CHAPTER FIFTEEN. THE NOT-SO-THRILLING ADVENTURES OF AN ACTUAL TEENAGE VAMPIRE

"CLARY, WHAT DID YOU DO?"

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Wren sat across from her mother at the breakfast table. The two hadn't sat down and had a conversation in a while. The restaurant was closed today so they ate breakfast together, having basic conversations about school and the restaurant. The younger blonde wanted nothing more than to just leave so that she didn't accidentally tell her mom everything that had been going on in her life. Everything involving the Shadow World.

The woman would've thought she was crazy or on drugs. Or both. Wren didn't want to get herself committed or worse, drag her mom into this Shadow World mess.

She was relieved when after breakfast, her mom had gone out to get things done for the restaurant. For the first time, Wren was sort of glad her mom was always busy with her restaurant. The younger blonde wasn't the best at keeping secrets but it was easier to do when her mom wasn't around. She also was glad her mom was giving her space and not asking questions.

Wren had gone back to her room and completed any assignments due that week and began working ahead to complete assignments long before their due dates. Better to get them done now when she actually had the time to do them.

She attempted to call Simon again many times since their last conversation but all she got was his voicemail. Same for Clary, Luke, and Isabelle. She left them all so many messages that their mailbox would probably get full soon. She was starting to get fed up, especially with Clary. She was the one who had dragged Wren and Simon into this Shadowhunter mess, the least she could do was pick up her phone.

The blonde placed the phone on her nightstand and groaned. If they kept this up, she would have to go to the Institute, though, Wren wasn't sure she would be able to remember how to get there alone.

Wren ran her fingers through her hair anxiously before picking up her phone and calling Simon again. She nearly threw her phone at the wall when she got his voicemail again. This was getting ridiculous.

She walked to her closet, pulling out her shoes and putting them on before grabbing her keys and heading to the door. She was going to Simon's apartment to check on him. She needed to make sure he was okay.

Stepping out into the crisp air, Wren took a breath before attempting to hail a taxi. It took a few attempts but once she was successful, she was quickly jumping into the taxi and giving the driver Simon's address.

When Wren got to the building, she attempted to buzz in but got no response. She pressed the buzzer to their apartment a few more times before giving up. Of course, no one was home. This was just her luck. She let out a deep sigh, running her hands through her hair. She pulled out her phone one last time and tried to call both Clary and Simon. Neither picked up. She tried Isabelle and Luke again but got no answer from them either.

Wren looked around the bustling city, wondering if she'd be able to find her way back to the Institute. She had no idea where to go but she was going to try.

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Unsurprisingly, Wren had been unable to find the Institute and had given up when the sun started to set. She was now back in her apartment, trying to keep herself busy in her bedroom.

At this point, she was certain that everyone was ignoring her and that pissed her off to no end. She felt disrespected, it wasn't difficult to send a quick text to let her know that they were okay. She didn't feel as though they deserved her worries and sometimes, she didn't feel like they deserved her friendship. Maybe she was being dramatic but sending an 'I'm ok' text doesn't take long. It's four letters.

She let out a light sigh as she continued writing in her journal. This was something she did when she was feeling stressed or overwhelmed with emotions. Getting it all out was helpful for her. And there was a lot that she needed to get out.

Suddenly, her phone began to ring. She looked up from her journal and over at her phone, which was faced down beside her. She picked it up and turned it over, reading the words 'Spam Risk' across the screen. She rolled her eyes and ignored the call. If it was someone important, they'd leave a message. She placed her phone back on her nightstand and continued to write in her journal.

When words no longer came to her mind to write down, she got up and put her journal and pencil on her desk. She then walked into her closet and changed into her pajamas before turning off her light and climbing into bed. She made sure to plug her charger into her phone and closed her eyes, hoping sleep would take her.

A loud banging startled her, heart hammering in her chest. She placed a hand over her heart as if that would somehow calm the thundering. Wren stared at her bedroom door, listening to see if the banging would continue. It did, coming through even louder this time.

Wren pushed her comforter off of her body and walked to her bedroom door, twisting the handle and slowly pulling it open.

She stuck her head out. The banging on her front door continued. She waited to see if her mother would come out of her room but she clearly wasn't home. Another bang from the front door. The blonde scurried to the kitchen, grabbing a large knife before walking over to the door. She peered through the peephole and felt her shoulders relax, placing the knife on the table next to the door unlocking and opening the door.

"Simon! What the hell?" Wren asked. The boy in question, whom she had been trying to get ahold of for the longest time, pushed past her and walked into the room.

Wren took in his appearance and to put it simply, he looked terrible. His hair and clothes were disheveled; a black substance, that looked like dirt, coated his clothes and face; and a dark red substance covered his shirt. Was that blood?

Her eyes were wide as were his, the two staring at each other.

"S-Simon? What happened?" She asked slowly.

"I-I-I don't know. I don't know what's going on. Clary, she..." he trailed off and began pacing.

"Clary? What about Clary? Is she okay?" Wren asked, worry beginning to arise. Simon didn't respond, just started pacing faster.

"Simon, is she okay?" She repeated.

His head snapped up to her direction, face contorting into an anger Wren had never seen before. "She's fine! I'm not!" He shouted.

Wren took a step back, trying to contain her fear. Simon shrunk away, holding his arms up as he began to lower his head as if to show he wasn't a threat. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he muttered over and over.

She took a cautious step forward, "It's, it's okay. Simon, what's going on? Please, talk to me."

"I can't control it," he mumbled.

"Control what?" He didn't answer. "Simon, control what?" She repeated.

He looked over at her, so much emotion in his eyes. Wren was so confused, she went to take a step forward but stopped when he began crying. She backed away in horror, watching as blood fell from his eyes instead of normal tears.

"Y-your eyes." She pointed up at his face. Simon wiped his eyes, looking down at his hand and seeing the blood.

"Oh my—, oh my— Ah!" He pulled at his hair in frustration. He looked over at her, mouth wide open. And that's when she saw them. Fangs protruding from his mouth.

"Oh my God," she said. "Simon, what happened to you?"

"I need to, I need to go."

She moved out of his way as he rushed to the door, throwing it open and running out into the hallway. She had never seen him move so fast.

Wren's breathing picked up as she began to hyperventilate. She sat down on the couch, her head falling between her knees. What the hell is going on? Is Simon a vampire? An actual vampire? This isn't happening. This can't be happening.

The faint ringing of her cellphone from her room caused her to get up and stumble toward her bedroom. She grabbed the phone off of her nightstand, seeing Clary's name flash across the screen and she answered.

"Clary? Simon he, he's a, I think he's a vampire," Wren stuttered. Her head was spinning and she squeezed her eyes closed.

"Wren? Oh my God, did you see him? Is he there?" Clary's voice rang loudly in her ear. Wren pulled the phone away slightly at how loud her voice was.

"Did you hear what I said? Simon—"

"Is a vampire. I know. Wren, where is he?"

The blonde's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean you know?"

The redhead stayed silent on the other end but Ween was having none of it. "Clary, what's going on?" Wren was met with silence.

"Clary," she spoke again slowly, "what did you do?" All Wren could hear was Clary's rapid breathing and she repeated herself louder. "Clary, what did you do?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I had to, Simon he, he died. Camille killed him and he had her blood in his system and Raphael said that there was a way to bring him back. I didn't know what to do. I had to bring him back," Clary spoke so fast that Wren could hardly understand her.

"Bring him back? Clary, he's a vampire!"

Wren could hear Clary crying on the other end but she couldn't bring it in herself to care. She was angry. No, livid. Wren had never felt such white-hot anger in her life. How could Clary do this? Why didn't she come to her?

"I've been calling you all day, Clary! Have you been ignoring me this whole time?" She spoke as calmly as she could.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to put you in this position—"

"You didn't want to put me in this position? So you just decided for yourself to just bring him back as a vampire? What the hell, Clary? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"It's not my fault—"

"Not your fault? All of this is your fault! Every single thing that has happened since that night at the club has been your fault! How could you make this decision? How could you be so selfish? You knew I would be against this, didn't you? That's why you didn't consult me. That's why you kept me in the dark," the blonde accused, and Clary said nothing.

"You are so selfish, Clarissa Fray."

"Selfish? I was thinking about Simon," Clary defended.

"No, you were thinking about you. Because if you were thinking about Simon, you would have never done this. You know he wouldn't have wanted this. You know that! He was so scared. He was so scared and he tried to tell you. But you wouldn't pick up his calls. He didn't want this. How could you do this to him?" Tears began to well up in her eyes and fell freely.

"This is all your fault! All of this. He never would've been kidnapped by vampires if it weren't for you. You dragging us into the stupid Shadow World. This shouldn't be our lives. This shouldn't have happened. But of course, Clary Fray just has to go and pull everyone into her problems."

Clary pulled the phone away from her ear, beginning to cry harder. Never had she thought she would ever hear those words come out of Wren's mouth. Wren never thought she would say those words either.

Wren wouldn't admit this but she wasn't just mad at Clary, but also at herself. Wren knew that Simon was afraid that he was becoming a vampire. She tried to help him but it wasn't enough. She should've tried harder.

Clary composed herself enough to say, "I'm sorry, okay? But we can't do this right now. We need to find Simon."

Wren slowly nodded her head and began walking to her closet to get changed.

"Okay, we should start at his house. Maybe he went home."

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Perilous has been revived! #NoClaryHateAllowed lol. This chapter was terrible but I'm a bit rusty with writing so cut me some slack lmao. I know it's been a long time since I've updated this book. I had been busy with school and also was lacking the motivation to write. But I'm back in my writing groove. And there's no better way to bring you a new chapter than with some angst and drama. Updates for this book will still be slow and sporadic. I'm about to be really busy with work and stuff so I'm not sure when I'll have the time to write. But until then, I'm going to try to update as much as possible. DO NOT COMMENT FOR ME TO UPDATE OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!