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.

*

"What is it you'd like to talk about?" Ansel asked, walking into his shack. "The Lycan." Marcella said, making Ansel's head snap up immediately. "The Lycan?" he asked. "The Lycan." Marcella repeated. Ansel gave her a sigh and a slight eyebrow raised. "So you know?" He asked. Marcella now looked at him confused. "Know what?" She said. "That you are the Lycan, stupid girl." Ansel laughed. "I'm what!?" Marcella shouted. Ansel jumped from her sudden outburst. "You didn't know?" Ansel asked. Marcella frantically shook her head. "Oh. I thought you knew." Ansel said surprised. "No, I did not know. I was the next lady born after my great grandmother died?" Marcella said and looked down.

"I suppose so." Ansel said with a shrug. "Is that why you and all the other wolves submitted to me?" Marcella asked and looked up at him. Ansel looked at her and gave her shrug. "We are meant to. You are the Lycan." Marcella turned to leave. "Ansel?" She said just before she walked away. "Yes, Princess?" "This conversation never happened. You will not tell anyone about this, especially Niklaus." With that she walked out and to find the one person she could be with forever.

*

Niklaus was laying against a tree a piece of paper he managed to find in his hand as he tried hard to focus on the drawing he was making. It focused on the beauty Niklaus was able to see in Marcella. But truth be told, he could see way more on the inside. "Niklaus, are you almost done?" Marcel asked. "Be patient my darling." Niklaus said with a smirk. Marcella gave him a smile but quickly looked down with a sigh. "Love, care to tell me why you are down?" Niklaus asked and placed his things down.

"Niklaus, I feel as though Henrik didn't deserve what came to him." Marcella said and looked down. "I felt it, Niklaus. I felt the same pain I felt when Arthur died. I felt as if it was my fault." She felt sick and her eyes began to water. "Marcella," Niklaus said and reached out to grab her face and wipe the tears away from her face. "You shouldn't be thinking that way. You were not the wolf. You were not there. You were not at fault. I love you too much for you to think it was your fault." Marcella's breath got caught in her throat. "I love you too, Niklaus. But I can't." She whispered and pulled away from him, crying more.

"Why not Marcella? You say you love me and I love you. Please let me." Niklaus pleaded, the feeling a sadness coming up to the surface. "Niklaus my brother loved someone. He died because he loved her. I...I...worry that..that you or I will have the same......fate." Marcella said with a whisper at the end. Niklaus shook his head. "Marcella. I will tell you this now and I will tell you it again if I have to," Niklaus sighed and grabbed her face once again. "Marcella, no matter what will happen I will forever love you." That was the last Niklaus said as he gently placed his lips on Marcella's.

Niklaus pulled away from her and gave her a smile. "I love you." He said with a laugh, making Marcella giggle. "I love you too, Niklaus." Marcella pulled Niklaus back to her lips. Niklaus pulled away to look down at her flushed face. The sight alone made him feel something deep inside. His hand trailed down her long dress and to her ankles where it stopped. Lowering his lips to her jaw and neck, Marcella closed her eyes and focused on all the sensations she was feeling. Niklaus raised his hand back up but this time under her dress, trying to feel all the skin of her leg. Once he got to her thigh, his hand made sure to grip his hand onto it. On instinct Marcella's leg pushed up and Niklaus slipped his hand under her bum.

"Klaus." Marcella moaned. Marcella's hands dug under Niklaus's clothing and her hand touched his warm chest. It took a toll on him. The feeling of her hands roaming his body made him feel like something else. Marcella's breathing became hard and Niklaus went back to passionately kissing her. His hand went to the back of her dress in order to untie the string to take it off. Bit by bit, the clothing was coming off, the vaporized water coming from the falls was making their bodies slide together smoothly. Carefully, slowly, and passionate Niklaus and Marcella lets their hands go over where they wished they would.

Klaus touched down her jaw, neck, shoulders, to the side of her breast, down her stomach, and last to grip her thigh. Marcella kept on going over his shoulders, chest, and stomach reaching around and playfully grip on the side of his hips. Klaus lifted her thigh and turned to wrap it around his waist. Pulling away from her swollen lips he took a moment to admire what was soon to be his. The way she was breathing and shaking, he knew that he was able to do that.

"Please take the feeling away." Marcella breathed, almost on the verge of tears. Niklaus gave her a nod and sunk in. Letting out a loud gasp her back arched and she felt something stir in her. Tightly shutting her eyes, she let out groans and that fueled Klaus. It was slow. They knew what they were doing, and all it was, was passion. "Klaus!" She roared out, quickly opening her eyes. Her head was too far arched and Niklaus was too focused on what he was feeling, but burning bright amber, were Marcella's eyes.