Shadowhunter stories ~mainly Malec!

Strength

Izzy's POV: relapse

Tears stream uncontrollably down my cheeks. The shaking's unbearable. I cast my mind back to the day Aldertree gave me yinfen. I curse him. Blood coursing through my veins yearning for venom; the thirst becoming stronger every minute. I can't fight it; I don't want to.

Alec rushes into my room with a pained look on his face: he's disappointed. As I sit, curled up in the corner of my room, Alec smiles. That one smile brightened my heart, it wasn't sympathetic or pitiful but honest and pure.

"Iz, it's okay to feel weak, you're still recovering." Alec sat down next to me.
"I can't do it, Alec. The urge it's so strong,"
"But you're stronger!" Alec proclaimed.
He reached out his hand and gently creste my face. I grabbed his wrist, not wanted him to let go: ever.

His belief in me has always kept me going. My big brother, my hero. Even when I'd given up hope, lost all courage, Alec would stroke my cheek and somehow it gave me hope, gave me strength to live another day.

I start to think about Simon, about the strength he gives me. Oh Simon how I love him. Raphael broke me, yet somehow Simon fixed me and he doesn't even know it.

Simon's POV: meeting Izzy

All my life I've only seen Clary, I've clung on to the idea that one day we'd be happily married with some kids running around, being cheeky. But that was just a fantasy, an unrealistic, beautiful fantasy.

Then I saw her.

An angel, quite literally.

Isabelle Lightwood her name was and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

She was so strong, so fierce yet I could tell she was hiding something. I could tell she was masking the pain deep within. I have to know her. I need her strength.