Part Three: A Fit of Anger Continued

*Freddie's Point of View*

After Bella went to go change for the guests, Freddie went to the kitchen. When guests were over, he knew that was code for make yourself scarce. Freddie, who was the black son of a cook and a valet, knew that he could not be seen with Isabella, the daughter of the High Warlock of Chicago, publicly. And yet, he wished he could.

"Freddie, why do you look so down?" He looked up from the table to see his father's worried expression.

"It's nothing, Pop."

"Doesn't look like it. Tell what's wrong, boy." And so he did. He told him all of what transpired in the forest between Bella and the Goldstein's daughter. His dad looked at him sadly with tears in his eyes and pulled Freddie to his chest.

"Why are people so cruel, Pop?"

"I wish I knew, son. But don't believe a word of what the Goldstein's daughter said because that's not true." His father released him and gave him two dollars. "Now go to the shop and get you a butterscotch. Hurry before your mother starts dinner and don't tell her!"

"Thanks, Pop."

Freddie laughed and cheered up at the prospect of candy. He was too young to be deeply saddened or worried about the cruelties of the world. With two dollars, he could get a bunch of candy for him and Bella. Cream candies, French kisses, sugar plums, vanilla, cats-eyes, cinnamon, popcorn and so much more! He rushed out the door eagerly to get to the sweet shop.

Walgreen Drugs* was less than ten minutes away if he took a buggy (which he did so he reached it in no time) so he was sure he would be well before supper.

"Hey Freddie! It's been a while since I saw you in here!" Mr. Walgreen, a handsome man in his late thirties, says from behind the counter. "Where's Bella? I thought the two of you were as thick as thieves."

"She is entertaining guests so she couldn't come this time."

"Well tell her and Magnus, I say 'hello'."

"I will."

"Now what can I get you?"

"Two cream candies, two sugar plums, two French kisses, cats-eyes, and popcorn please." Freddie says, eagerly eying the new display of candies.

"That's a lot of candy! I hope you are able to finish your dinner or otherwise Mrs. Prince will box your ears!" Mr. Walgreen says jovially, wrapping the sweets in paper and handing them to him.

"I will sir. Thank you Mr. Walgreen!"

"Come back with Bella next time! Charlie wishes to play with you both!" Mr. Walgreen shouts as Freddie makes his exit. When he steps into the street, he is greeted with the sounds of life. A few older gentlemen walked buoyantly down the street as they talked of the day's events. Off in the distance he could see children playing hopscotch. Most of the shops had closed for the night but The Parisian Bakery stood open. The golden light from the glass window shined brightly on his face and he smiled. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Under the typical smells of city life, he could sense that powerful but delicate aroma of Mrs Andrew's delectable cinnamon rolls. His stomach rumbled as if in agreeance. Ah balls!* It's almost five and his mother will be worried if he isn't back soon for dinner!

He flagged down the nearest buggy; this one containing an elder man with cigar pipe. "Mr. Vaughn, can you take me to the Bane estate please?"

"Of course Freddie m'boy!" The buggy ride was short and unpleasant. Mr. Vaughn, a tough but nice man, had a habit of bashing his poor wife and her awful cooking. The whole time he went on about her poor attempt at making a ham.

"Thank you Mr. Vaughn!"

"Anytime Freddie! Tell your mother to bake me one of her famous rhubarb pies!"

"Yes sir!" He jumped down and ran as fast as he could to the side door. Chances are if he went through the front, the guests would still be here and he would get in serious trouble with his parents. "Pop, I'm back!" Freddie says loudly, slamming the door shut. He hurried to hide the candy in the treasure chest Bella had gotten him for his birthday three days ago; he planned on saving the candy for him and Bella to eat later on. He leaves the library and makes his way back to the kitchen hoping to find his mother or his father. "Poppa, I'm h-"

"I do not give a damn Ragnor." A voice cries out angrily and Catarina gasps. "Father raised me to stand up for what I believe in and to always be truthful to myself. And I, Isabella Marie Swan O'Connell, will not be friends with a bully." But wait...that's Bella. What happened? He was only gone for less than an hour.

"He is not your father," Catarina says quietly.

"I hate you." Bella says quietly and she rushes out of the room. Freddie runs after her, his heart ponding in his chest. Bella was his best friend and he would do anything to protect her. To make her feel safe and happy. He knew this as soon as he first laid eyes on her in the library and it was confirmed again once she told him her story. He would do anything to make her not cry again. Ah balls. He trips over the carpet on the stairs and falls hard on his right knee just as her door slams shut. He stands up again, hobbling up the stairs. It takes him a minute but when he gets there, he hears a sob from inside.

"Bells, open the door. It is Freddie." He hears the turning of the lock and the door opens. Bella stands there, her big brown eyes reddening and her wings revealed in all of its glory. She looks so small and so vulnerable in that too big of a nightshirt and he envelops her in a bear hug. The door closes behind them and its just the two of them.

Suddenly, he hears the pounding of heavy boots on the stairs and there is a gentle knock on the door. A voice says, "Bella, open the door!"

Bella, who had calmed down somewhat by this point, yells, "Leave me alone!"

"Open the door, now please!"

"No!" She yells again and the door locks. The doorknob begins to twists and turns with no avail but the door still does not turn. "Leave me alone."

"I will not tell you again!" The door shudders but it does not open.

"Go away Magnus." She sobs into Freddie's chest and he is doing his best to console her. He stroked her back the way his mother does when he is upset. It works and she

"Magnus, it's okay. I have her." Freddie says quietly but he knows that he heard him. Magnus sighs and says after a long pause, "Okay, okay."

A few minutes have gone by and Bella's sobs had quieted to sniffles. Her wings had gone away again, retreating as fast as they had come.

"Bella, what happened?" He says finally. She sits up and rubs her face in such a boyish manner that he was tempted to smile. She sniffles and turns her head.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Bella."

"Frederic. No." He winced. He hated being called Frederic. It was too serious for such a jovial and adventurous little boy.

"That leaves me no choice." He took a deep breath. "I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles."

There was heavy silence and Freddie's face fell. She really was not going to tell him. Then she turns to him again and finishes it, "And it grew both day and night. Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine. And into my garden stole, When the night had veild the pole; In the morning glad I see; My foe outstretched beneath the tree."

He smiles at her triumphantly and she smiles a tiny bit back. For now that is enough.

Freddie grasped her hand. "Talk to me, Bells? What happened?" And she did. She told him about the tea party, Magnus's and Catarina's reactions, and then she cried. Freddie pulled her to his chest as she cried, rubbing her head and muttering words of reassurance. She stopped crying once more and said, "Fred, read to me?"

"Yeah, of course." He scrambled off the bed and went to the bookshelf. He picks one of their favorites; Jane Eyre. Bella liked the romance and Freddie liked the crazy wife. When he came back, she was already underneath the blankets. He jumped on the bed and she giggled.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes." She smiled again. This smile was bigger and wider than the first. It made him happy to see. He opened the book and begin to read.

"There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so pen- etrating, that further out-door exercise was now out of the question." As they were nearing the part where Jane was forcibly held in the Red Room, he noticed that she had fallen into a peaceful sleep. He put the book on the bedside table and turned the lantern off.* Before leaving and quietly closing the door, he looked at her sleeping peacefully in bed and smiled happily because that Irish temper & fit of anger was gone once more.

To his surprise, Magnus sat on the floor outside of Bella's room. When he saw Freddie, he stood up and turned to him.

"Freddie, what happened today? Why was Isa so upset and so rude to the Goldsteins' daughter?" Freddie looked down and took a deep breath. "Look at me Fred." He looked into Magnus's gold green eyes and felt safe. He took another breath and then explained to him what happened earlier that day. When he finished, Magnus had a very sorrowful and un-like Magnus expression his face. Freddie thought the expression would look more at home on Ragnor.

Magnus sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He put his hands on his hips "and started pacing. Frederic watched him in a very worried manner. This was not like Magnus at all. Magnus stopped pacing and looked at him squarely in the eye. "I am deeply sorry she called you such an atrocious word, Fred. How are you feeling now?"

"Thank you, Magnus. I am better now. Both Father and Bella have spoken to me."

"That's good to hear."

"Magnus, how are you feeling if you don't me asking. You do not look very well." Magnus chuckled darkly and ran his fingers through his hair again.

"I just want what's best for Isabella. I know what it is like to not feel accepted by people. Now that she's been rejected by her mother and casted out of Ireland for what she is, I'm afraid she'll be rejected by not only the Shadowhunter world but our world too." Magnus smiled tragically. "Downworlders don't like Shadowhunters and she is set on being one."

Magnus sighed again. "Luckily she has you, Fred. Otherwise I fear she'd be in a much darker place. " He looked upwards at the ceiling. "I think I need a drink...something stronger than champagne." He begin to walk down the hallway, no doubt towards his study where Freddie knew Magnus kept one of his decanters.

"Magnus?" He turned at the sound of his name.

"Yes, Fred?"

"I will always protect her."

"I know this but I want you to be safe too. You are like a son to me; a less glittery and bedazzled shorter version of me. I'd hate for you to be hurt as well. It is a dark and dangerous world." And with that, Magnus continued on to his study.

Freddie went on his way too; he hoped that his mother made red flannel hash for dinner.

A/N: I am currently experimenting with Bella's character and some of the characters as well. I know in most of Twilight fanfictions, Bella is often meek and really softspoken but I wanted this version of her to be brave, outspoken, stubborn, adventurous and very strong willed. I wanted her to have a fiery temper (hence the previous three chapters). If Magnus doesn't seem like his normal, awesome self its because he's adjusting to his new role as a father but he'll be his usual partying self soon. I hope you guys enjoy the chapters. Tell me what you think in a review.

The poem that Freddie and Bella recited is called Poison Tree by William Blake. It is one of their favorite poems and they will recite the whole thing or parts of it when one of them is angry. The poem is about how dangerous it is to hold your anger in.

Red Flannel Hash is basically corned beef with vegetables. It was a popular dinner dish among "commoners" during the 1900s. Mary, Freddie's mother and Magnus's cook, has worked in a variety of places before taking a job with Magnus. This is how she knows how to make Irish, Southern, Northern, French, and English dishes.