Chapter 4

Dreams can twist your emotions like no reality can -Neal Shusterman

1 week later…

The sun's light seeped through a large multicolored glass making the white marble floor have shines of different colors. It was a rich and clean room with polished white marble floors and walls. Chandeliers with green emeralds hung on the ceiling, and the several multicolored glass made the room bright.

In the middle of that quiet and isolated was a beautiful bride and groom dancing gracefully. A bride with long elegant arms and fiery red hair. The white dress, she was wearing, had slight puffs on the sleeves and shining pearls were sewed in the waistline. A gold outline was on placed on the sweetheart-neckline showing off her green skin even if her pale skin glamour was quite powerful.

Twirling the bride was a groom named Magnus who was a tall man with almond shaped eyes. His hair was spiked up like a porcupine's and his cinnamon skin contrasted with his black silk suit. A purple-blue tie was wrapped around his tie and his top buttons were unclasped.

Smiles were plastered on their faces. Oh but how gullible they were, for one of them only had an unsure fake one that quickly turned to a frown.

"Is something wrong?" The bride-Rose-asked noticing the unsure look on Magnus' face as they both danced. Her head was slightly cocked sidewards, the habit she always had when she felt confused, worried, and disappointed all at the same time.

"It's nothing.." Magnus assured even if he averted his eyes from Rose and stared at the window beside her face.

Suddenly, Rose stomped on his foot and Magnus yelped in pain. They paused from their dance as Magnus held his swollen shoe-cover foot. It was quite a painful stomp especially because of the high silver heels Rose was wearing.

"What was that for?" Magnus snarled at Rose, annoyed.

Rose gave him that certain usual cold look and folded her arms across her chest. "That's for not telling me the truth."

"That doesn't mean you have to….." Magnus started but Rose gave him an icy glare.

Magnus sigh with a knowing glance and smile on his face. Rose had always been quite cold and stubborn. She had a glare like frozen daggers and a tongue like a snake's, but he knew that there was a heart of gold underneath her cold snowy attitude. She always was quite compassionate and warm underneath; maybe that's what Magnus saw in her.

Rose huffed the warm air around her and tried to keep her gaze away from Magnus which she was failing at, but she knew the red curls framing her face covered her worried eyes. But Magnus only gave a soft and knowing smile from her stubborn action and grabbed her long-fingered hand softly.

"We still didn't finish our dance darling." Magnus's hot breath kissed Rose's earlobe. Her cheeks grew red from the heat as she felt those cinnamon long fingers dance over her palm and a tall figure press against her back.

The flowing silk on her bodice flew as Magnus twirled her till their noses were touching. Magnus smirked at Rose flushed and flustered face. Feeling her lips start to lean forward, he closed his eyes slowly leaning to touch those sweet pink lips. The heat between them started to swell as they went closer…

"Magnus!"

A pause came in their heated almost kiss. Magnus' eyes came unlocked alert, and look around confused. He knew a voice, sounding like glass, entered in his ear earlier. Rose gave a disappointed glare as she raised a pencil-thin eyebrow confused.

"Is something wrong?" Rose asked the same question again as she bit her heated lips. Her teeth seemed to be pressing against the pink skin as if it could've been Magnus' lips pressing against that heated skin.

Magnus' eyes wandered around the room looking for that voice, even peering through the multicolored window. "Did you hear something?"

"What do you mean?"

Magnus pushed his sweaty bangs against his forehead and groaned. "I swore I heard a voice…"

"Magnus!" That same voice screamed again.

This time Magnus could practically feel the distress, helplessness…everything in that voice. From the sorrow to the sadness. To even desperation and hopelessness. Even if it was as soft as a whisper, it was still loud ringing in his ear.

"Magnus!"

The guilt started to choke on him like smoke. It was painful like sharp glass. Maybe that voice was dying or perhaps being tortured. Should he help and disappoint Rose, or stay and be happy with his wife? The panic attacks and confusing decisions took over mind making him shake in uncontrollable vibrations.

"Magnus!"

"Magnus?" Rose asked with a sad look when Magnus faced away from her. "Where are you going?"

Even with her desperate and loud voice, her voices seemed blurry and soft in Magnus' ear. He couldn't hear anything else but the guilty voice in his head.

"Magnus!"

He ran to the distress voice ignoring the wife he was suppose to love.

'I'm coming for you….Alec'

The two voices in a certain far distance were screaming his name; one coming from his front and one from his behind. The two heartbreaking voices only had one intention, to find the man that broke their heart, and that certain man was the name they were calling.

Magnus Bane was that man. The man the voices were calling. The man who broke their hearts. The man who was chasing after the boy, he broke. The man who drifting away from the wife, he was going to break in a distant future.

The sweat on his face started to drip faster; it seemed like an endless race for him as he sprinted through the white marble floors. His bones were starting to ache at his decreasing adrenaline. Magnus gave a large huff and leaned on the spotless white wall.

Sweat started to stain on the ivory paint as Magnus stayed huffing and leaning on that certain wall. His knees were exhausted and his feet were aching. He never really was the most athletic person; in fact, almost everything he did involved magic even loosing weight.

The wall grew more and more damped as Magnus continued to relax and breath making the walls grow softer and softer like it was crumbling. Magnus' eyes widened as his back started to hurtle backwards. Burns started to form on his back as he winced in pain. Quickly, he cleared himself away from that weakening and heated wall.

Only falling hot flakes of black powder replaced that wall. They clouded over Magnus' eyes and made his skin burn. The powder started to surround him like the falling droplets of rain making his skin scorch even more. He felt like he couldn't breath from the dust of burning flakes. He started to suffocate and loose air.

His legs weakened from the lack of oxygen. He dropped on the pile of burning powder, making him wince and cry in pain as his jaw and chest singed. His charred skin made him feel weak and hopeless as his body was scorched from the bed of black powder. He couldn't breath. He couldn't move. It seemed like he was going to die in a bed of painful black powder.

"Magnus!"

His eyes raised, unlocked, from the blinding ash. His fingers were red and blistered as he clawed the ash, struggling to push against the rubble but he slipped and fell face-flat again. This time the powder burned him like the flames licking his skin during the middle ages. The wooden stake at his back. The burning flames licking his brown skin till it turned black and swollen, and the ropes binding his body tight.

The pain of those days when the people he had once trusted had accuse him of being a witch and laughed while watching him burn, and now he was finally dying from the same burns that licked his body.

"Magnus!"

Magnus's palm curled on the flakes and struggled to pull himself up. He knew he had to get to that voice. He just had too. The small moment of adrenaline coursed in his veins as he finally pulled his upper body away from the surface with weak and aching arms. But he slipped and fell again on the bed of ash.

The sight he only had left was the hot flakes surrounding him, burning a bright orange tint as they grew hotter. This was the end and he knew it. The only memories washing over his last moments were the images of his heartbroken wife. His ripped apart cat. Will's death bed. Tessa's hanged body when Jem had died from old age. Jace, Clary, and their miscarriage child. Simon and Isabelle dying in each other's arms.

But the last image in his flashing memories was Alec. His laugh. His smile. His tears. His blue eyes. His broken state. Everything about his beloved angel. Not the monster who killed Nicholas.

'I'm sorry…Alec' Magnus' last thoughts started to fade.

It's seemed so silent when the illusion of death came to him. It was only quiet and nothing…..just nothing. There was no pain, no feeling…..just nothing but suddenly he felt rush of a sink came on his back.

His eyes came open away from the illusion of death, and felt the powder sink and drop down the now empty surface making him hurtle down a dark abyss. There was no powder. No burns. Just a dark veil surrounding him as he kept falling.

A cold air shivered through his spine like a whisper coming through his ear.

"Oh…Magnus…you were too late."

The chilly whisper of air soon faded and Magnus was left hurtling down the abyss.

As always, he awoke with a scream, eyes snapping open and chest heaving uncontrollably. His heart hammering against his chest as he quickly arched his aching back in a sitting position. Looking down on his hands, they were no longer charred and red only smooth and scarless. The illusion of raining ash just seemed so real. He could still feel the small flames licking his feet making it numb and motionless, no longer fit for a walk outside like he always did.

Gentle cool fingers , from his behind, curled on his shoulders and drew him back on the silky surface of his bed. As he stared at the mixture of colors on his ceiling, those cool fingers caressed his forehead and twirled the smooth black thread out of his face.

"This is the fifth nightmare….this week." His wife said quietly with a few pauses.

Magnus brushed Rose's hand away from his forehead and slapped his hands over his eyes. He took a deep breath as that familiar ache came back in his head. He remained silent and motionless laying there on silky sheets, till he brought his hands away from his face and gently placed his hand over Rose's.

"It's alright…" Magnus gave a weak smile, hating that worried and trouble look on his love's beautiful face.

The curls framing Rose's heart-shaped face covered her eyes as she lowered her head, staring at the red lace of her nightgown. "Was it the same dream again?" The concern in her voice was rather quite evident as Magnus brushed his thumb on her hand, but oddly he could hear a slim…..disappointment?

Magnus sighed pinching the bridge of his nose;the confusion and emotions were starting to boil. "….I…" He gave a hesitant silence.

Rose gave a rather impatient sneer in her eyes and drew her face closer to Magnus' making her breath hit his chin. The tense silence between felt like forever till Rose's voice kissed Magnus' jaw. "It is…isn't it?"

By the intense glare Rose gave him, Magnus lowered his eyes in hesitance and submission. His eyes averted from Rose's killer grey. "…..Yes.."

A small smile graced on Rose's lips. "Thank for at least being honest.." She paused and gave a deep breath. "Just please try to not be afraid of that boy…who killed Nicholas …and John.."

A hint of guilt washed over Magnus' eyes, his hand started to sweat on his clean sheets. He never had really told his wife the complete truth about that killer. "Just go back to sleep.."

Confusion became Rose's current emotion by Magnus' rather weird statement. "You sure?….After all….your…night.."

Magnus intruded her statement by grabbing her hand and brought it to his lips. "Don't worry about me. Stress doesn't suit your pretty face." Magnus purred as Rose grew red from his hot breath touching her cold green skin.

Rose bit her bottom lip from embarassment. "You're leaving… again." She dropped her eyes as a sad look came in them. "I don't understand.."

Magnus kissed Rose's knuckles softly and kissed the tear running down her cheek. "It's alright…." He gave a comforting smile. "These 'walks' just make me feel more relaxed."

"I trust you…"Rose said.

"I trust you too.."

As Magnus left and started to change into a warm jacket and woolly boots, his mind was starting to betray him. The tears in his eyes kept falling from his never-ending guilt. Trust and honesty were the ultimate value in their relationship and marriage. No one hides anything from the other because he learned from his mistake from….

He shook his head, ignoring his upcoming thoughts, and went out for a walk in the San Francisco streets.

Author's note: I know this chapter may seem a bit draggy and not making sense but trust me it will make sense. I decided this chapter would dive more in to Magnus' emotions and relationships. Thank for reading. I tried to make my updates shorter but it turns out my chapters go shorter, so pls. tell me if you guys like shorter updates and shorter chapters or longer updaters and longer chapters.

Also please review and tell me what you think..Sorry for my wrong grammar. Also guys i have a laptop now so maybe my chapters can update faster.