Reincarnation [ Derek Hale ] **ON HOLD

Chapter 8

Chapter 8
Marys POV

The sweet music filled my ears. I stood at the entrance of the ballroom, Julien by my side. He had proposed to me the night before and we were happy. Not overly ecstatic but happy. Happy. Something I hadn't experienced in awhile. What made today even better was the fact that Élisabeth had arrived. She was here at French Court to announce and present her second daughter, Catherine Michelle of Spain. She had thrown a ball and was much too busy all morning to visit me. I was trying to hold my excitement down but it was too hard. I hadn't seen Élisabeth in 3 months, when she sent me back to France to meet some suitors. All the Spanish nobleman were either married or pigs. Then again, most Frenchmen were the same. Especially Ambroise. I hated hearing that name. I'm glad Julien overcame that though. He was in love with another. Camilla. She had been married off which is why he was so keen to marry me. I wasn't complaining, he was rich and had tons of land.

"Mary!" A very familiar voice knocked me out of my trance. I turned around to see the brown-haired, dark-eyed Spanish monarch standing in front of me. I grabbed my skirt and curtsied, while Julien bowed. Me and Élisabeth used to giggle at the formalities but now we understood. She was more important than I was.

"My Queen. Lovely to see you again." I say politely. There was swarms of other people around, we could not fully indulge in how our lives have been and what dark secrets we have encountered or hidden. There would be time for that later.

"Aunt Mary! Aunt Mary!" A child's voice interrupted us. I looked down to see Isabella Clara Eugenia, infanta of Spain and Élisabeth's first child.

"Isabella. It's good to see you. How much trouble have you caused?" I teasingly asked the 3-year old, bending down so I'm on her level. She was almost an exact copy of her mother with the same brown hair and darker eyes. The only difference was her tanned skin which came from her father. At my question, Isabella squealed then ran off laughing.

"Phillip encourages her too much," Élisabeth says with a shake of her head, "I'm sorry we haven't quite officially met, I am Élisabeth of Valois." Élisabeth turns her attention to Julien.

"Julien of Séréville. It's an honor and a pleasure my Queen."

"Thank you. Now why don't you two go dance and we will talk later." She says before walking away to greet more nobles. Julien grabs my hand and we make our way to the dance floor. We joined in to the crowd of couples already dancing. It was a slow pavane dance, one I knew quite well.

We danced for a while before we broke apart. Julien went to talk to other nobles and I headed for Phillip. He was almost like a brother to me. All of a sudden a flash of black appeared in my vision. I headed for the door to investigate. Down the hallway I saw the thing turning around a corner. I gasped. It was the size of a horse but it was far too furry and it hooves weren't hooves, they were paws. I considered running back to the party and informing someone but I didn't want to lose sight of the creature, so I picked up my dress, kicked off my heels and ran towards the creature. I followed it outside, where I contemplated going back to get a cloak or a lantern, but it was already disappearing into the darkness. I ran after it stopping at the edge of the forest, the dark wood. Suddenly I heard screams and I ran into the forest, I stopped in a clearing where I saw the creature on top of a girl. She was screaming and crying. I realized she was wearing the same dress as me. Then I realized she is me. I watched the creature tear her apart. I screamed too, but they couldn't hear me. I heard someone else scream. 'Oh Mary!' Élisabeth runs into the clearing. The creature is long gone. Julien runs up to my dead body and grabs ahold of my hand. Except I'm not dead. I'm not dead, I'm not dead I scream over and over. No one hears me. I scream and scream but I'm not here. And suddenly the darkness washes over me, welcoming and inviting. I embrace it.

***

I awake with a scream. Two arms wrap around me as the tears pour from my eyes.

"Shh Mary, it's okay. You're safe, you're safe." I know it's Derek. I melt into him.

"It was so real, so real." It comes out frantic. My voice is shaking. My whole body trembles.

"I know, I know," He pulls me closer. My breathing slows. He grabs my face in his hand and rubs his thumb along my cheek, "Don't ever do that again. I thought you were dead."

"How long have I been out?" I ask.

"2 days."

"What, what happened? Are Boyd and Cora safe?"

"We don't know what happened to you. One minute you were running into the school, the next you were on the floor. As for Boyd and Cora, we trapped them in the boiler room. There was a teacher in there but I took care of her." At the mention of the teacher my blood ran cold. There was something inside me that flared with danger and jealousy.

"Derek are you done? I have stuff to do." A young girl said, walking into the room.

"And who might you be?" I ask the girl. She clearly has no manners, walking into a room without knocking.

"Cora." She responds with a roll of her eyes.

"Mary, this is my sister, Cora. Cora, Mary." Derek sighs.

"Oh you're the Cora who tried to murder innocent people."

"Oh so you're the Mary who was dead for 500 years."

"Cora, downstairs now," Derek says before pushing her out of the room. She throws "Allison left a dress in the closet over there," He points to a door on the other side of the bedroom, "I'll be downstairs."

After Derek closes the door I grab the dress from the closet. She, luckily, also put my corset with it. I recognized it as one of my old dresses, light green with gold accents. Slipping on the dress, I began to make my way downstairs. As I got down there I noticed Cora pulling herself up and down on an old pipe. Derek stood there, arms folded, watching her struggle. I had made my way fully over to them right as Cora dropped from the pipe.

"Stop. You're not done healing." Derek tells her, as she pulls herself to her feet.

"Ya? I'm done lying around." She responds.

"Then sit." He says.

"Are you going to help me go after them?" She asks, getting down to her hands and knees.

"Go after who?" I ask as Derek walks up to his sister and kicks her hand out from under her. She falls onto her back and looks up at Derek with a glare. She gets up and starts to punch Derek but he grabs hold of her elbows and pushes her back.

"Come on, fight back!" She yells at him, "I came back for this? I can't believe I got my ass thrown in a vault for 3 months for you. All those rumours I heard. Powerful new Alpha, one of the Hales. Building a pack. Do you know how long I've waited to hear something like that? Do you have any idea how it felt to find out you were alive?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." He says, a sad look in his eyes. Suddenly an alarm sounded, which made us all turn our heads.

"What's that?" Me and Cora ask at the same time.

"Trouble." He says, panic seeping into his voice. Great just what we need.

// Ok Chapter 8. Vote/comment if you liked. So I tried my best to have real historical facts but I had to make a few adjustments. Dress is on the side. Hope you guys like my story!

xx Claire