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Chapter Nine: Silent Consideration

Schuyler massaged her temples, feeling a headache coming on. She could not stop thinking of the two boys who were vying for her affection and yet ignored her most of the time. She was wondering when she became so girly, boys used to rarely cross her mind and now they were everywhere.

"Hey Sky," Ollie ran to catch up to her.

"Dear god, why am I always surrounded by men?" Oliver looked taken back by her outburst and Schuyler felt instantly guilty. It's not like it was his fault that she was having a terrible day and that she was so confused over men. "Sorry Ollie, I didn't mean you." He looked amended by this.

"All good, I too have heard the rumours floating about your love life. Are any of them true?" Oliver sounded nothing but curious, which Schuyler was grateful for; she could not handle another man in her life.

"Depends on which one's you are talking about. Have I kissed both Jack Force and Kingsley Martin? Yes. Have I danced with both of them? Yes. Have I fallen pregnant to one of them and am planning to elope? No." Schuyler shook her head at that last one, she was nowhere near sleeping with either of them, she didn't want too, she was saving herself for the love of her life, which according to Jack's claims, may be the love of her many lives.

Schuyler still couldn't believe it.

There was no possible way that she had lived before, it was impossible. She has never been in love with Kingsley before. Impossible. She most certainly has never lived a life before this one. She had to believe it, because if she didn't, then she would have to admit that everytime she and Kingsley were together, she died and she couldn't admit that, or her life would cease.

But Schuyler's curiosity was too much, she had to know.

"Ollie," She began, he was the only one that could help her, the only one that wouldn't ask silly questions. He had complete faith in her. "I need you to take me to the Repository library. Please, it's important."

Oliver looked at her, it seemed he was sussing out whether or not she was telling the truth. He could always tell when she was lying, whether it is small and meaningless or a huge conspiracy. He knew, because he knew her.

"Sure Sky," He grinned and with a pang of guilt, Schuyler realised how much time she hadn't been spending with Oliver, or Bliss and she felt like that worst friend in the world. She hugged him to her, trying to make him feel how sorry she was. Ollie had been her best friend for years, and now that two very cute boys were paying attention to her, was she just going to forget her best friend?

"You know I love you, right Ollie?" She hadn't known how much she missed her best friend until that moment, until he was in her arms, she longed for this kind of comfort, her hugging Ollie tight, him stroking her hair softly claiming that all will be alright.

Though it wouldn't be.

Schuyler was going to find out whether or not she had lived before, she was going to find out if it was possible. She was finally going to see if what she believed she felt for Kingsley was old attraction, new attraction or her soul yearning for him.

Then there was Jack, she cared for him too, he was the first boy she kissed, the first one she had ever danced with the way they had, she really liked him, but compared to what she felt when Kingsley looked at her, she didn't know how much she actually cared for Jack.

Schuyler pulled back from his face and loped her arm through his as they began walking down the street, looking for a free cab.

Schuyler new that in New York City, you could walk across the city faster.

Schuyler and Oliver arrived at the library about thirty minutes later, after finally hailing down a taxi.

Oliver went in ahead of her, to talk to the head scribe there, possibly to sign them on or get cards to borrow the books. She looked around, Schuyler had always loved books, but she knew these books were no mere fiction, these were historical chronicles, showing every event in Blue Blood history, from major to trivial. Everything, anything, Schuyler would need to know about her past will be here, just as Jack told her.

Schuyler didn't know whether she was ready to know if she had lived before, but then again, there was never a right time to know whether or not you had lived before, whether or not her soul had always been hers and hers alone.

That was when she saw him.

Damn, she thought, after being so careful I never expected to see him here.

Schuyler blew out a frustrated sigh and began to walk over, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw the other figure, lounging against a shelf, watching her.

Schuyler looked to the skies and shook her head, God was really testing her.

He had seen her begin to walk to him and looked at her expectantly, but from the corner of her eye, Schuyler saw the other figure, that grin he wore near irresistible.

With a huff she walked towards the shelves, seeing the disappointment in the others gaze, but if anyone could help her, this one could.

"Schuyler Van Alen, to what do I owe the pleasure?" His eyes glittered, glittered, like he was happy to see her, which was a damn sight more emotion than he had shown her all week. Schuyler sighed, irritated, she would have given him a piece of her mind, but not until she got what she wanted from him.

"Look Kingsley, I don't have time for your games okay? I just wanted to ask you something." Those blue eyes settled on her and she squirmed, not out of discomfort, but as soon as those eyes landed on her, she felt electricity shoot up her spine. She didn't know why she always felt that when Kinsley looked at her, touched her anything he did that involved her, Schuyler knew it may have something to do with her soul, a soul that may not even be hers to begin with.

"Ask away." He said looking at her with an emotion she couldn't decipher. She wondered, not for the first time, whether Kingsley actually liked her, he seemed to go through fazes with her, liking her at the Four Hundred Ball, hating her at school, liking her on their date, hating her at the end of their date. She didn't understand what his problem was and she had consoled herself with not caring, but she did care, as annoying as he was, some part of her cared about this boy, she didn't want to, she wanted to ignore him and go on with her life, but she couldn't, she was in too deep with him. Schuyler thought this was strange, she had shared one kiss and one date with Kingsley and now she could not imagine life without him?

She didn't know what was wrong with her, what happened to a time when boys meant nothing, except Oliver of course, what happened to her crush on Jack Force, her feelings for Jack, they had danced and kissed and yet, she went to Italy without him, he had tossed her aside and she had steered ahead. What was it about Kingsley that was so different?

He was still looking at her and the question was there, waiting to be asked, but she couldn't get it out, her brain couldn't send the message to her mouth to speak.

"Never mind," Schuyler shook her head and sighed exasperatedly, without another comment or glance, Schuyler walked away, feeling the eyes of both boys on her but ignoring them, heading to the desk that she saw Oliver sitting at.

"Well, this is all I could find." He whispered, showing her a rather large book and a few smaller ones. The larger was bound in black leather had, in gold letters, April 1912 on the spine. It seemed to be a chronicle of that month, recounting every event. Schuyler pointed to the smaller books.

"What are those?" She asked while skimming the chronicle to the 10th of April.

"Rewrites of journals and diaries from April 1912," Schuyler smiled at him. Ollie was the only boy she could depend on right now, he was the only boy that would come through with her, that didn't hide from her and treated her the same every day.

Schuyler began scanning the pages of the book, looking for any sign of names. She had told Ollie what to look for and he was studying the journals intently.

Schuyler was on the night of the sinking, April 15th 1912, she was sure she would not find anything. She lifted her head, blinking a few time, the library was almost completely empty. She hadn't known anyone left, especially not Kinsley or Jack, which she found rather odd. She could always feel them when they were near; perhaps she had been too concentrated on reading the chronicle to notice.

She doubted it.

When she was nearing the final pages of the night, re-reading the events she had seen in her dream, she saw it, the name she had been looking for. Schuyler pulled the book closer to her.

Mary Louise Thompson

Born May the eighteenth the year eighteen ninety five.

Mary Louise Thompson, engaged to John Joseph Greene [Known Blue Blood: Abaddon] boarded the Titanic at Southampton, scheduled to disembark at New York, but complications on the ship lead to her meeting George Benjamin McMillan [Known Blue Blood: Araquiel]. It is suspected that Miss Thompson was, in fact, Valeria incarnate; the spirit in which both Abaddon and Araquiel have fought over for centuries, although there is never been any proof that Valeria has been reincarnated, it is suspected to have happened several times a century. Unfortunately, Miss Thompson did not survive the ship's sinking and it is widely speculated that Araquiel had tried to save her by swimming to shore, but the water froze her to death.

Schuyler looked more closely at the words, trying to process this all.

Valeria incarnate. Several times a century. Abaddon and Araquiel have fought over for centuries.

Schuyler looked at Oliver, slamming her hand on the desk. He jumped at the sudden noise.

"Schuyler what—"

"Does the repository have a file on me?" He nodded. "Get it." She didn't mean to sound so demanding, but at the words on the page, her blood ran cold. Oliver looked at her and then at the book, understanding dawned on his face and he stood up and seemed to run to the back of the library.

Schuyler put her head in her hands, trying to deny what was right in front of her.

It can't be true...

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