-Present Day-

That was me, all those years ago. The boy who couldn't control his powers until one day… he did. But looking back on it, maybe I did the wrong thing. I should have ran. I should have hid. I should have disappeared, pretended like I was normal.

Maybe then I wouldn't be where I am now.

-Chapter Three-

"Magnus! Magnus, I need your help!"

"Give me a second!" I roll out of bed and grab an electric-blue silk robe, trying not to trip down the sairs as I rush to the door and fling it open. Alec Lightwood is standing there, covered in blood and carrying Jace.

"Set him on the couch."

"Thanks." He does just that and I kneel down, examining the different cuts and bruises all over the Shadowhunter's body.

"Where did you go last night?"

"Oh... um…" Alec blushes and I smile, loving how cute he looks. "Well there was a demon attack and I needed to go so I slipped away for a little bit…"

"Well warn me next time, would you? The bed is rather cold without you in it."

"I didn't think of that." Jace moves underneath my hands, eyes fluttering open.

"Wha-where am I?"

"My apartment."

"Oh, hey, Magnus! You seem extra glittery this morning."

"Thank you. What happened to you?" Out of the corner of my eye I see Alec shift his weight to his left foot, indicating that he doesn't want Jace to tell me.

"Well there were some demons at a grave yard."

"Mm hmm. And?"

"Alec wanted to protect this one grave."

"A relative?"

"Er... not quite." Alec cuts in, looking nervous. I glance back at him and he looks down, clearly not wanting to make eye contact.

"Then whose was it?"

"Your mother's."

"My what?! I don't... I mean, I can't…Who told you?" I stand up, blue flames circling around my fingers.

"No one! Well, someone, but it was a Silent Brother, so no one, really!"

"Magnus? Are you finished with me?" Jace sits up, wincing as another wave of poison courses through his bloodstream.

"Yes. Alec, you finish. I'll be right back."

"Magnus, wait!" But I'm already gone, disappearing from my apartment and re-appearing in the grave yard. Someone probably saw me, but it doesn't matter at this point. There's a reason I don't tell Alec about my past. He would see me differently… just like everyone else would.

My mother's gravestone is in the third row, almost impossible to read. But one part stands out, as bold as it was the day that she was buried.

Bane.

And next to her, just as hard to read, is the monster that I used to call my father. I create a green ball of fire, not bothering to check if anyone is watching, and throw it at the stones, watching as they burn the same way that both my parents had.

"Magnus."

"Alec?" He places a hand on my shoulder, watching the graves burn.

"I'm really sorry. But why didn't you tell me?"

I step back quickly, glaring at him with my golden-green cat's eyes. "Because I'm a Demon, Alec! Don't you understand? Warlocks aren't 50% Demon and 50% Human! We lean more towards one then the other. And I'm more Demon then I am human. I still hear voices, I still burn things for fun, and I still don't regret killing a whole village!"

"You're not a Demon; you're a Downworlder like every other Warlock, and Vampire, and Werewolf! You can't help the way you were born, and the way I heard that, the village got what it deserved!"

"But I didn't." Alec's face changes then, eyes becoming angrier then I've ever seen them before.

"You're right. You didn't. Because you deserved a hell of a lot better than what you got."

"Alec, this is part of the reason I don't think we should be together. You hunt demons, and I am one. Every time you kill a demon I find myself thinking, what if that was my brother? Or my sister? Or my Father?"

"And that's okay! Because they could be. But the good thing about you is... well, that you're good. You're not like them. Not even a little. You may not be human, but you're not a demon either. You're a Warlock. And you're my Warlock." He steps forward and throws his arms around me, surprising both of us.

"I look over at the still-burning grave stones and sigh. "Maybe... maybe you're right. I should have told you. I just thought... I mean, when I was younger I did all those horrible things…"

"But that was when you were LITTLE. You're 823 now! It was in the past!"

I laugh before remembering the boy laying on my couch.

"Do you think we should get back to Jace?"

"Oh. Ya... Probably. I gave him a potion but-" I lean down and kiss him, not stopping until we step through the portal that I make with a quick flick of my wrist.

"Um.. guys?"

"One moment, Shadowhunter. If you ruin this I will set you on fire."

"I see now that the circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant. It is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are."- Mewtwo, Pokemon.