Long Lost Queen

Chapter 3

The group of supernaturals had regathered in a sitting room, sitting on couches and sipping drinks. Kat couldn't remember the last time she felt so safe. She was in a huge institute with people who seemed to genuinely be interested in her. Not just for her family name, but for her. They had all been sitting in this room for hours, talking.
Magnus had explained in great detail their history.
*flashback*
The two met in the early 1920's and instantly had become friends. Her and Magnus shared everything with each other, and would wander the streets of New Orleans, stumbling and laughing, rejoicing in the feeling of friendship. The pair remained friends throughout the 20's and into the 30's. When the Great Depression hit the United States, the two returned to Erilea. She was hesitant to return. The Lannisters, her families murderers, knew she was still alive. They would want her gone the second they could lay there filthy claws on her. Magnus convinced Kat it would be safe to return to Erilea, that enough years had passed, that they wouldn't be concerned with her anymore. He was wrong.
She was safe for less than a year. Her and Magnus were wandering the forest that evil night, enjoying being back in their home, among other supernaturals, hunting demons. Kat felt like she could fly back then. She was young for an immortal, powerful and full of life. She ran though the woods, shooting her arrows into the bellies of demons, while Magnus fought them with his magic. Suddenly, it had become quiet, and the pair felt like they were being watched. Kat was immediately taken with fear, her heart pounding out of her chest.
She ran to Magnus, screaming, "They found me! They found me!" Magnus was trying to calm her, and walk her from the woods, when it happened. They dart hit her directly in her spine, the vervain and Wolfsbane mixture already flowing in her veins. Kat shrieked, the pain excruciating, the strength leaking from her body. Her knees gave out and she fell to the ground, Magnus trying to catch her.
"No! No Kat don't! You're too strong for this!" Magnus was hysterical. He could feel the men surrounding them in the trees, watching him sob over his dearest friends weakening body. He bent his body over hers, desperately trying to protect her, but he couldn't. The men ripped him from her unconscious body, it falling to the ground with a sickening thud. Magnus was livid and he shot blue fire at the Lannister's slaves trying to get them to let him go, but they were too strong. They tied up his hands so he couldn't enchant them. They were vampires, moving too fast for his warlock reflexes to keep up.
They dragged Magnus through the woods, carrying Kat's body with them. Magnus kicked and tried to fight them, but it was hopeless. They arrived at a small clearing, and when Magnus saw the hole in the ground and the stone door, he knew it was over. They dragged him to a tree and tied him to it. A blonde male with deep black eyes swaggered towards Magnus and bent down sneering in his face. His fangs glinted in the moonlight, and Magnus had never felt rage and hatred so pure as he had in that moment. He roared and tried to break free of his restraints, but the vampire simply grabbed his arms and snapped them like twigs. Magnus's vision went white and he gasped. When he could see again, he saw two other vampire slaves holding Kat's body up by her arms.
"Say goodbye to the last Targaryen, Warlock.," the vampire spoke with a smirk. Magnus tried to scream, but found he couldn't make a sound.
"The Lannisters send their regards," all three vampires spoke as they threw Kat's body into the tomb, sealing the stone door. Magnus was frozen in place, unable to move, victim to his mental and physical pain. The vampires approached him, laughing.
"What do you say friends?," the blonde haired leader spoke. "I find I'm a little hungry." He leaned towards Magnus and sank his venomous fangs into his neck. His last thoughts before the world went black were three simple words: "I failed her...I failed her..."
Magnus awoke three days later, in a ditch, miles from Kat's tomb. He spent years searching for it, but no matter how hard and desperately he looked, he could not find the eternal prison of his closest friend.
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She keep feeling Alec's gaze on her throughout the night, when she was reuniting with Magnus, dancing with Izzy and Clary, or having Simon try to teach her video games.
She knew she was foolish for trusting these people so quickly, but Magnus was here. Magnus. She had thought she would never see her dear friend again when she was ripped from his arms and thrown in the ground.
Magnus had approached Kat with caution and shock, believing she would attack him, hate him, for bringing her back to Erilea, to her doom. But Kat loved Magnus, and forgave him the second she saw his face. She was also relieved Magnus had spared her the struggle of explaining that piece of her past to her new friends.
Kat's life was much like a puzzle, beginning in the late 1800's, spanning to the present. Some pieces were warm colors, her happy times and memories, but the majority were cool colors, dark blues and purples of the pain she'd lived through. She knew eventually she would complete this puzzle with her new friends, but for the present she hoped she could enjoy the feeling of being welcome. Of not being afraid everytime someone touches her. She wanted to relive the past with Magnus, and look forward to the future with Alec and the others.