Chapter Title: A Beginning of a Nightmare

Chapter Summary: Jocelyn finds herself dreaming of Valentine, her dead ex-lover and husband. What was he doing in her dreams? She's the fiancee of Luke and she should hate him, not even think about him. Yet the dream shakes her to the core and she can't help but feel dread from her dream. Valentine's words echo in her mind, "I will never forgive you for what you did." And unsettling paranoia starts to creep into her.

Warning: This fanfic may contains many spoilers from Books 3-4

A/N: Muhahahaha, already, another Mortal Instruments fanfic. This series is one of my favorites. Oh my, I can't wait for Book 5. This fanfic is right after Book 3 and possibly even after Book 4. The war is over and Jocelyn is engaged with Luke. This story is going to be my first fanfic with chapters. This is going to be an ongoing fanfic! I'll try to update more chapters soon. Valentine, you're an ass, but I still love you. ;_; Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter!

She found herself surrounded in a darkness so pure black and dark, that she couldn't see anything but a white figure ahead of her only a feet away from her. She couldn't see the figure clearly until the figure came closer to her and a horrid shock ran through her. The umistakable pure-white hair, the piercing black eyes that seemed like a darkened abyss that was the setting around her. Valentine. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came; only a small gasp.

"Jocelyn."

His voice was the same as she remembered; a cold yet determined calculating voice with a hint of affection. But there was something more in the voice. It sounded pleading, longing.

"Jocelyn." He said her name again, this time with a voice of disbelief and terrible sorrow. Jocelyn's heart felt her heart be crushed. His voice...His voice... She felt like crying; his voice was so pleading, so heart broken.

But she couldn't. It was Valentine. She hated him. Yet her heart felt broken inside to see Valentine so desperate and his voice filled with so much despair.

"Jocelyn...Why..? Why had you betrayed me...?" Blood started to pour out of his eyes, a crimson so dark that she didn't think that any kind of human would have blood the color like that.

"We were so happy together... I loved you. You loved me. Why...Jocelyn..." Jocelyn's breath stopped. The way he had said her name, so much sorrow, despair. Jocelyn felt crushed beyond belief. She felt like running and never looking back but her feet stood there, feeling as if they were sewed into the ground. Valentine reached out for her and his hand caressed her cheek with such a soothing and gentle caress. Jocelyn felt herself tremble.

Then, she noticed the sicking hole. In the middle of Valentine's chest a hole protruded, blooding gushing out of the gruesome wound. Jocelyn sucked her breath in, a scream slowly erupting from her chest. Pain like twisting needles shot up in her cheek and her chance to scream ubruptly went away. In her peripheral vision, she saw that Valentine had dug his nails in her cheek.

"Jocelyn..." Valentine loomed over her, his bottomless pit eyes boring in her. His face got closer, their faces only inches apart from each other. "I will never forgive you for what you did."

Jocelyn snapped her eyes open, panting and terrified to the core. Tears ran down her face and her pillow was wet from them. She looked around and sighed in relief. She was back in Luke's house, sleeping beside him. The familiar scent of the house made her slowly relax. It was just a dream. Just a dream...

"Jocelyn, are you okay?" Luke looked over to her, his eyes still filled with sleep. "Oh, yes, I'm fine, Luke. I just...need something to drink." She smiled feebly at him, hoping that the anxiety was leaving her face.

Luke frowned. She guessed that her smile wasn't helping. He sat up, stretched, and said, "What kind of drink would you like?"

"Just tea, please." Luke crawled out of bed and walked up to the door stopping at the door frame and turned to her. "Are you sure you're alright?"

Jocelyn looked down at her lap. Was she alright? The dream did frighten her terribly and she didn't want to let Luke worry much less tell him that she was dreaming about her ex-lover. She didn't think that Luke would be too fond to hear that her fiancee was dreaming about her ex-husband.

"Yes, Luke. I'm sure." She looked up at him and smiled. She saw Luke's concern soften lightly and he turned back to the door and headed out.

"I will never forgive you for what you did." The words echoed in her mind and fear and paranoia crept up in her.

He will never forgive me. A terrible dread washed over her, and silently, she started to cry.