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Hi my fellow fanfiction readers! If you are here from my Beauty and the Beast story I put out thank you for all of your wonderful comments! They keep me writing and really meant a lot to me. I changed the time frame a little. I had Jem propose earlier and felt like our Tess should be better at hunting with all the training she was getting from not only Will and Jem, but the Lightwoods. The information on the demons and seraph blades in this chapter I found on the Shadowhunters' Wiki. I improvised on some things so not every detail is perfect. I only just found out a few days ago that Clare put out the Shadowhunter's Codex! I am so upset I can't get it cause I have no money -_- As usual enjoy! Favorite! Review!

Please Don't Go

He volunteered. Tessa was undergoing training and he wanted to be the one to take her out on her first hunt. Will was a possessive creature by nature. He didn't love much and when he did he held on tightly. He was, obviously, completely against the idea but she was stubborn. He never wanted to risk her life, it would end his shortly after. Yet, that was part of the reason he loved her so much. Naturally, he didn't trust anyone else to keep her safe but himself. He had all the faith in the world for Jem but Will worried about his parabatai as well. He was feeling a little under the weather and Will didn't want to chance anything. Especially if it meant he got to spend more time with the prettiest girl in his eyes. This led to an expected argument. Tessa didn't want to go with him. She was engaged to Jem and he hadn't handled it very well.

"You're marrying Jem?" Will had spoken softly.

"Yes." He turned away from her. He didn't want Tessa to see the tears welling up in his eyes.

"He gave no sort of indication that he was the least bit interested in you." He closed his eyes when his voice cracked. She reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. She felt him stiffen.

"Why are you so upset?"

He breathed in heavily at this, trying to muffle the sob stuck in his throat. He could feel it trying to claw its way out in the form of a shout. That she even had to ask that question made his bones turn to ice. He remembered hoping that he wouldn't fall, because he would surely shatter. He opened his eyes. This room, the library, used to be his room. Now it was hers. The books surrounding him, threatening to swallow him whole, didn't provide a comfort anymore. The fire crackled and spit out embers while he had choked down the need to beg. To offer himself however need be to have her back. But then he realized, he never had her to begin with. A cold feeling settled over him. A coldness that the burning oak in the ornate fireplace had no chance of chasing out.

"I'm upset? Tie yourself to a dying man. Then we'll see who's upset at the end of it. I couldn't care less what you two do." He wanted to take the words back immediately after they poured out of him like an overflowing cup. It was silent for a minute. Then he heard a sniffle. He never liked seeing Tessa cry, and he had seen it more than anyone else.

"How can you say something like that to me? And about Jem?" He had made her cry. So he left her there in the room that was no longer her sanctuary either, a library that was no one's anymore.

He regretted the way he spoke to her. The way he had insulted the love of his life, and the other love of his life in a very different way. Before he could stop the words they were out, the aftertaste bitter, like poison. He always messed up when it came to her. But it was twilight, the time where the sun was slightly shining but the moon was lingering above. Threatening to swallow the sun and everything it shone down on whole. A time of magic. It delighted him that even through the thick mass of gray clouds the light still seemed to shine down along her brown hair, creating a halo in the ever presenting fog gracing the city of London. Both of their shoes clicked loudly against the uneven cobblestones as they paced the alleyways, the minutes ticked away and took the little light they had with them. While they searched a man had stopped by. He was lighting the fire lamps down the street. Will could feel his aura, as all shadowhunters were trained to do. It was dark and seemed to stick to his skin as they passed by. It was an Eidolon demon, a shape-changer. It eyed him as he tucked Tessa under his arm. She did not push him away, she could feel the potential danger they could be put in emanating from the young shadowhunter. Will gave the demon a warning glare. In return the demon's black eyes flashed, a signal that it's form was breaking down and that it would need to change shape soon. Will would not attack, Eidolon demons were strong and he didn't want to risk Tess.

They kept walking, she shrugged him away when the demon had passed and disappeared over the hill and to the next section of fire lamps. The image of her turning her back and walking away from him made Will lose his footing for a moment, even though he had an equilibrium and an agility rune burned into his flesh. She used to smile at him. She used to laugh with him, even at him. Now all they had was an excuse of hunting so he could see her, hear her, feel her. Even with the fire lamps spaced evenly on each side it gave them little illumination so Will reached for his witchlight rune stone. It lit up their path and they were suddenly welcomed to the sight of a Croucher demon. It was eating a young girl, they were too late and she was now gone from this world. Jem would say the child would pass through the Wheel and into another life. Will still wasn't sure about Jem's idea of life after death but he would always indulge his parabatai. And if it meant that he would be able to see Tessa again, in any fashion, he would believe whatever was needed. He heard a warning sound from the beast, a clicking that made his skin crawl. Croucher demons weren't too particularly bright and they were slow. Will was confident they both could take it out.

"Uriel." He whispered the name of an angel so his seraph blade would ignite.

Tessa pulled out her naginata, she wasn't fully trained with the graceful sword but it seemed to work for her better than any other. Will pounced upon the demon and stabbed it in both shoulders. It would have a hard time crouching now. It started making clicking noises with its plated tongue again. Will hoped Tessa remembered from her teachings that it did this to distract and confuse. He hoped that she remembered its claws held venom that wouldn't kill, but would burn her skin. He hoped for nothing. Tessa was smart, she knew what she was doing. She never took her eyes off the thing for a minute, she was doing better than Will. Who was looking at her every other second to make sure she was okay. It managed to scratch both of them and burn the first layer of skin clean off. They had to be more careful, of it got the same spot again it could strip the flesh down to the bone. Finally, Tessa was able to stab its back. She held the sword in place so that it was stuck to the dirty concrete and Will gave the final blow to the head. Ending the demon's life and watching as it curled into itself until it all but disappeared on the wind.

They were covered in ichor and sweat and probably smelled worse. Will immediately asked if she was okay. She glared at him and pulled out some large bandages and a jar that Henry had made for the mundanes in case they got hurt. She was having trouble putting it on. Will snatched them out of her hands. He smeared the smelly remedy thickly on her burns to heal her quickly and slapped the bandage on to cover the odor. He drew a few iratzes near the burns and his heart and watched as the wounds slowly healed. The fight had lasted a while. The early hours of London managed to break through the permanent somber cloud cover over the city and above their fatigued heads. They both walked silently back to the Institute, until Will could take no more. He grabbed her forcefully by the shoulders.

"Will?" She called in suspicion. Yet all he could think about was how the ground was telling him to do it. The cobblestones made her taller than him, he had to look up at her. Will thought it was perfect, so his only answer was to mold his mouth to hers. She was shocked, he could tell. The only way he could beg her not to stop was to give a strangled cry of Tess! against her silky lips. He silently pleaded with her to leave Jem before they both tore a hole in his heart so big that even an iratze couldn't mend the pieces.