A/N: I know this title is like, so funny, but this story actually isn't so. Sorry lol 

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I was looking defiantly at the blonde in front of me, who was practically shaking with anger. When Jace was pissed off, it looked like the angelic fury would rain down on you at any given moment, obliterating everything in its path. I wasn't scared, though. The great Jace Herondale should've known by now, that I didn't care what he thought or what words he used to make me do what he wanted. I stopped caring the moment I turned and he started calling me 'vampire'. Poor Jace, couldn't handle the fact that someone was stronger, faster and smarter than him.

"First of all, this was a shadowhunter matter as much as it was the vampire's. Mundanes were killed. So pray tell, why didn't you call us? And secondly, you think you can play hero and take on a mob of rogue vampire's just because you're one of them? You don't have the mark of Cain anymore, Simon, you're not invincible!" Jace yelled and I widened my eyes. Did he just call me by my name?

I shrugged my shoulders, slumping against the building wall. We were at a dodgy looking alley, where I had found the fledlings feeding on a human girl. Two of them and one sire. A sire who had no freaking clue what it meant to be a vampire, that was for sure. They scattered as soon as I confronted them, which is why Jace was so pissed, probably.

"Look, Raphael sent me to do this, and it's more the matter of vampires than you. What would you have done? Just thrown them to the Clave? The fledlings would die if Raphael wouldn't take them under his wing. They are one of us." I said. Jace paced back and forth, shaking his head in frustration. What was he's problem? He turned to me, his eyes betraying his anger and he pointed a finger at me. "You don't even know how to act around them. You're a newby vampire and suddenly, just because dear Raphael tells you you're his right hand man, you think you're so important? I've got news for you, bloodsucker, this isn't how things work." the blonde snarled at me. I raised an eyebrow.

You shut me down, you like the control
You speak to me like I'm a child
Try to hold it down, I know the answer
I can shake it off and you feel threatened by me

"Hey, Jace? Shut the fuck up for one second, okay?" I said, and Jace was so stunned by my use of words, that he actually fell quiet. He even stopped pacing. "I know you don't like me, hell, you might even despise me. Don't worry, the feelings are mutual. But I'm not Alec or Clary or Isabelle, who you can just dictate to on what needs to be done. You put me down whenever you can, and I'm really sick of it. Just because you're so scared that I might be right, doesn't give you the right to call me names and shit all over the things that I do. You're choices, at large, have always turned out to be worse than mine. Oh, and it's Simon, shadowhunter. Not bloodsucker, or vampire." I ranted, if I'd have a breathing rhythm it would've skyrocketed as I spoke and I realized I had stepped closer to him in my anger.

I tried to play it nice but
Oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh
Don't kill my vibe
Oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh
Don't break my stride

Jace seemed fazed for a moment. I saw his chest rise and fall rapidly and I could almost hear him thinking. The blood in his veins sped around and I could feel my fangs tingling. Focus, I told myself for the second time this night.

He held up his hands, as in defeat. "Fine, so you take orders from Raphael and no longer listen to us anymore? We're enemies now? Is that what you want, Simon? Because I thought the downworld and nephilim were supposed to try and work together." he said quickly, his eyes becoming a bit softer than before. I realized we were still standing very close so I took a step back, to clear my head of the smell and sound of his blood. Ever since I drank it at that ship, I have been hearing it. Smelling it. Wanting it. I shake my head, to clear it again.

"That's not what I'm saying. It's just very hard to work together, when you do all in your power to step on my toes, every time I do something. I'm not taking this shit anymore. Tone it down, or you'll have a war with the most powerful clan of vampires in New York. Your choice." I said sternly, realizing that I'm playing with fire. Jace was a loose cannon. He could very well opt for the choice of having a war, he was extremely suicidal, when you thought about it.

"You can't actually function without the help of the nephilim and you know it." he said, a smug look appearing on his face and I groaned in frustration. Really?

You think you're so important to me, don't you?
But I wanted you to know that you don't belong here
You think you're so important to me, don't you?
Don't kill my vibe

"Oh yeah? Watch it, Jace. You don't know what you're talking about." I replied venomously. Jace laughed, his eyes crinkling at the sides and his teeth showing. He had perfect teeth.

 "And you do? You've been a vampire for what, two seconds? Wake up, Simon. This isn't the Twilight. Raphael can kill you for a false move as easily as I can. The only difference is, I actually have no use of you." Jace said, his voice dripping with poison. But he went on, and I couldn't cut in, because in all truth, the words cut like a knife.

"You wouldn't be here if it weren't for us. Because of Clary, you're still alive. You are what you are. And because of me, you didn't die on that ship." Jace spat, but his face showed something other than anger, something I couldn't pinpoint.

You love to tear me down, you pick me apart
Then build me up like I depend on you
But I throw myself from heights that used to scare me
Guess you're surprised I'm the puzzle you can't figure out

I shook my head, putting my hands in the pockets of my leather jacket. It was probably getting chilly, judging by Jace's flushed face (or was that from the anger?). I couldn't tell, since I didn't feel it anymore. But I did feel anger and exhaustion. Why was it so hard for him to admit that not everyone needed him all the time?

"Yes, you saved my life. By the way, I am thankful for that." I said, surprising myself with the softness of my voice. Jace was surprised as well, judging by the bewildered look on his face. "But it's okay that sometimes, people don't need you. They can get by on their own. I don't know why you have this constant need to always rush in, save people, when they don't even need saving, and than refuse the help when you need saving. It's getting ridiculous." I continued, now thoughtfully, even. Jace's eyes were widened, his face was confused. Like he didn't understand a word I just said. 

I tried to play it nice but
Oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh
Don't kill my vibe
Oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh
Don't break my stride

"I don't do that." he just stammers. Jace Herondale, stammering? That's new. I shake my head, laughing slightly. "You don't even see yourself, do you? Look, Jace, You've told me all this time what I should be doing and how I should live... or rather, not live." I laughed unhappily at my own pun. "If that's how you're going to be for the rest of your life, than I want nothing to do with it. I'll talk to Isabelle or Alec, they can be my contact in the Institute from now on. We don't ever have to speak again, if that's what you want." I say in a long rush. As soon as I say it, I feel a sting. Was that what I really wanted?

Yes, I tell myself. Jace has done nothing but put me down all the time. It's what he wants, too, I know it is.

You think you're so important to me, don't you?
But I wanted you to know that you don't belong here
You think you're so important to me, don't you?
Don't kill my vibe

"I have to get back, Raph's waiting. Don't interfere again, okay? See you around, Jace." I say to him, turning on my heel and stalking away from him. I can hear him call me by my name, and it sounds like he's not sure of what he's doing. I ignore it and with my vamp speed, get back to the Hotel Dumort. Raphael is already waiting for me.

***

When I'm done with explaining things to Raphael, he is actually okay with me losing the fledlings. "I know this vampire life is still knew to you, but I'm glad you're here, trying to make it work. I'll try and pick up the track and we can go look for them together." he said to me. It seems surprising, I know, but he's actually a good guy. He cares for his own. 

Just as I am rising from the couch to go and get myself some blood, I smell it. Nephilim blood. Who in their right mind... I sigh loudly, seeing that Raphael has smelt it too. He stands up, hissing silently and I curse Jace to the bottom of the Earth. How dumb is he?

Just to confirm my thoughts, he opens the doors and stands there, looking wild as ever. His hair are gleaming under the lights, the gold almost blinding. He stands out like a sore thumb. Luckily, it's just me and Raphael in the living room, for now. Speaking of which, Raphael stands in front of me and looks at Jace defiantly. "What are you doing here, shadowhunter?" he asks with a dangerous tone.

"Oh, just thought I'd pass by, see what my old friends are up to. Killed any mundanes recently?" Jace asked carelessly, picking up a vase as he inspected the room. Trust Jace to be cocky when he's in a hotel full of vampires. Raphael hissed and his fangs snapped out in the process, so I stepped closer, putting my hand on his shoulder. Jace eyed the movement. "I need to talk to Simon." he said clearly and once again, I was surprised he chose to call me by my name. 

"You have no business here." Raphael insisted, but I turned him around, so he could face me. "I'll take care of it. He's no danger to anyone here, I mean, look at him. I could take him with both of my hands tied behind my back." I said to him and heard Jace scoff. "As if..." he mumbled. I smirked and nodded at Raphael, who took a hesitant step away from us. "One false move, shadowhunter..." he said, glaring at Jace. The blonde raised up his hand, rolling his eyes. "I won't do anything, promise. Cross my heart, and hope to die." he said, making the move above his heart. Raphael rolled his eyes and looked at me. "You're responsible for him." he said with a snap and then, was gone from the room.

I sighed again and my eyes went to Jace. "What the hell, Herondale?" I asked. Jace seemed to flinch and I couldn't fathom why. He came closer and stood before me. He seemed to struggle with something and I was starting to get annoyed. "I am immortal, but I won't waste an eternity on waiting for you to speak, Jace." I said impatiently.

Say I'm young, I don't care, I won't quit, no, no, no, ho
Say I'm young, I don't care, I won't quit, no, no, no, ho

"I'm sorry." he mumbled. I would've had a heart attack, If my heart would have still been beating. Did I hear this correctly? 

"What?" I asked weakly. He eyed me and I saw him resisting an eyeroll. What a dick.

And oh-oh-oh-oh
You're acting like you hurt me but I'm not even listening
Hey, no-ooh-ooh-ooh
You're acting like you hurt me but I'm not even listening
Don't kill
Don't kill my vibe

"I said I'm sorry. I didn't think you thought of me like that. I mean, I know I tell you what to do but it's... You don't usually listen. So I thought it didn't bother you." he said and I was so surprised, I didn't speak a word. This gave him the chance to go on, looking around the room and picking up random things, fidgeting. 

"I just feel like I don't belong here, you know? With anyone, for that matter. But I thought you'd maybe get it. You spent so long tangling along with Clary, it was hard to understand the point of your existence." he said. I rolled my eyes and looked at him dead in the eye. "Well, that's a great apology, Jace." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Hold on, I'm not finished. I mean, I thought you'd understand, what it's like to feel like you don't belong. And I guess that's why I acted the way I did. I do. Because I think we're kind of similar." he continued.

You think you're so important to me, don't you?
But I wanted you to know that you don't belong here
You think you're so important to me, don't you?

"Were nothing alike, Jace. I'm not a conceited asshole, who likes to play with other people's feelings." I said flatly. This seemed to get his attention, because his eyes snapped up at me and I could see the sadness in them. I instantly felt guilty for what I said. He seemed to deflate. "I just...nevermind. I just came to say I'm sorry. So there. I'll leave now." he said and turned around. In a blur I was next to him and holding him by his sleeve. "Jace, hold on." I found myself saying. I heard his heart speed up.

I tried to play it nice but
Oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh
Don't kill my vibe
Oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh
Don't break my stride

I was close to him again, and the smell of his blood was intoxicating. Must've something to do with the fact that he had angel blood. Real angel blood. His blue eyes, one mixed with brown, stared at me, waiting for me to say something. Out of habit, I breathed out and thought a moment. "I didn't mean to say that. I was just angry, that you thought you could just apologize and go back to the way things were. I told you, I'm done with you putting me down." I replied. I was still holding his sleeve. 

He seemed confused for a moment and then he shook his head. "I meant to say that I'll stop. I'm sorry and I'll try to stop. I don't know why I do it. I just don't think anyone sees me in any other way. That's what I am, like you said. A conceited asshole. So why not live up to expectations." he answered, his face now thoughtful. Somehow, it pained me to think that that's what he thought of himself. But he was right, he didn't act like he belonged. So did he even belong?

You think you're so important to me, don't you?
But I wanted you to know that you don't belong here
You think you're so important to me, don't you?
Don't kill my vibe

"Look, I-" I started, trying to come up with something to make him feel better. Although, it was me who was supposed to feel attacked. "I don't see you like that. I mean I do, but not just only. I also see what you really are, behind all that facade you're trying so hard to keep up." I say, not knowing where this is coming from. Maybe I'm standing too close to him. His smell is intoxicating from this close up.

He inhales slowly, looking at my eyes intently. "How do you see me, then?" he asks, and his voice is barely above a whisper. Why are we speaking in such low voices? "You're kind, you care about your family. You would do anything for them. And despite what you say and what you might even think, deep down, you just want someone to care. More than just if you live or die, but care about what you want. What are your dreams, your mistakes, your secrets. Everything about you. But you're too scared to find out that maybe, they won't like you the way you are. So you hide that Jace away from the world." I say to him, my voice low. 

With a jolt of surprise, I feel his hand move from my sleeve to my hand, gliding over it. With even more surprise, I put my hand in his, lacing our fingers together. Jace doesn't seem to notice, he's still looking at my eyes. "I don't know how long I can keep that up, though." he whispers. He's eyes are focused, but his breathing is shallow, and I realize, I'm leaning in. What is happening?

"Then don't." I hear myself say. It's like I'm watching us from the side, like a movie, and I'm thinking - what are you doing? Jace's eyes flick to my lips and I know what he's thinking. I lean further and brush my lips over his and he closes his eyes. 

He's breathing stops the moment I fully kiss him. I can still hear his pulse, loudly screaming at me and I can hear his heart pounding like he's running. He opens his mouth against mine and unintentionally, my fangs snap out and bite his lip. I feel the metallic taste of blood and pull back instantly, scared. 

"Jace...I'm sorry." I say, my voice quivering a bit. His face isn't scared or angry. He just looks at me with a soft expression. He pulls me back to him by my jacket and runs a thumb along his lower lip, taking the drop of blood with him. He looks at it, then at me. "Don't be." he says in a husky tone and pulls my lips back to his, and I growl when he lets his tongue go over my lower lip. 

I feel his blood on my tongue, and I know I could lose control. I try to pull back, but he holds me strongly in place. "Don't. Just, don't." he says against my mouth and pushes me closer. I can't take it anymore. "Jace..." I whisper, pulling back. Although his strong, I'm still stronger. I take a step back. "I can... feel it. Smell it. Ever since that night. I can't stop thinking about it. I need you to leave." I say to him, praying he'd understand and leave. If he stays, I'll regret it for the rest of my eternal life.

His eyes are clouded and pupils dilated. His hand are in fists and I can see he's shaking a little. "I don't want to leave." he says defiantly. I shake my head. He steps closer, but I step back. "Jace, leave." I say sternly. "Simon, you make me feel like I belong. Don't push me away, please." he says, pleading. I almost give in, but raise my hands, running them through my hair. 

We stand like that, in the hotel DuMort, for a long time, like we are having a staring contest. It takes all I have not to stride over and give in to the bloodlust. I'm hoping that's just what this is. If this is something else, then what?

What if I have feelings for Jace?

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A/N: Don't kill me for this ending, lmao. Hope you liked this story, vote and comment, let me knwo what you think! Kisses, and stay sassy :)x