Authors Note:
I am on a role with this! I am loving it, and to anyone who reads this and my other fic, never fear it will be updated very soon, it is a lot harder to write considering its content and I had it planned but the plan walked away now I must find it or re plan which will just bug me.
Anyway enjoy chapter three!
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Chapter three: Stranger
Madeline—Mimi—Force was sitting out on the grass, basking in the sun, it would be winter in the city soon and there would be no sun, she was making the most of it. She thought of everything that had occurred that day, Kingsley Martin had come to Duchesne and had flirted with her in front of that Van Alen mongrel and there was no shame in it, she had no idea why he was interested in Schuyler last night but he must have come to his senses. Then there was Jack, her twin, he had made no secret of his affection for Schuyler when he protected her against the onslaught of angry words Kingsley threw her way, it angered her that he thought he could gain satisfaction from the half blood and not from her, his own twin and soul mate.
"Mind if I sit here?" Came a voice from behind her, she tipped her head back and saw Kingsley there, looking as gorgeous as always and seeming to do it effortlessly.
"Of course," she smiled at him and he sat down next to her, looking at her intently.
"Have you accessed your memories yet?" He asked, as if it was the most casual topic of conversation. She blinked.
"Yes, what's it to you?" She was getting defensive, why did he care if she had gained her memories or not?
"Can you remember Rome?" He asked quietly.
"What does that—" She was cut off by his urgency, she narrowed her eyes, no one cut Mimi Force off.
"I want you to remember a girl named Valeria, please it's important." He added seeing the defiance in her eyes. Mimi sighed, irritated, and closed her eyes remembering Rome and trying to find this girl—Valeria.
Snap
She was whizzed through memories and saw her. Red hair, blue eyes, petite and short but she sensed that she already knew this girl, in more than just this life.
"Oh my god..." She muttered, knowing who this girl was and knowing who Kingsley was.
"Tiberius..." She whispered and he smiled slyly.
Schuyler mulled over everything that had happened at school, Kingsley's attitude, Jack's change of heart towards her, Oliver's light air and Bliss's strange ways. She wondered if Bliss was yet to get over Dylan's disappearance, Schuyler too missed her friend but he was gone, possibly dead and she had accepted it she wished that Bliss would.
As she approached home Schuyler noticed something strange, all of the curtains were open and she could see furniture that had always been covered out in the open. She ran up the walkway and ascended the stairs wondering what Hattie had done; when she entered she did not expect to see the person standing before her.
"Grandfather?" She asked in disbelief. The man before her smiled, as if he had always been there, as if he belonged.
"Hello Granddaughter." He smiled at her.
"What, what are you doing here?" She demanded. He had no right to invade her home like this; he made that perfectly clear in Venice.
"I knew you would be angry, I was hoping we could talk over some tea after all I am still family."
He had a point, Schuyler thought, he was really the only family she had anymore.
"Alright, talk." She sat on one of the—now uncovered—sofa's, she never knew how many beautiful things her family owned. Lawrence poured tea from a pot into a cup and gestured to her, she declined.
"Schuyler, there are things you need to know, about Blue Blood history—about our history, are you ready for that?" She nodded, wanting the answers.
He told her the history, the descent from heaven and that Gabrielle fell voluntarily and Michael followed her, about their arrival in Plymouth and the Croatan she had heard this all before that was until Lawrence gave and indignant sigh.
"Now we come to this cycle, there is something different in this one; you are a half blood this time—" He cut himself off, looking at her warily. "I mean you are a half blood, and that has never happened before, at least I cannot recall it happening, normally the blue bloods stick to their bond mates."
Schuyler was about to question why he had said this time but then something else he said peaked her interest. "Bond mates?"
"You haven't got that far? Not surprising. A bond mate, Schuyler, is a blue blood that is bonded to another, this has happened since our fall from heaven, bond mates are our eternal soul mates, your grandmother was mine, and your mothers was..." He veered off, not wanting to say it, but Schuyler pressed him on.
"My mother's was who?" He sighed.
"Your mother was this cycles Gabrielle, and her bond mate is—was—Michael who in this cycle is Charles Force."
Schuyler's blood ran cold. Charles force was his mother's bond mate? Her eternal soul mate? No, it couldn't be, he was vile, she was sure he mother was not.
"Schuyler, what you have to understand is that in some life times, bond mates are brought to life as twins, your mother and Charles were born like that, he is her brother."
"No..." she said weakly, Charles Force was her uncle? That would make Jack and Mimi her...cousins. Oh god...
Then a thought occurred to her, a dreadful thought.
She thought of the affection between the twins, Jack and Mimi, and the jealous looks Mimi had given to her whenever Jack was paying her attention.
"Jack and Mimi," she swallowed the lump in her throat. "Are they eternal soul mates aswell?"
"Who?" Lawrence asked, momentarily stunned.
"Jack and Mimi Force," she announced the word slowly. "The children on Charles and Trinity Force, the twins." She choked on the last word.
"I would say so, though I do not know what angels they are, not until I meet them, which I intend to do soon."
"What do you mean?"
Lawrence looked as if he was about to answer when he looked up at the clock, hanging above the never used fire place.
"Dear me, look at the time, off to bed young lady, you have school in the morning." Schuyler rose from her seat and walked to the stairs, her hand on the railing before she turned back to her grandfather, he was busy pouring himself another cup of tea.
"Grandfather," he looked up at her. "When you said that I was a half blood this time, what did you mean?" He smiled, his eyes crinkling in a sweet way.
"Slip of the tongue is all." Schuyler nodded and wished him goodnight, heading up the stairs to her room, unable to shake the feeling that he was lying to her.
She lay in bed pondering all she had learnt that day and all that had happened.
Kingsley. Jack. Jack and Mimi. Her Grandfather. Her Mother and Charles. And yet only one thing remained in her mind, one question.
Had she lived...before?
Author's note:
Short chapter, I know, but it was more of a filler and filler in chapter than anything else.
Hope you still enjoyed it. Next chapter's title is dare me, and it involves Kingsley, a dare, Schuyler and a carnival.
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