Okay, i'm so sorry that it's been so ridiculously long, but life has been INCREDIBLY stressfull so not a good time to write, otherwise i might write emotionless, eventless, rubbish, which i don't wnat to do. SO finally when things calmed down i wrote THIS! :)

I hope that you all like it and i am afraid i cannot promise another update to arrive very soon, as i am going to CYPRUS with my netball team and i am SOFREAKINGEXCITED! :D

But yes, i leave on Tuesday the 25th (?) of October and i return on Monday the 31st of October...so i don't get to go trick-or-treating...I AM NOT A HAPPY BUNNY! :( also, i was going to go to the MCM Expo on the 30th of October but i can't go to that either, and my niece is coming over from Denmark when i am in Cyprus so i won't get to see her and i NEVER get to see her and she's growing up so fast and she's just started crawling and i am seriously annoyed that i'm missing all of that...but of course i'll miss not giving you lovely people new updates the most ;)

I'll try and put up as much as i can before i leave and you know what sucks? I get 4 days of relaxing holiday then 6 days of sweating and playing netball in the heat of Cyprus then i get back at 10ish on the monday night...and i have to go back to school the next morning...F.M.L.

Oh well, i shall get a tan and THAT shall be the highlight of my holiday xD honestly i would be excited for going to Cyprus but there are so many things i'll be missing it just doesn't seem worth it anymore, but i am still going and i am hell-bent on enjoying myself!

Read on my good people and i shall return here when i have a new chapter

Chapter 14

Magnus' long legs stretched out in front of him as he ran, Tessa sprinting faithfully by his side as they sped past unsuspecting pedestrians, knocking them off their feet and leaving them looking confusedly into empty air as the glamoured Warlocks ran by with only one destination in mind. Tessa kept stealing glances towards Magnus, and each time, she saw the determined look on his face, and yet, because she knew him so well, she could see the fear, the pure, unbridled terror that was unfurling in Magnus' chest. Tessa felt it too. She had never even met this little girl, but she feared for her safety; no child should have to go through as much trauma as this little girl had—albeit unknowingly—gone through; but, aside from that, one thing she knew, was how happy Clary made Magnus, so she was fighting for her because of the effect she had on her friend. She was willing to protect anyone who meant this much to Magnus so that was why she was trailing after the tall Warlock who abruptly turned left, making her skid before darting after him again, and was now sprinting down a miniscule, shadowed alleyway that eventually gave way to a tiny, damp courtyard, with tall buildings boxing them in on every side.

Magnus stopped dead and Tessa stumbled to his side, huffing and puffing, noticeably red in the face. The smell abruptly infiltrated her senses and she gagged, looking around her at the weeds growing through the cobble stones, and the rotting boxes, reduced to mulch, in one corner of the yard.

"She's here?" She asked breathlessly and looked towards what she could see, through the shadows, of her friend and saw as he nodded slowly. She looked back up, they were standing in front of a house that was built into the side of a grey stone building, and, had they been a mundane, it could have been viewed as derelict; but as it was, they looked past the glamour and they saw the crumbled wall of the house was complete, with ivy climbing up towards the perfectly intact roof several stories above. But as Magnus' eyes roved over the building, he gasped with his eyes wide as he took in the small details. The door had been shredded and barely hung on its hinges, swinging eerily backwards and forwards in the breeze. Some of the windows had been shattered and shards of glass were scattered every which way; but a frown soon took place of the shock; it looked…lived in, he noted this as he saw that soft lights were on in the upstairs bedroom; he felt the warmth that emanated from the house and, through a broken window, he could see an ancient gramophone with a multitude of records stacked by its side, a single disk was rotating on the platform of the player, but it had clearly been playing for a long time, as the needle was tracing the indentations around the edges, now it was emitting crackling noises, that were only audible for those who were listening; as was the gentle weeping.

Magnus head snapped up at the sound and he hastily sucked his lip between his teeth and worried it before a resolute look sprung into his eyes and after he filled his lungs with a deep breath, he leapt forwards, without so much as a knock on the remains of the tattered door, he flicked his wrist and it dropped off its hinges, flakes of paint fluttered to the floor, and he was running in over it with a clatter and straight up the stairs.

Tessa did not hesitate at all, she was hot on Magnus' heels as they went up the staircase, and they heard the panicked murmuring of voices as the Warlocks' footsteps resounded through the partially empty house then they heard a shuffling of feet, by now they were outside of the door that had a rectangle of light shining from under it.

Tessa raised her hand to knock, but Magnus grabbed her wrist and gave her a look that screamed 'Are you insane?'…clearly he had other ideas. He gripped the handle and threw the door open.

They made to step forwards but halted instantly when they were faced with a tight-lipped Jocelyn standing on the other side of the now open door, and she held a long—extremely pointy, Tessa noted instantly—sword that was glowing a pure angelic white, Luke was standing beside her, with a crossbow and a spray bottle of holy water.

Both adults jumped back as the door was slammed open, and reflexively, due to the shock of the door being ripped open, Luke squeezed down on the bottle, spraying Tessa—who cried out indignantly—in the face.

When Jocelyn saw Magnus, her eyes widened and she took in a sharp breath.

"Magnus?" She asked waveringly, the sword throwing odd shadows onto her face and making her shadowhunter marks shimmer.

Luke stood there, frozen in a state of shock, weapons still poised, whilst Tessa was making odd, huffing noises, trying to wipe the water from her face. She mopped the liquid off her face with her scarf then turned her attention to Luke and after she narrowed her eyes at him she pushed the hand holding the spray down to his side, glaring all the while.

Magnus looked at Jocelyn with fear in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, he didn't trust himself to speak louder or to say anything else to be honest, he was afraid he's break down in hysterics, but right now, he was needed and crying wouldn't help anyone here.

"Don't apologise." Jocelyn said quickly, "Magnus, I'm sorry if I ever—"

"Mrs Fray?—I'm sorry, but now is not the time." Tessa broke in quickly; Magnus seemed to snap out of his self-pitying state and when Jocelyn lowered her weapons and stepped to the side, he strode past her without a second look; his eyes were already fastened onto the small lump buried under the covers on the small rickety bed, he rushed to her side and gently pulled back to covers which concealed the only person he wanted to see.

Slowly, a curly head of fiery curls came into view and Magnus felt sobs build up in his throat as her face came into view, her hair was plastered to her forehead by sweat, her eyes were closed, but as soon as the cold air hit her face they snapped open, and Magnus stepped back in shock, dropping the covers back onto the lower half of her body.

Her once gloriously bright green eyes were now a pitch black; they were wandering and unseeing as her eyelids flickered restlessly. A shallow wheezing was coming from her throat as she tried to breathe; all of her veins were raised and instead of blue they were black and looked as if they had been drawn on by a felt tip marker.

It terrified Magnus.

Tessa saw this and felt her mouth drop open in horror—it appeared as if everyone was too focussed on Clary's state, that they hadn't even asked Tessa who she was, but she didn't care, this was truly worthy of her being ignored—she stepped forwards hastily, standing next to Magnus.

"It's not just her psyche. Magnus this is dark magic" She whispered to the taller Warlock in panic, Magnus however, was frozen and Tessa leant forwards to rest the back of her right hand on Clary's forehead, jumping backwards and colliding with Magnus, whose arms came up instinctively to steady her when the nine-year-olds eyes rolled back and only the whites of her eyes were visible and her body began to convulse.

Jocelyn made a choked noise and was immediately engulfed in a hug, she rested her head on Luke's shoulder, hiding her face from the sight of her daughter whilst Luke gripped onto her tightly, keeping her anchored as he held his own tears back.

"No! Clary, CLARY! Please look at me! Clary-Beary, come on!" Magnus sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his arms hurriedly yet tenderly, pressing his warm cheek against her cool and slick one.

Her heavy and laboured breathing slowed and eased, but the convulsing still continued. Magnus felt himself grip her tighter, he didn't know what to do, he was panicking… he was helpless.

He had never felt so useless before; one of the only people he cared for in this entire world needed him and he couldn't help her.

Sobs began to build up in his throat as he thought of what was happening to her.

But he could only think one thing.

It's all my fault.

"I'm so sorry Clary; please forgive me." He wept, and let the tears run freely down his face; he allowed them to leak onto Clary's face and let them fall into her matted hair which he caressed as he wept for his mistake.

"I did this Clary, I'm so sorry, this is all my fault. All my fault." He whispered as his voice wavered and only whimpers would escape his lips.

Suddenly, Clary stopped convulsing and Magnus looked at her face in hope. Suddenly a loud sob broke free and he rested his forehead against hers. Her head had lolled backwards and her mouth had been slack and hanging open; but her eyes, once black, had returned to their original green, but they didn't hold any emotion or life, they were still, and glassy.

Magnus' heart broke in two.

"Don't leave me!" He shouted angrily, putting his face in her hair, which, despite its current state, still managed to smell just like her, fresh and the perfume of pure innocence, and he breathed in her scent for what may be the last time as the tears continued to fall from his eyes.

"Magnus—" Tessa stepped forwards, her hand landed on Magnus' shoulder, and gripped tightly when he tried to shake her off.

"Leave me alone!" He said hopelessly, his entire body shaking with sobs.

"Magnus!"

He raised his head slightly, his gaze lifting to his friends' in confusion and despair.

"How did you do that?" She asked in wonder, a small amazed smile pulling at the corners of her mouth, tears of disbelief gathering in her eyes and she sniffed, trying not to let them fall.

"What?" Misery and confusion clouded his senses and he didn't feel it as a small hand came up and ran itself through the tips of his hair.

Then he heard it.

A tiny, timid whisper.

Just one word.

One tiny word.

Whispered.

So quietly.

"Meow."

One word had never sounded so beautiful to him before as he slowly looked down in shock into the beautiful green eyes that haunted his dreams.

Well there you go! I hope this didn't stress you all out too much :)

See you next time!

Loads'a'love,

From,

Alicia

xxxx