AN:New chapter! Yeah!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare except for Robert de Valois. He is mine.

Magnus woke up to a singing voice. Tha last thing he remembered from last night was ... nothing. He couldn't remember last night, only what he did during the day.

He had arrived in France, sure of finding Camille in Paris. There, Magnus fought a few demons that tried to get him and he remembered getting hit. The rest was all blury. The moon on the dark sky, a blurry face looking down at him. Soft hands caressing his face. A sting. Then he remembered long fingers running through his hair and falling asleep wondering why was this lady helping him.

Magnus opened his eyes to see who the owner of the sweet voice was but closed them again when the light hit his eyes. He tried to open them again, this time expecting the light and was able to adjust to the brightness. He was in a large room with dark blue walls covered with paintings from different ages. At a dark corner the owner of the voice stood sitting, her eyes half closed with lack of sleep. It was Camille.

She wasn't looking at him as she was singing quietly, but Magnus could see the deep cracks on the porcelain. Her lips were still red but a little bit lighter. Her long hair was tied back loosely, a few strands fell over her eyes. She was wearing a black shirt and jeans. It was the first time he'd seen her in something more modern.

Magnus tried to talk but all he was able to let out was a groan. Camille's head snapped at his direction, her eyes wide open, concern covering her face. She got up and -very quickly- went through the shadows to close the drapes and then walked to him. She took his hand.

"What's wrong? Does something hurt? The wound is not opened or bleeding. Did I miss something? A bruise or something else? What is it?" Camille's voice was speaking fast. Magnus smiled and her face relaxed. "I'm being too protective, aren't I?" Magnus nodded slightly.

"All I want to do is get up and stretch," he said. Camille helped him get up and held him so he wouldn't fall. She explained to him that she had found him laying on a street half conscious, his face bloody from a scar. She had taken him to her studio in Paris.

"I didn't know why you were here or who to call and the sun was coming out. I had no idea what else to do. I wasn't going to let you in the streets for vampires and demons to kill you," she added when she saw him raise his eyebrows.

"Are you sure it wasn't for something else? You seem pretty hungry," he teased. She smiled. But the smile was wiped of her face as she fell on the cold floor. She started shaking, and Magnus could see her fangs. More dark veins were shown on her flawless skin. Magnus kneeled beside her, his hand on the small of her back. He could feel the vibration. He quickly uncovered his wrist from the fabric of his shirt and held it close to her face. Camille turned her head. he knew that she couldn't do it to him. She would never drink his blood, but it was an emergency.

'Camille, do nothing and you'll die. This time you won't come back from your grave. Drink my blood. If something happens to me, it is on me. Come on." Magnus was almost yelling.

AN: Cliffhanger! HaHaHa! You must hate me! But I'll try to upload as soon as I can.