Hey people! It's been a while but here's the next chapter! Also, sorry for all the spelling errors in the last three chapters and i apologise in advance for any errors in this one!

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Chapter 4

Magnus made his way through the packed club towards the vampire and noticed someone with him.

Seraphina.

He picked up his pace and finally squeezed between a couple of people. "Finally, I thought I'd never find you." Magnus huffed as he came to stand beside Elliot and Seraphina. She noticed him and cursed under her breath. "Alec sent you. You can tell him I'm not going back." She hissed, her eyes angry and her words sharp. The neon blue paint on her face stood out strongly against her tan skin. "Everyone's out looking for you. You may as well come back." Magnus replied. Elliot glanced at the warlock and the Shadowhunter. "Well then since you two seem to be busy, I'll go to the bar. I find myself in need of a margarita. It was fun raving with you Sera. See you around." He bid them farewell and went off in search of a drink amidst the loud music.

"C'mon." Magnus said and led Seraphina to a booth. "What do you want? You take me back? Because I'm not going." She made her point clear. "I'm not going to do anything. I'm not going to make you do anything either. All I want to do is talk." Magnus replied coolly, magicking a tequila into his hand. "Why?"

Such a simple question of a single word and that stumped Magnus. How should he reply?

"Why run off? Because you think they'd be better off without you? Because you don't want them to fight over you? Or have you been running all your life?" Magnus asked, sipping his drink. Seraphina remained silent for a bit and that gave Magnus some time to actually observe. Long hair had been pulled back into a loose ponytail, coppery skin had been streaked with neon paint and she was in a black hoodie. Her eyes seemed to be reflective matt black discs in the light of the club. He could understand why his son was so enthralled by her. She was quite the pretty picture.

"I've always had the issue of being disliked. There's always been that one person who hates me wherever I go. It's been a regular thing but I hoped it would stop by now. It hasn't as you can tell and frankly I'm sick of it. Sick of the hate. Sick of the pain. Sick of losing everyone I love. You have no clue how many times I've tried to end it. I've been stopped countless times. Sometimes by people I know, other times by a force. I used to think it was a guardian angel. Now I'm not so sure." She said, keeping her gaze levelled. Now that Magnus looked at her, he realised that there was something about her that seemed a little off. He felt a strange tugging sensation like he was connected to her and yet that could not be possible. She was of angelic blood and he was of demonic blood. It was queer.

"I'm not going to convince you to stay. Neither am I going to convince you to go. I'm only going to say this, you're special. I feel that something about you is different. Derek probably can sense it too but he dislike's it. Toni can sense it too, and he's taking a different approach to it. All I'm saying is that different perspectives affect people's decisions. They don't hate you Seraphina. Maybe Derek does, but really who does Derek like anyway?" Magnus reasoned. He saw her contemplating he words.

She looked doubtful.

"If you choose to stay, I promise to be here if you need me. A father figure if you will. But if you choose to go, I'd suggest going to the London Institute. They'd be happy to have you there. A friend of mine frequents that place and she'll be charmed to meet you. It's your choice." Magnus pressed slightly, taking another sip of his drink.

Sera looked down at her hands for a bit.

Magnus really wanted to get out of the place. The trance music was really starting to give him a headache. He didn't get how Seraphina liked it.

She looked up at last.

...

They'd searched till midnight and still no sign of her. Toni was beginning to give up completely when they'd returned to the Institute. He'd gone straight to his room to get showered and changed and Alec dismissed everyone else to their rooms. He'd stay up waiting for word from Magnus. Toni ended up staying up with him. He couldn't sleep, wouldn't be able to sleep knowing Seraphina was out there when times were dangerous.

He was sitting in the library with Alec, sketching lazily on his sketchpad, a mug of black coffee that Alec topped up occasionally at his side. Alec himself was seated on am armchair, reading, his cellphone sitting beside him.

Around two that morning, Alec's phone rang and he picked it up in a hurry. Toni watched him take the call and soon he was following his father sprinting out of the library to the main entrance. Magnus was standing there with a sleepy looking Seraphina at his side, face and arms streaked with neon blue and yellow paint. "Thank the Angel you two are safe." Alec sighed in relief. Toni looked at Seraphina and she glanced at him before looking down at her shoes. "C'mon, let's get you some rest." He smiled softly and helped Seraphina upstairs. He cast a backward glance at his parents to catch them exchange a chaste kiss.

...

"Sorry about all the trouble." Sera apologised softly as they headed to her room. "No need to apologise." Toni was careful not to add I would have done it all again in a heartbeat if only to see you safe. "It's not your fault anyway."

She tsked under her breath. "How'd you get covered in paint anyway?" Toni asked curiously. "Rave. I bumped into Elliot who took me to a club where some new DJ was playing." She yawned as they arrived at her room. "Heh." Toni replied. "Alright then, you get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

She smiled weakly at him as she opened the door. "And don't go running off on me again." He chuckled. Seraphina looked back him and rolled her eyes, wishing him a goodnight.

She'd be too tired to run away even if she'd tried.

...

The morning Seraphina awoke with a headache. She groaned and went to the bathroom to wash up. She hadn't bothered washing off the paint the previous night, tired enough as it was from the walking that she knocked out the moment she'd hit the bed. She splashed her face with cold water and looked at herself in the mirror and for a moment she thought she saw her eyes go all black and a pair of wings appear behind her. She shook her head to clear it of the illusion and stared at her reflection.

What the heck? She thought. She washed her face again and got dressed. No way in Hell was she going out today. She pulled on a pair of high-waisted shorts and a black tank. She threw on her dark green and blue plaid over it and left it unbuttoned before heading down to the kitchen, her dark green Chuck Taylor's squeaking occasionally on the marble floor.

How's that? A little short I'm afraid but the next chapter will hopefully be longer if I'm not too busy! Reviews = Love :)