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"Where's the baby?" The young woman wondered as she covered her eyes.

The one year old in front of, incapable of realizing his mother had just gone behind her delicate hands. For a moment he thought his mother was gone and was on the brink of crying when she finally opened her pale hands and smile, "There he is!"

Those simple words got the baby to laugh with a toothless smile and high pitched babyish giggle. The mother repeated those words and actions several times before her husband walked in, "Oh Addy,"

She chuckled before picking up her son, "Hey David,"

He walked up to her and looked at the baby who looked up at him, "He has your eyes," Addison informed, "I suppose that's a good thing."

"He has your curiosity." David replied, "I caught him trying to stick his head between the posts on the porch."

She chuckled as she pushed him up on her chest, "You can't blame me for that-we're both Shadowhunters; curiosity has always gotten the best of us."

The young man smiled as he took the child into his arms.

The shadow hunter had short, raven black hair, and beautiful, caring caramel eyes. He was about a head taller then his wife. So he had to bend his head down when he went down to give her a small tender kiss.

Addy smiled, "Why don't you put him to bed? I have to go check on Jace anyway."

David nodded as he slowly walked upstairs to the baby's room.

The room was a light blue shade and white molding. It had cartoon style planes stickers on the walls and the ceiling was black with glow in the dark stars and planets. The wooden crib was below the window that let in the artificial light from the street lamps outside.

Toys were laid out on the floor in a haphazard manner, most were in the middle like a mine field. The father had to avoid them as if they were going to explode, because the baby had just fallen asleep in his arms and he was running on three hours of sleep that he had gotten from a nap this afternoon while his wife, Addison looked after the infant. Even though he knew that the thirteen month old baby would most likely sleep till the morning light showers his crib-but there are some nights on rare occasion that he wakes up at 2 am in the morning.

While David laid his son down to sleep his wife had left their home and went to go visit an…let's just say-not a friend…but an acquaintance of sorts. The man she was going to visit Michael Wayland-but she knew that wasn't his real name. She only became friends with him to look after Stephen's son, Jace or Johnathan in this case. Stephen was killed before Jace was born and his mother Celine. Addison tried to save them-but there was nothing she could do, as a dying wish she agreed to look over Jace. But she could only get so close.

The door was already open; Michael had already knew that Addison was coming over. Quietly she closed the entrance behind her and walked into the long hallway before her, "Michael," she called out in a loud whisper, "Michael-where are you?"

"Addison," he replied in a bored tone, "stop acting like a fool and get over here."

Valentine was never a nice person-Michael used to be, but now he's a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Ok," Addy replied, "what do you need help with?"

"He won't stop crying." Michael stated, his voice laced with misplaced anger and annoyance.

Addison knew what Valentine did to people who annoyed him, and sometimes she would see what he did to his fostered children. His action's infuriated her more then they frightened her. No monster like the one before him should ever be able to have children. Devils like him should be killed without a second thought-not supported and put on a pedestal like his followers do.

The mother looked inside the room which was clearly no designed for a month old baby. There were weapons out in the open, knifes and steles, there were sharp corners, holes, dangerous toxins that not even she would dare to even have. In the middle was a wooden table with a crying baby on the middle of it. Addison gritted her teeth as she walked in, he doesn't think of just picking up the kid? He doesn't think of-I don't know-acting like a normal parent and checking if he's hungry or has a dirty diaper? Michael didn't see her disapproving glare, but he didn't notice her clenched fists and angered walk-but being stuck up he didn't bother adding a comment.

"When did you feed him last?" She asked, her tone hide the hatred and disgust that she was feeling at the moment.

"Four hours ago," the blonde man informed, "he can't possibly be hungry now."

"A month old baby's stomach is small, Michael." Addison pointed out, "it'll take a little while for it to hold more food."

Stupid man, Addison thought to herself, think of someone besides you for once.

"When will he sleep for once?" The idiot, in Addison's opinion, wondered.

"Soon,"

"How soon is soon?"

Oh-by the Angel-how much of an idiot is Valentine? Addy wondered as she held the boy, "He needs to be changed, fed and burped."

The look on Michael's face clearly stated that he didn't care enough to do any of those things. He wanted to do his things and only his things. The baby was sidetrack problem that he cared enough to have but not enough to love or actually take care of like a reasonable human being.

Taking a deep breath in, she reached into her bag and pulled out a single white disposable diaper. She placed him back down and undid the old one Valentine had put on. Surprisingly he had put it on correctly, did he actually know how to put on a diaper? Did he actually have a sense of humanity in that cold heart or did he just do because he just had time to do it?

Wipe, clean, baby powder to make sure he doesn't get a rash, and then put the diaper. Those were the only thoughts going through her head. Ignoring the stench of the excrement, she did what she normally did to her son. Wipe, clean, baby powder, and then diaper him. When Addison was finished she got the bottle of food that she had previously made and then started feeding Jonathan. Hungry, the baby quickly chugged the white formula. As Jace finished his bottle, the mother placed him in front of her shoulder and began lightly patting his back, allowing the gas forming in his stomach to escape.

"What are you doing?" Michael asked uncaringly.

What an ignorant bastard, Addison commented in her mind, I feel bade for Jonathan-he's going to have a difficult life. When Addy was done she gingerly put the baby back down on the table. Her pale soft hands caressed the baby's face, don't worry Jace-I'll look after you.

Turning around she returned to her indifferent stare, "Put him to bed in an hour or so,"

If Michael had been a normal father she would have added, maybe sing a lullaby to him, rock him slowly and hum a tune. If he doesn't go to sleep then just sit down and rock him some more, eventually he'll close his eyes and drift into his dreams. But the mother knew that he wouldn't do that, that man was cold and soulless.

From there she left and went back home to her family, but the guilty feeling in her gut never escaped her. She knew that Jace would go through life with a father who didn't love him. He wanted him for power, nothing more.

But Addison has sworn to be there-and whenever Valentine wasn't looking she'll be at Jace's side. She'll be his mother, she'll wipe away his tears and signs of grief. She'll embrace him and tell him he's still loved even if he doesn't think so. Because a promise is a promise-even if they are ment to be broken.

Present Day

New York had grown-well…no it hadn't really changed really. The city wasn't different-it was the people that had changed. They were more curious and oblivious then they had been in previous; but now they care more then they used to. Or at least that is what they say.

The streets were cleaner; the buildings were now skyscrapers; but the traffic is horrible-but the public transportation system is good. You can get anywhere now with a train ticket, a bus pass, or a taxi. Time Square has definitely improved too, more screens and visitors; and the giant glittery ball which is used for the New Year; Addison been once or twice. It was quite entertaining.

But she isn't here this time to celebrate the New Year; she's here to celebrate a birthday. Her son's birthday to be precise; his eighteenth birthday, Addy tried to visit him for his sixteenth and tenth birthday but since Valentine and his goons were after her; she could only send gifts and apology letters. She could bet her son wouldn't forgive her for not being there. She braced herself for his disapproving glare filled with hatred and loneliness.

In her mind she listed answers for his questions, most of them were vague and lead to more questions, but some were solid and could stand alone. Jace wouldn't buy it; but he'll understand. Addison visited him the most, she'd come every year on his birthday and give him something. She'd buy him a cupcake and go into the green house and count the stars with him. But there were a few years that she couldn't visit for her own reasons; but the blonde Shadowhunter-no matter how arrogant he is, will respect that Addison had her reasons to not be there.

As Addison arrived at the Institute, she stood there for a few minutes debating. Should she go in? Will her son welcome her? Would Jace welcome her? Maybe she was too distant and her son forgot about her, maybe to him she's just a person he knows that says she's related to him. But maybe they'll over that, maybe they'll understand-maybe…just maybe, her son can learn to love his mother again.

Opening the gates she arrived into the beauty of the dark entrance of the Institute. The Institute reminded her of a cross between a medieval castle and a cathedral. It was huge and amazing, stunning and beautiful; any Shadow Hunter could recognize it. But it's a shame that the mundanes can't see it. This place would give New York a whole new meaning.

She unlocked the door and took a step inside, this place hadn't aged a day. Neither had she either-but it's nice to know some things are still the same. The stone was the same as it was the last time she visited, more lighting perhaps-but other than that…this was the same place she left her eleven year old son to live out the rest of his childhood. Addison wouldn't say it was the best choice-but she knew the Lightwoods; they were and still are good friends. She knew they'd take care of him; even though she knew he needed a mother more then a friend.

They must be eating dinner, Addison thought to herself, or ordering it.

The mother knew how horrible Isabelle was at cooking. Always tried so hard but failed even harder. Most of the food she makes is inedible and turns stomachs at the sight of it; which is why I pity Jace, Max, Alex, and Hodge. But it's also laughable, anyone can cook if they put their mind to it-Isabelle just can't…cook.

Or out hunting like they always are, she considered.

"Who's there?" A voice wondered.

She chuckled as she took off her black hood, "It's just me Hodge,"

A small gasp escaped him. Addison had been gone for over four years, of course she sent her gifts and apology cards for not being able to come. She only came to New York for Jace's sake really-but she never entered the Institute without caution or hiding in the Greenhouse. No one besides Jake really knew if she was coming- not even her son.

"Addison," he said as he flew stone staircase, "you're back."

The oak haired moon nodded with a smile, "Yeah…Joseph's eighteenth birthday is in a week or so-I figured that I'd come in person rather then send a note and a gift."

The middle aged man smiled as he embraced her, "It's been years…how have you been?"

Addy shrugged, "Good…would have rather been here-but life's been kinder."

"That's good…" he repeated back.

There was an awkward moment of silence between them. They haven't really talked to Hodge-as stated, the last time she actually entered the Institute and talked to everyone was over four years ago-and even then she didn't talk to everyone. Joseph was left out of the loop at the request of Addison.

"…well if you don't mind-I'm going to try and get some sleep." Addison said, "Knock on my door when the kids get back."

"Of course," he replied as he stepped out of the way.

Addison was exhausted; the only thing she bothered taking off was her coat and shoes. She has traveled a three day journey by car, train, bus, and taxis. There were no five-dimensional doors near her and she doesn't like to fly very much. So instead of taking a day's flight to New York-she took the long way around. In that time she had gotten about 5 or 6 hours of sleep because of the stress of being out in the open. She hates being out numbered and most of all being unaware of where her enemies are. That's why she always looks over her shoulder and looking over others as well.

Collapsing tiredly on the plush comfortable bed, she fell asleep. The mother dreamed about the night she left her son here. The night she kissed his forehead and looked him in those sad, crying brown eyes and said goodbye, that was the night she gave it away. Her last sacrifice, she never wanted to leave Joseph…she loved him more then anything. He was the last thing she had in this world…but if given the chance to do it all over again she'd do it in a heartbeat. If Joseph had gone with her…he would have died and Addison promised herself that she would never let that happen to anyone she loves and cares for again.

The morning came faster then expected. The rays of sunshine had showered in through the thick red curtains and invaded the space, forcing the long oak haired, fair skinned woman to open her rested eyes and get up.
Sitting up she stretched her stiff limbs and then put her feet to the cool wooden floors. It had been awhile since she had been able to sleep that peacefully. With demons and hitmen out on her trail, it's been a hell of a journey trying to keep out of their reach. But along the way she met friends who eventually turned into more then just friends…what eight years away-a Shadowhunter has the right to some pleasures right?

From there she changed cloths, which actually weren't all that different from each other. Black or white long sleeved shirt, long black pants, and black tennis shoes. There were some reds in the bunch and very dark blues-but black is the uniform for Shadowhunters.

Most of her colored clothing had been left at her other home where her friends were. She had gotten used to plaids and other styles while she was with her friends. So going back to mainly black and white was weird to her now. Seeing herself in those colors was just…strange-yet she couldn't really understand why.

In the mirror she stood in front of her, she could see the black tattoos lingering above neckline and at her wrists. Addison had more permanent tattoos then the average hunter; but some of them were fading slowly, and becoming only a silver outline of their former glory of black and bold. There were thin scars hidden though, battle wounds from many years ago that refuse to leave her skin. But she didn't mind-like the saying goes, scars are like tattoos but with better stories-and boy are those stories interesting.

Taking one last glance at the mirror a feint blue emitted from underneath her white shirt. For a moment she seemed lost in a memory, subconsciously her hand went to touch it but retracted once the memory ended. A tear threatened to fall but she took a deep breath calming her; you've cried enough tears; besides he in a better place anyway. Relaxing she headed out of her room,

Her room was close to the library. It was the one place anyone could find her before she left. She loved books, all of them, non-fiction, fiction, sci-fi, mystery, love, even the ones she was forced to read as a child. The one about ruins and the Codex, even the boring ones about history, too bad her son didn't share the same enthusiasm about reading as she did.

Before she left, he showed interests in drawing and singing, but also loved to wield Seraph blades and learn how to use his stele. He also hates demons and Downworlders, but not enough to viciously murder them. He respects their cultures but that doesn't mean he acts like their equal to him. That is what drives Addison insane, they're still human. She's…well she's complicated but that's none the less Shadow Hunters are human and they can die just as easily as one without their ruins.

But she loves him with and without the attitude; no matter how much he deserves a scorning.

Speaking of which, where is Joseph? It isn't the weekend is it? Demons don't take weeks ends…do they? Oh who cares anyway-right now there's a family reunion taking place that no one besides Hodge knows about, today is going to be fun isn't it?
"So what are you going to get for Joe's birthday?" Addison heard from the library.

"A weapon," a voice replied, "what else could he need?"

That sounds like Jace.

"We've got an arsenal of weapons." Isabelle pointed out, "What more does he need Jace?"

"I don't know Izzy," he replied, "What else can we get him that's possible?"

Addison pushed open the door and stood in the entrance, "Drawing material, he loves to draw."

All three of the Shadowhunters stared at the long haired woman standing before them. They didn't move a muscle; all they could do was stand and stare. Alec hadn't seen Addison in at least two years, and he hadn't talked to in over three. The last time he had talked to her was his birthday three years ago; she had gotten him some rare thing with a name no one could pronounce right. Isabelle last saw her on Joseph's seventeenth birthday; she met her in a dark alley in the middle of the night while hunting a vampire who had been killing out mundies like wildfire. Addison gave her a box wrapped in brown wrapping paper and string, with a white envelope that had Joseph's name on it. Jace on the other had saw Addy on his birthday of this year, they met in the greenhouse and watched the flowers bloom at midnight.

The Shadowhunters in all their braveness and glory couldn't find the courage to speak. Even Addison was hesitant to talk; she had chosen favorites in this group and visited them separately and at different times. So this awkwardness was her fault and now it was her turn to break the ice, "…hi Jace…Alec-Isabelle," she took a small step forward, "how's it going?"

They all looked at each other, gritted their teeth, pursed their lips; so Addy continued, "Long time no see kids…did you miss me?"

Jace responded in way that no one had really seen him act before. If it was just Hodge or someone else he'd just brush them off arrogantly. He'd say hello and resume his conversation with whom ever he was talking to. But this person, Addison, just one look, a few words and those walls he put him to protect himself came crumbling down. The golden blonde boy took a few hurried steps before embracing her. If anyone had just come in and didn't know their relationship they would have guessed they were loved or family members.

But it was quite the contrary, since Jace just calls her Aunt Addison or Addy. Since she has been there for him since he was a baby, in fact his first memory is of her making up for his father's lack of empathy. But he didn't know that she had a son up until he entered the Institute. Joseph had been with the Lightwoods for a year already, his mother apparently dropped him off and never looked back-but that couldn't be further from the truth. Addison looked back; she couldn't help but look back and memorize what her little boy looked like. It took everything in her to leave that day; she left against all of the bones in her body screaming at her to stay.

But even if she did apologize-if she said that she regretted her choice, her son wouldn't believe her. Addison knew he wouldn't forgive her-but that's alright…she'll just have to wait for him. She'll just have to take his words and wait for the moment to explain things.

Jace stepped away and went right back into his shell, "Hello Addy," his golden eyes brimmed with joy, they expressed his hidden happiness and relief to see his 'Aunt' alive and well. This was sort of out of character considering he's been self relying since his father died,

"Hey Jace," she smiled back as her left hand went out to touch his shoulder and her right pushed a lock off hair out of his eyes, "nice to see you in once piece."

He softly pushed her hand away, "I'm not a kid, I can handle myself."

Addison shrugged as she chuckled, "You may not be eleven anymore, but trust me you still have a lot more to learn and it's not just going to be fighting styles and weapons."

The woman turned her attention to the other people the room who were still trying to grasp her presence in the room. Addison, the woman who left her child with the Lightwoods for protection in her mind; but everyone else just though she wanted to get rid of him. The truth, Addy wasn't ready to tell.

Alec wasn't worried about her to be honest; she loves Jace-just in a motherly kind of way. She had been there since he was born, she was there to wipe away his tears, she was there to hold him…always and forever. Those were the words she always said to him-even when Jace acted like he hated her.

"Alec," Addison said as she saw how much he changed over the course of two years, his hair was shorter-he must have cut it recently. There were more ruins on his arms and even more fading away, "You've grown," she was hesitant to lay a hand on him, Alec didn't exactly think of her as family; and frankly three years of radio silence was harsh, "Izzy," she moved on, "nice know that vampire was taken care of." The brother and sister didn't respond, all they gave her were straight faces and emotionless stares. It broke her heart actually to see that they didn't want to see her, "Where are Max and your parents?"

"Out on business," Izzy replied finally.

"And Joseph," the brunette wondered.

"Cooking breakfast," she stated simply.

"Ah," the Shadowhunter realized, she must had forgotten her son's love for cooking. He must've gotten that from his father. David always loved to experiment with food and make amazing or horrible recipes. Addison was a horrible cooks, the only thing she could make was cereal and even that she failed at. That's why she just bought reheatable things, she didn't want to risk eating getting food poisoning because she able to cook meat. "I'll go surprise him then, it was nice to see you guys again-and remember-art supplies is always a safe option."

The smell of breakfast didn't stay in kitchen where most expect it to sit, but it wafted down the hallways alerting everyone just how hungry they were. Bacon and eggs were the main scent wondering around but smells like homemade pancakes and freshly made coffee managed to sneak around too. There was also another aroma floating in the air, blueberries-Joseph's favorite. He must be making jam for later.

Addison stood in the doorway watching her son cook as he did when he was a child. This time he didn't sweat or look worried about what he was doing. He obviously has done this a million times before; he didn't bother looking the instructions or how much he was putting in. Sure baking was an exact science but to him it was just fun to see how much he could alter the recipe before it turned to a gross slop like Isabelle.

Her son didn't immediately recognize it her. He just gave her a casual glance over his shoulder, "I told you guys it would be ready in a minute-just wait a sec."

She chuckled, "Last time I heard you say that you were nine and making a store bought cake."

The young man froze at those words. His once steady hands shook with what could be mistaken as fear. The dark caramel eyes once again looked behind him hoping that voice he heard has been a mistake, a trick of the ear. There was no way his mother could be here. She left him here alone, she said goodbye and never came back. All he's ever gotten from her ever since that day was an apology card and a gift for his birthday. This must be just a trick or a prank the others are playing on him.

His mother took a single step in, knowing her boundaries, she didn't want to push him farther then she already had.

The moment of tension increased when he turned around to see that the person he heard was his mother. It surprised him that she hadn't changed at all, her hair was longer maybe, it was the same shade, an oaky brown that paired well with her fair skin and her youthful greenish grey eyes hadn't changed either. His mother was lean and lanky, he knew she was strong and could kill any demon given the chance-but at the right moments she looked so motherly and caring. Her touch would be so delicate and adoring as though you were going to break into a million pieces.

"M-mom," Joseph said.

She nodded, "Joseph," her expression tried to remain neutral but it kept flickering from 'I'm waiting' to hoping for forgiveness. Each time she tried to look away in guilt her grayish eyes kept coming back to him and seeing everything she missed. She missed his soft dark locks of hair, his soft smile, his childish laughter. Addison missed seeing him in her foyer drawing with pencils and crayons. She had longed to be hugged by his lanky arms; she missed his sad brown eyes when they cried. It had been so long since she had seen that happened. Back then he was so human…such a child, he knew of his relation to Shadowhunters and knew that one day he'd fight demons and rebellious Downworlders. But he hadn't cared back then, he was just a kid going to primary school, just a boy who had normal friends. Those were the days she ached for, those were the days she wished were now-but sadly she can never go back.

Now Joseph was tall, taller then her-just like his father. He had semi-muscular figure, shaggy dark brown hair, hardened caramel eyes like David's had been before. He took a a few steps forward and tried to reasonable explain the phenomena. Could he be sleepwalking? Could it be a demon or a shifter? Did Jace or one of the others put something in his drink last night and didn't wear off yet?

"I'm real you know." She said as she placed a hand on his shoulder, "I'm here,"

A hitched breath came from Joseph as he looked down at his mother's hand; he wanted to forgive her. He really did. But it isn't going to be that easy; she won't get away with leaving him years on end. Even though it broke his heart to do so, he brushed on his mother's hand and turned back to what ever he was doing.

Those actions wrecked Addison's heart as well; she had prepared herself for this moment. She prepared herself for the heartache, the rejection; she had prepared herself to feel like failure of a mother and every else-but no matter how much she had prepared herself for this. No pain could compare to the one she felt when she just brushed her off and looked away. No pain, emotional or physical in the past could even come close to way she felt when Joseph didn't even care that she was there.

So she turned around and stopped in the doorway, "When you want to talk, I'll be around." He didn't reply so she didn't continue, she left but looked back in the process. She couldn't see him holding back the tears. Addison couldn't see him fight back the longing for here. All she saw was a mad teenager who didn't want to make nice with his mother. When she finally did leave, he gasped for air. Tears rolled down his cheek, she came back…she came back-she remembered me. But the truth is she never left, her body may have left him but her heart stayed. She always wanted to come back; but she couldn't find the courage in herself till now to do so.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"So Jocelyn," Addison wondered as she sat down on of the couches, "how is Clarissa?"

The red haired woman looked out the window worriedly as she wiped her hands down and grabbed two cups of tea and set them down on the table, "Shh, she's sleeping still."

The brunette chuckled as she took a sip of the sweet tea, her friend was always worried about her daughter. It was amusing to watch her be frantic about the young girl, she was only what- sixteen-seventeen? There is no way she can find that much trouble at that age. Well…actually no-she's Shadowhunter, there are plenty of ways to get in trouble and then some. Addison just didn't because her mother was more then insistent that she stayed inside.

"What are you so worried about?" Addy wondered, "You've looked out that window at least seven times since I got here. What, is a parade going on and I don't know about it?" Unfortunately she already knew the answer, Addy knew that answer all too well. Jocelyn had been a wife to a man who was a monster. That man who is Clarissa Fray's father. Valentine Morgenstern, a monster who has killed most of her friends and her departed husband. The thought of that man being around her is more then enough to get her blood boiling.

"Valentine, someone said they saw him in New York." Jocelyn informed.

"Damn it," cursed Addison, "what are you going to do?"

The woman sighed as she looked around, "We're going to Luke's house in the country for the rest of summer break." Ah, the countryside house, Addison had been allowed to stay there for a year or so before moving on to another place when she had first dropped off her son at the Institute. It's a rather comfortable place; nice place to be when the you need to clear your mind.

"What about the spell? Isn't it fading?" The brown eyed woman pointed out. Addy knew the warlock who had cast that spell on Clary. She knew him very well-in fact it was her who recommended him. The Shadowhunter wasn't a stranger to magic-in fact she a little more closer to it then she really wants to be. But she if she knew anything, Magnus Bane was the best in New York-or anywhere really.

"Magnus is away currently," she replied not giving away any direct information, "why,"

Addy shrugged as she took another sip of tea, "I just thought I pop in and say hello." The truth is that there are some things she needed to say, Magnus was a friend-nothing more-but a friend at that he deserves to know what's been going on.

"I see…" The artist informed, "So how is Joseph?"

"He hasn't seen me in awhile," Addy informed, "and still isn't adjusted to having me around."

"You have been gone eight years," the painted pointed out, "I don't think he's going to forgive you instantly."

"I know-I know," Addison sighed as she looked away for a moment, "I just wish he knew how much I wanted to be here, how much I wished I could have been here. Life got in the way-"

"He is your life."

"But he's not the only part of it now," She stated, "I've got other people to take care of now. And it doesn't help that I've been running from your husband's goons at every turn."

"He isn't my husband anymore!" Jocelyn snapped.

Try telling him that, thought the woman across from her, Valentine had taken everything from her. He lied to everyone. He betrayed his kind, betrayed humanity, everything. He's a monster and even more so then the ones the Shadowhunters kill. He deserves to be killed slowly, painfully, excoriating; and just when he thinks he's about to die-they'll save him and then repeat the next day they'll repeat it and continue it until he begs for mercy.

Morbid; but true

"…I'm sorry-I shouldn't have gone there." The Shadowhunter amended, "It wasn't your fault, it was mine…I should've stayed. I should've helped."

The ex-Shadowhunter gaze softened as she changed spots and sat next to the widow.

Addison remembered the night David was killed with little difficulty.
It was on eerily peaceful night; none of crickets were singing- it's as if they knew something bad was going to happen. The sky was clear, you could clearly see the stars and the moon; but it was dark. Too dark, even the street lamps outside their house couldn't penetrate the shadows. But the shadows weren't the thing that bothered Addison and her husband; it was that the shadows only surrounded their home. Each of the other homes on the block was cascaded with a yellow artificial light.

Joseph had already gone to bed a few hours ago; leaving his parents alone in the family room. They were casually talking as they drank a small cup of whine; they didn't expect anything to happen. It was just suppose to be another dark night, but David knew that something was off.

"What wrong?" Addison wondered as she took another sip from her wine.

David taped his fingers on the black leather of the couch as his dark caramel eyes looked out the window, "Nothing…don't worry about," the couple continued, but the worried look is David's eyes didn't cease but only continued to grow more concerned. Every few seconds he would look around, as if trying to see if anything had moved or been misplaced within the time he glanced away and looked back. He took deep breaths in, as if to calm himself before panicking.

His wife tried to talk it out of him but David refused to say anything to her. He kept insisting it was nothing and not to worry about it-which only caused Addison to worry even more. Her husband never got worried about anything. Even hunting demons, stalking vampires, he never got scared or nervous. But this-what ever was bothering him, must be something not even he can handle.

As his wife went to go clean the glasses, there was a noise in the back yard. It wasn't subtle enough to be a small animal but it wasn't loud enough to catch the attention of Addy. She continued cleaning the glasses, unaware of the intruder in her backyard. David grabbed his Seraph blade and cautiously walked toward the glass sliding door. But just as he did a figure slammed through the clear glass and tackled to him to the ground.

The Seraph blade fell from the Shadowhunter's hand and only a few inches away from him. He tried to feel the blade but no matter how far his hand went, the only think he felt was the broken glass scraping his skin. But it was only a few moments before David's training at the academy kicked in. Forcefully he pushed the man off of him, making him land beside him.

Quickly he reached for his blade once more before being thrown off balance once more by the intruder. He was thrown onto the coffee table, his head hit the hard wood temporarily handicapping his judgment. After that everything just went downhill, David was getting beaten to a pulp, Addison already had someone in the kitchen she was dealing with. But with her…let's just say abilities, taking care of the man who broke into her apartment wasn't a problem.

He was gone in more ways then one.

But it didn't matter, David was being beaten. When she entered the family room her bloodied and battered laid on the coffee table. He looked up for second to see her, the young man was breathing heavily but it was full of pain. Addison took a step forward before seeing the intruder, clad in black and face covered. The intruder took the Seraph and he even looked at her. As if he wanted to make sure she watching, as if he needed her to see what he was doing.

Before the wife could do anything, the blade entered her husband's chest and left as quick as it came. In that moment she could feel her heart shatter, her soul darken, and the control over what she had lessened. Without reserve, she threw him through the door she entered him. Her surgeon like hands didn't tremble with fear or fury, all she had was pure rage.

She wanted to skin him alive. She wanted to slit his throat and watch him bleed to death. She wanted to beat him until he couldn't breathe anymore! All Addison wanted was to see this man tortured, she wanted to see him burn. Inside of here there was no pity or remorse for what she was about to do. Even in the future she will fail to say she regretted her actions tonight. Because when she thinks of slitting his through during the day, it makes her smile.

"Mea culpa, me maxima culpa," Addison murmured to Jocelyn who was gently stroking her hair as if she were her own daughter, "I remember my mother talking to me about that."

"My own fault; my most grievous fault," Jocelyn said calmly, she didn't object because she had already had this argument with her before. When she first got here, she was in tears about her husbands death and no matter how many time she was told it wasn't her fault she continued to believe it was. Which it was…but there was nothing to prevent it.

"I've met someone though," she informed, her voice lighter this time, filled with happiness and a hint of joy, "he's been the only man who hasn't reminded me of him."

"Really," Jocelyn said interested now, "what's his name, Addy?"

"You wouldn't know him," her friend replied in a girlish giggle, "his name is Dean, Dean Winchester."

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