Ephemeral ➵ Allison Argent (5)

Eighteen

A/N: Double update bc I appreciate y'all :D

Allison's POV:

"Marie-Jeanne hunted Sebastien for three years until she finally cornered him in 1767." Gerard emphasized and instantly I remember the vision from when I watched the scene unfold in front of me.

"Nowhere left to run, sister." Marie-Jeanne's brother growls, ripping the arrow out of his shoulder that was stained with blood as he marched his way towards her.

Marie-Jeanne pushes herself back up with a grunt but as she continued to run, the man lifts his hands, and instantly, the floor below him conjures black smoke to swirl around his body as his eyes finally glowed a bright blue with his canines extended.

The black smoke shaped into what seemed like twice the size of an alpha werewolf in its shadow beast form with electric-blue eyes.

He lets out a roar and continues to chase after her and brings its claws to swipe down, but Marie-Jeanne swiftly slides down across the snow, picking up what seemed like a pike that was hidden in the snow.

She manages to stand on her feet to hold the pike up with a battle cry, but since the Beast couldn't slow its pace, the weapon instantly goes through its body which causes the creature to stop in its place.

She pants as the smoke begins to disintegrate and transform back to the man that was chasing her before. The two slowly go on their knees as his body slowly slid down through the pike enough to just hold himself up by his knees.

He tightly clutches onto the wooden end, letting out a small chuckle. "You think this minor injury will stop me? I'm the famous and feared Beast of Gevaudan." He remarked. "And when I'm done killing, everyone will know. I will have done such horrors, and all of history will remember my name."

"No one will remember." Marie-Jeanne stated.

The man furrows his brows in confusion until his eyes widen in shock. "Damnatio Memoriae?" He angrily questioned. "You would have them take my name? Our name?"

He lets out a choked sob, glancing down to his stomach and my eyes widen, seeing the black blood spill from his mouth until it splattered on the white snow.

"What? What is this?" He groaned before he let out a pained gasp.

"No ordinary steel. Wolfsbane and mountain ash, forged with our blood under the light of a full moon." She tearfully stated as she stood up from the floor to tower over him. "History might remember you, Sebastien." She placed a small kiss against his forehead before she pressed her head against the side of his face. "But only as a Beast."

Sebastien finally collapses to his side with the pike still lodged through his stomach and lets out a groan.

The woman looks to the skies for a moment, letting out a heavy sigh and from what I could tell, it felt like half of the weight was finally off of her shoulders.

She walks over behind Sebastien and yanks out the pike from the back, never taking her stares away from him before finally looking up, revealing that it was me.

"Damnatio Memoriae." Lydia spoke up, breaking my stare away from the book.

"They erased every detail of him. Everything he signed, everything he owned." My dad listed off.

"They burned it all." Gerard emphasized. "The name Sebastien Valet has been forgotten for over 150 years, but when it's remembered--"

"When the Beast remembers, the teenager inside is forgotten." My father added.