of emotions Simon had never seen on her before, hunger and blood lust. Yet, somehow he wasn’t afraid or even that intrigued by her state. He just wanted to hold her in his arms and know that she was going to be okay.
However, Simon was hesitant to call out to her being he wasn’t sure what to say or do besides hand her a bag of blood,. She was looking now frantically around her, obviously searching for blood.
“Iz?” He said pulling out a blood bag from his backpack offering to her. Isabelle did not respond in words but instead jerked it out of his hand. Within seconds she ripped the top off and had drunk every last drop. Isabelle needed more. Her body and it’s cravings was literally in control of her and they wanted more, no they needed more. Simon offered her another bag, still hesitant on if he should approach her or not. He wanted to comfort her more than anything but right now, she was looking more and more wild by the minute. Isabelle just stared at him; she didn’t bother to reach for the blood. That is not what she wanted. She wanted fresh, warm blood not cold and most likely old donated human blood.
Her body was craving to feel an attack, to feed in the natural state. The look in her eyes made her seem like a stranger to Simon. The more he called out to her and tried to hand her the blood, the more he realized something was very wrong. Then in a split second she was running.
It seemed like centuries that Simon stood frozen trying to process what had just happened, but in reality it wasn’t even a second. When his brain caught up enough to know he had to stop her before she did something neither she nor he could forgive himself for.
Isabelle was fast but Simon was faster. He had the edge considering she was still weak from the hunger. But still Isabelle nearly broke away from him, his hand barely grabbed the material of her shirt but thankfully they did. He jerked her hard back towards himself.
Normally, he would feel bad for rough handling someone especially a girl; his parents taught him better than that. But this was not just any girl; this was a trained warrior being controlled by vampirism. Simon used such force that she fell on to him causing them both to go tumbling to the ground.
The next moment happened so fast that it took both Isabelle and Simon by surprise. Isabelle’s fangs sunk into Simon’s neck. Isabelle didn’t think, she just latched her teeth to his skin, sucking down the liquid. The blood seemed to be ten times more delicious and enticing than the blood bag.
