Again |1| Niklaus Mikaelson

Sept || t h e n

Chapter Warning: Slight Mature Scene

They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.

- Scott Fitzgerald

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"Marcella are you OK? You've been acting strange lately." Louis asked. Marcella balls her hand into a fist to prevent Louis from seeing the cuts she made on her palm. "I am fine. If anything, I guess the way I am goes to the reason that I haven't seen Niklaus since the...um...incident if you will." Marcella answered with a gulp. "Do you happen to know where any of grandmother's books are?" Marcella asked. "Um...I think mother only packed us 2 or 3." Louis answered skeptically. "Can I see them?" Marcella asked, shaking on the balls of her feet. "They are in the cases."

"Thank you." Marcella quickly answered and went straight to some chest that was in the corner of the small house. Louis gave her a questioning look before walking out. Going past all the unwanted books and pages, Marcella finally got to the bottom. Two were of her grandmother and the last one was of a person named Tara Camelot. "Tara?" Marcella whispered to herself. Glancing to the side and thinking to herself. She quickly got up and walked out the house. Looking around once more, she began her journey to the falls.

Though she felt an odd sensation, one of being watched. Turning around she caught a glimpse of something moving in the trees. Narrowing her eyes she continued on her way and tried her best not to get killed. Coming up to the tree she knew too well, she traced her hand over the claw marks. Of course they had been scratched over, Marcella thinks it was only a bear who wished for its territory. Marcella pulled on her dress and sat down against the tree and began her reading.

Reading entries upon entries, Marcella was curious and seemed to be enjoying what stories this person had to offer. When the name of Achilles Camelot came up, she found out Tara was her great grandmother. Of course, her Grandfather was an only child so the kingdom of Camelot went to him. Marcella's father was first born of three, so he got the kingdom as well. The entries started from when Tara was 15 all the way till her death. The part that struck Marcella most was that she was in the middle of an entry but died before she got to finish. And it was the entry with what had happened to Marcella.

To the next lady of Camelot,

I am writing this to tell a gift. I am the Lycan, a direct descendant of Canis Lupus. Canis Lupus was the Lycan of all wolves. She was the queen. They respected her and treated her with greatness. Though a couple centuries ago, the abilities that all werewolves posses is not present in us. The gene was lost somehow and all that was left was for the rein of the Lycan to continue. We may not know the wolves ourselves but they will know when they see their queen. To continue, a Lycan is born when the last dies. So in my death bed I write to you why you are what you are. You are to protect your kind, especially your pack. Now the thing I am to tell you is about your emotions. The Lycans transfer their last emotion to the next. I am sorry that you would have to suffer from.......

Marcella searched frantically for the rest of it but came to no extent and screamed in frustration. Scrunching up her nose in anger and shaking her foot rapidly she got up and ran back towards the village. She stomped her way in and saw everyone looked at her with confusion. "I need to find Ansel." She told some people, who just looked more confuse. "I will not repeat myself!" Marcella shouted impatient. Everyone quickly scrambled and someone was finally able to take her to Ansel. They came up to the man crouched down talking to a small child. "Leader Ansel." The man Marcella had been following said sternly. Ansel looked up and suddenly felt protective over the Princess. "Yes, Princess?" He asked and crossed his arms. "I want to speak with you." Marcella said and took in a breath.