Disclaimer: I don't own Mortal instruments or any of it's charecters. (wish I did though)
Camille is going to be here for most of the story. At least that is what I am planning. I hate Camille more than anything but I thought it would be fun to add a little love triangle. Don't hate me! :)
Chapter 4
Magnus and Camille stood in front of the forest, looking in. It was dark and the trees were moving in the wind. They seemed menacing and dangurous.
"Are you ready?" Magnus asked his girlfriend.
"Always." Camille purred.
Magnus snorted and walked towards the woods. Camille ran up to catch him and linked thier arms. It was even darker inside and Magnus could barley see a thing. There was no sign of life or any magical activity.
"So what are we going to do when we find the Solitas?" Camille asked.
Magnus was taken aback for a second. He hadn't actually thought about that.
"Umm..." He started. "Use our instincts."
Camille stopped dead in her tracks. "You mean you have no plan?! What if we come face to face with the Solitas?!" She screamed.
"No-one has seen his face." Magnus whispered.
"Now is not the time to get smart with me, Magnus Bane! We're going to die!"
"Stop being such a drama queen." Magnus hissed. Usually he was on the receaving end of that statment but on this rare occasion, he we saying it.
"I'm not being a drama queen. I'm being rational!" Camille yelled.
"Well if you keep being 'rational' then we're going to get..."
Magnus stopped half way through his sentence. People were emerging from the shadows, glaring at them. "Seen."
Magnus glared at Camille like the other warlcoks were to them.
"Oops." She muttered.
"Oops?!" Now it was his turn to yell. The warlocks laughed. It was a cold, sharp laugh. The sort of laugh that when you heard it, you knew you were the prey in the hunt. The warlocks encircled them, forcing them to go back to back.
"What have we here?" One of them sneered.
"A couple out on a romantic walk?" Asked another.
The walked with sort of cat-like movements, ready to pounce at any moment. Magnus knew instantly that they were the Solitas' men. The way they looked at Magnus like he was food.
"Shall we do it, boys?" A female voice.
They all smiled in responce and prepared to launch. Magnus squeezed his eyes shut. Damn Camille. Damn her! At least now, I would be with Alec. Back in his warm arms that always felt so safe. He smiled slightly and braced himself for death.
"Stop!" Boomed a voice. It was somewhat familiar. Magnus' eyes snapped open tk find the source of it. He couldn't. But he did see that all the other warlcoks had stopped and were on their knees at Magnus' feet.
"Camille?" Magnus hissed.
"I'm fine." She replied, not bothering to ask how he was.
"But you said that we could kill anyone who dared enter our land!" Whined one of the warlocks.
"I did indeed." Said the familiar voice. "But these are..." He emerged from the shadows, his long, black cape flowing behind him. His face was covered by the shadow of the hood put Magnus could see two bright, silver eyes. They shone menacingly. The Solitas. "Personal acquaintances."
'Personal acquantances'? How on earth did they know they know the Solitas? The Solitas stepped closer, as if examining them and the other warlocks backed away.
"Why are you here?" He said quietly. Magnus thought his voice sounded a little hurt but he couldn't think why.
Camille Magnus' hand. "We were on a walk."
"I knew it!" Laughed one of the warlocks and the Solitas sent him an icy glare. He bowed his head and shut up.
"A walk?" Scoffed the Solitas. "You expect me to belive that you were on a walk and happened to stummble across my dwelling? I am not stupid, Camille. Though you did always think I was."
He knew her name! So he did know them!
"How do you know my name?" Camille's voice was shaky.
"Oh, Camille." Cooed the Solitas. But that was all he said. Magnus thought that he was probably one of Camille's exes by the sound of it. The Solitas stretched out a hand a tucked a bit of hair behind Camille's ear. She flinched and he smiled. Magnus just stared at his arm. It looked young and fresh no Magnus could only assume that the Solitas looked about 20. But it wasn't that that caught his eye. It was the fact that his arm was covered on runes. Runes! But the Solitas was a Warlock! There was no way!
"Runes." Magnus whispered unintentionally. The Solitas spun to face him, anger evident in his eyes.
"Yes." He snapped.
"But you're a Warlock."
"No."
"A shadowhunter?"
"No."
"Then what are you?"
The Solitas didn't answer but looked Magnus up and down. "You haven't changed a bit."
"Who are you?" Magnus inquired. The Solitas just smirked. He turned away and started walking towards the trees.
"Come on you two." I called.
When neither Magnus or Camille moved he sighed.
"Or my family could tear you apart, if you prefer."
They instantly ran to catch him up and followed him into the woods. Magnus couldn't help but notice that he had used the word 'family'. Not 'tribe' or 'followers.' Family. And that confused Magnus even more.
