I'm gonna make this quick, but as I have said this story is now revamped and slightly different! Let's dive right into it! Cassandra Clare owns Mortal Instruments and I only own Alice! Italics mean thoughts!

Alice's POV

~You can't wake up, this is not a dream. You're part of the machine, you are not a human being. With your face all made up, living on a screen. Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline. ~

Don't look back. Run, my mind screams. Inhale. Exhale. Be quick. Pick up your pace. They're coming for you. I run as the cold Brooklyn air blows against me. Chills running up my spine. my eyes darted from side to side, desperately trying to find a hiding spot, a means of escape. I need to get away. I have to.

My thoughts were a distraction. I didn't even notice the lone brick lying in my path.

My ankle twisted as my foot collided with the brick, causing me to fall to the ground. I cried out in pain and pushed myself off the ground, using the walls of the surrounding buildings for support.

I probably could have tried using my magic to fix my ankle, but I was still learning. Healing was not yet on the agenda. My mind was in a panic.

What do I do? Where do I hide?

I saw a dumpster a few steps away. I limped as I moved towards it, pushing myself into it and falling to the bottom among the trash and stench with a clang. I grabbed the lid and closed the top, keeping in whimpers from the pain emitting from my ankle.

I could hear them coming, my heart in my throat. The dumpster shook with each step they took, I bit down on my lip until I tasted the iron in my blood.

I conjured up enough magic to create a small blue ball, enough to buy me perhaps a couple of minutes. I refused to go down without a fight.

In an instant, I felt the dumpster lift up from the ground and thrown down the alleyway. I muffled a scream as garbage and various other items were tosses around me, as if I were part of a salad.

We landed with a thud and my head hit one of the walls of the dumpster, the back of my head was slightly wet. I couldn't tell if it was because I was bleeding, due to the trash or both. I cursed my ankle, I cursed the demons.

Goddamn ankle, goddamn demons.

I peeked out quietly from the dumpster but quickly fell back down as I heard a loud roar, not realizing that it was a roar of pain.

Why was it in pain?

I took a look and saw the deformed yellowed eye demons being attacked by a tall man, firing arrows from his bow into the bigger two of the trio of demons. The smallest one lunged towards him, but he slid underneath it and stabbed it with his Seraph blades.

He was a Shadowhunter.

The pale rune-cladded skin and blades gave it away. His blue eyes pierced the fog as he picked up his blade from where the demon turned to dust. He pushed his jet-black hair from his face as a beeping set off. He grabbed his cellphone from his pocket and held it up to his ear.

"Hello? Yes, I know what time it is. Demons. Yes, I'm fine. Just a couple of usual scratches. Only if you want me to. See you soon." He said calmly and snapped his phone shut, walking down the alley.

I waited til he was almost out of sight and I carefully lowered myself to the ground.

I walked after him, limping with every other step. I saw him walk into a huge building, adorned with a balcony. I could have knocked, and see if he would let me in. But I figured they wouldn't. I mean, who would help someone by the likes of me?

The building had multiple windows, and for me, was not a struggle to climb up the building to reach one of them. The only problem was my goddamned ankle. What the hell, I'll be fine.

I cried out in pain, as I felt the bricks in the walls for edges. I scaled the walls, pushing through the fire emitting from my ankle, through the hot tears in my eyes. I lifted myself over the balcony and approached a closed glass window. I tried to lift it, but it wouldn't budge. I could sense it.

Magic. But from whom? A witch? A warlock? Why did the Shadowhunter come here then? Even though Shadowhunters and Downworlders had started to get along, there were still quite a few who went against the mere thought of it.

I focused on my task and noticed a lone stone on the floor of the balcony. I used it to break the glass to enter in. a crime was just committed and I didn't care. I needed to get in and get out. The room I entered was a bedroom, silk sheets laid perfectly on the twin sized bed, the floors were polished and the walls were the color of silver.

I admired the room for a moment and walked out into the hallway.

There were so many doors on each side, what person needed that many rooms? I looked in each one, searching for something resembling a library. I soon approached a set of double doors and peeked in. Shelves upon shelves contained books upon books of various sizes and colors.

Great.

Eight-foot shelves at the very least with a twisted ankle thrown into the mix. I looked through the first two shelves to find what I was looking for. I needed two things but books about runes and transformation spells were not them. I stared at the ladder in the corner of the selves.

Fuck it.

I pulled myself up the ladder, using one free hand to finger through the books, but no anvil. The pain in my ankle intensified, like fire spread through my foot and up my leg. I drew blood as I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to stifle a cry.

"Where is it?!" I yelled in frustration, slamming my fists into the wood.

I didn't hear him enter the room.

"Easy now, those were imported." The rich masculine voice said, in utter amusement.

I turned my head slowly, to look at him. He was about normal height, his skin the color of caramel. His black ink hair was slightly spiked up, pink slightly brushed through the tips of it. His cat eyes were gold. He adorned a royal purple robe and in his crossed arms he held a book of healing spells.

Magnus Bane.

I broke into the High Warlock of Brooklyn's house.

Motherfucker.

In an instant, I forgot about my ankle and that my hand holding the ladder was the only thing keeping me balanced. I slipped and screamed. Everything felt like it went into slow motion. I reached out trying to grab any of the shelves. I could careless about my ankle, I was falling with no way of stopping myself. And then, I stopped. I looked towards Magnus, his fingers moving in my direction, blue sparks appearing from his fingertips. I was suspended in the air and gently being lowered to the ground.

I started to studder, mumbling out an apology.

"I-I-I-"

"Magnus, I'm sure its just the Chairmen, please-"The Shadowhunter rubbed his eyes, walking into view. Once he saw me, he stopped in the middle of his sentence. His blue eyes that were just laced with sleep, now replaced with confusion and anger.

"Alexander, it appears we have a guest." Magnus knelt down next to me, inspecting my ankle. "I felt you. I felt your presence." Magnus stated, using his magic to fix my ankle back in place. I remained silent as his eyes glowed as a blue gust if magic swirled around my ankle, not knowing how to respond.

I just broke into Magnus Bane's house. The Magnus Bane. What a fucking idiot.

"I don't know how to heal." I whispered, "I never figured out too much concerning my magic. No one really helped me." That was a lie. Someone did help me, but I really didn't know how to heal. He didn't need to know that though.

"That's not surprising to hear. Stand up." I did as he said, my ankle feeling good as new.

"How did you hurt yourself? You must have followed me here." Alexander, Alec, Magnus Bane's Shadowhunter lover, said sternly, "Those demons were after you, weren't they?" He questioned.

"Perhaps, I'm not sure. All I know is I had to hide from them." I lied through my teeth. Alec didn't seem to buy it, but Magnus quickly interfered.

"Do you have a place to stay?" He asked.

Why did it matter to him?

"Uh…"

"Oh, how rude of me for not giving you a proper introduction to us, but first," He wrinkled his nose, "a shower and a change of clothes?" I cautiously nodded. He was right, I smelled like smoke and trash.

"My name's Alice. Alice Waline."

Magnus gave me a grin, "Wonderful! Alexander, will find you some clothes for her to wear?" Alec was still in shock about me following him home. This is what Magnus's house is to him. Home. He nodded and left Magnus and I alone.

"You're the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Magnus Bane."

I couldn't believe I was saying it.

"And that is Alec. Alexander as I call him." He replied, "Don't worry if he seems cold. He's just…protective." He smiled, pointing down the hall. "Fifth door on the right is the room that you broke into. It has a bathroom in it and you can sleep in there for the night. I'll be in the kitchen making some coffee if you'd like any." I nodded and turned to head to the bathroom.

"Thanks."

Alec threw the clothes into a pile on the bed, nudging me on the way out. I already knew, he didn't like me one bit. I couldn't blame him. I wouldn't like me either.

I removed my jacket and the rest of my clothes and stepped into the shower, the warm water rinsing off the dirt and grime from my body. I took the soap from the soap bar in the shower, the scent of sandalwood filling the room. What an interesting aroma. Better than what I previously smelled like.

I look fucking stupid.

My black hair rested in wet strands against the overgrown bright blue sweater with bright purple leggings. I sighed. It could be worse. I shrugged it off and headed towards the kitchen. But before I could walk around the corner,

"I just don't trust her."

I stopped as I eavesdropped on the couple's private conversation.

"I know. But you have nothing to worry about. She's just a kid."

I walked in, acting like I didn't hear anything. "Sorry if I was disturbing you guys." Alec had his arms folded in front of him while Magnus had on hand resting on Alec's face.

"Nonsense! We were just talking about couple things!"

More like a couple of things you didn't want me to hear.

The three white coffee mugs and glass coffee pot were lifted by Magnus's magic that was sparking from his fingertips and floated over to the small wooden table out in his dining area, surrounded by various chairs.

I made my way over there, sitting in a small silver chair with blue arm rests.

"So, Ms. Waline," Alec said, cutting a look to me, "is there anything you can tell me about the demons that were chasing you?"

Could he like, fuck off?

"I don't know if they were actually following me." I lied, glancing down at my cup of coffee that Magnus filled.

"Are you su-"

"Alexander, don't pressure her tonight. Shes been through enough." Magnus defended e, "You two need your sleep." Alec's eyes widen, "What? Are you crazy? She's staying here?"

Guess he wasn't here for that part of the conversation.

"Of course! Shes a warlock with no place to stay. Why not?" Magnus questioned, raising an eyebrow. Alec sputtered, "Why not? Oh, I don't know, maybe because she broke into your damn home?!" His voice raised, partially in anger, partially in shock.

"She has a name." The words flew out of my mouth, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Dumbass, why would you say it like that?!

"Maybe she should drop the attitude." Alec retorted, glaring at me.

"Now, now, we should show you around!" Magnus quickly changed the subject, keeping the peace. Such a kind soul. Unlike his asshole of a boyfriend, who should mind his own damn business.

"I'm going back to bed." Alec groaned, putting down his mug,

"But Alexander-"

"In the morning. I need sleep."

"Technically, it IS morning. It's 5:45A.M." I retorted, a bit irritated and tired myself. "Whatever, smartass." Alec snapped, getting up and walking away. Magnus seemed a bit sad and I felt bad. He shouldn't have to deal with that because of me. "I apologize dear. It's just how he is." Magnus said softly, his eyes soft and kind.

"I understand where he's coming from. I should have watched my words." I smiled in return, "It's good you guys care so much for each other."

Unlike me, but no sympathy there.

I let out a yawn and stretched. I was exhausted. It was an eventful few hours. Magnus nodded and lead me down the hall to the room I was staying in. I fell on the bed and threw the blankets over my head and closed my eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

For now.

My throat was aw from my screams, crying out for my parents through the smoke. Mother ran towards me and scooped me up in her strong arms. My home that carried the memories of my short-lived childhood was burning up in flames. I felt the cool breeze of the night sky as Mother held me tighter and jumped out of the broken window. I screamed as we fell from the two-story home, awaiting our doom.

But instead of being greeted by death, Father used his magic to lower us to safety. He held Mother and I for a few mothers, relishing in the embrace. He casted a glamour over him and I. Mother pulled her cloak over her head and walked with us into the night.

"Your time is running out. Better hurry."

I hoped you guys liked the first chapter! Took me a while between work and class but it was well worth it! The inspiration to this chapter was "Gasoline" by Halsey. Please follow, favorite and comment any suggestions or anything YOU would like to see in the story!