Chapter three

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I hope you like it, thank you to my reviewers! Must admit I will chop and change viewpoints as the characters speak to me. Will speaks in first person. Leave me reviews!-

I sat in the small room, how long had I sat here? An hour? A week? A month even? I doubted it was much more than that. I looked over the flat, sickly black walls, the rough concrete floor. After all my attempts, I finally got one who was her. To join me. To save me. Prove my innocence to them but of course they found me before I could consummate our love. It wasn't ethical my means of getting her here. I still had her bangle. How could she think of the pathetic breather more than me?! We could be everything together. We could have it the way it was before I turned into a cock. She was my soul mate, not that bampot. If only they'd allowed me to reincarnate. I could have won her back, they let the other two reincarnate.

A Victorian Tragedy.

It was a beautiful night, the sun shone down on the small cottage that was crammed in a clearing in between the mountains, it had belonged to a Sheppard once but he had long died and the new family moved in. The girl who was covered in bruises and her husband who was the Herondale boy. The name was covered in scandal. A sister that committed suicide. A Father that cheated on his wife and gambled away the family fortune. A mother left the father with the remaining children. The other sister was a lesbian. And the biggest scandal of them all the son. He married Tatiana Lightwood, the heiress to her Father's immense fortune. He impregnated her. Their child was christened Reuben, a fine young boy he was. At three he had his father's thick black glossy curls and mother's bright green eyes. He was already becoming haughty; he had a keen interest in hunting and fishing. He even pretend played with the cigars. They were the perfect family; the son was a good seed from a rotten bunch.

Till the yank maid seduced him with her devil like qualities. They ran off, together. He was a deserter just like his mother. Just another bad seed. They ran to the hills, they set up a life but our tragic desperate son trying so hard to forget the sister that had killed herself, the sister that chased after girls, the gambling and cheating Father and of course the mother that had left him to try fix a broken family; turned to the whiskey and tobacco. His poor little yank suffered every night he would hit her. Make her feel worthless. Tell her his demise was her fault, she was the devil. She believed him. Something happened.

They hung him. They hung him over the hills. The people were led by the town Pastor. The perfect one. The one that begged the little yank to pick him. The son couldn't have anyone take his little one away; the son couldn't have anyone's hands on his little one. She was his. She would always be his. This battle would wage on. The son won for now.

Present down world.

I shook my head, trying to forget finding her dead. The people blaming me. I was innocent. I had to prove it, I could get her to remember her past life, and I could prove to them I was innocent. They'd let us go to Idris. Our bliss. Together. Happy.

I swung back on my legs, trying to feel the back wall for loose bricks and loose spaces; I wondered… hm. Wait a minute the dagger. I yanked my dagger out my coat pocket, quickly working the bricks trying to see if any were loose. The bricks were large I could with a little difficulty slide out. I found one in the bottom corner, extremely loose. This wouldn't take a lot of work; I quickly pushed it out. I placed the dagger back in my pocket as I pushed my hands against it and shoved gently. A similar feeling to adrenaline pumping through me as I watched it fall down the long hill. I pushed my callused hands out towards a large and crooked but very dead and bare white oak tree, my anchor to freedom. I could taste freedom and death. Shit, they'd put me in death worlds prison. That was the furthest away from everywhere. I quickly stood up dusting myself off as I walked towards the path that would lead me home.

A few hours later as I walked through the dead forest. I could see something strange, life. It lingered like a bad smell at a party as the path started to sprout small flowers and grass. The bird's skeletons tweeting a tune. The smell of life floating through the air. Her scent. The scent of life. I took a long deep sniff, it still smelled the same. It had never changed. The light almost like chalk smell with a slight of hint violets. It smelled like home. He smiled, and sprinted forwards. His ears picked up on the faint trickling noise of water, shit she really had landed with a bang. I could see the opening of the woods as I escaped into the hustle and bustle of the city. The automobiles and horse and carriages whizzing around, nobody bothering about speed really. We were already dead; all we could do is drink. I walked towards my old haunt. Smith's it was a bar/opium den (opium had an effect on the dead oddly enough as did alcohol) it even served up all the warlocks, demons and other horrible supernatural's needs for curses etc. I slid in the front door; I could already hear the loud angry voices, the smell of cheap and nasty alcohol and not to forget the sweet and succulent smell of opium. Although nothing would ever smell as good after smelling my Tessa again. I was going to have to find her in this shithole of a town but patience. All good things come to those who wait. I walked up to the bar; digging in my pocket for a few coins and I threw them at the bar tender. I just wanted to forget the past for a while. Convince myself I was worthy of her again.

I never would be. She would always deserve the pastor. But I just couldn't allow that, she was mine. All mine.

- Thank you for reading, I actually have a pretty good idea where I'm going with it now. The yank is a past Tessa just to confirm and Will was the son. I may do a sort of story of little chapters of flashbacks like that about Magnus', Will's, Tessa's and Jem's previous lives. Please leave me reviews, so I know it's good and whether to continue. Not Beta'd all my own mistakes.-