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Chapter 42

Tobias P.O.V

Tris holds the delicate card that fell out of the journal anxiously in her hands, allowing us both to read the mysterious words that are written...

Celebration of Life

In Loving Memory of

Beatrice Prior

A.K.A

Tris Prior

Date: March 9th Time: 12:00 PM

Location: The roof of the Hancock building

We will be gathering here to celebrate the life of Tris Prior, who we all loved and lost two years ago.

Memories and heartfelt stories of our loved one

will be shared prior to the last ride down the zip line, during which time we will set Tris' ashes free.

I ask that you all come prepared for your last zip line ride through out our city

as we set free the person we all knew and loved.

Zip lining was one of the many things that brought joy to Tris' life.

A life gone too soon! A life that will never be forgotten!

My eyes fall to the floor where the ancient journal now sits along with the photos that it once protected. The face in the pictures look back at me, her stunning smile, the love and compassion that radiates from within her, her eyes that are ignited with a fire and so much life behind them… it's everything that embodies Tris, my Tris. It's everything that I love and cherish about her. I stop and take a moment to think about the unfinished story that the journal holds...the love, the loss, and the "what could have beens," it's just too much right now for me to process. I glance at Tris to see that she has tears in her eyes, as she seems very overwhelmed by all the mysteries that lay before us. I look one more time at the contents of the trunk that are sitting on our living room floor, I am suddenly overcome with all these emotions that are flooding my mind. I don't know what I would do if anything were to ever happen to Tris. I can't bear to even think about what this man has been through, losing the love of his life like that. Even after being together for such a short time, I know if anything were to happen to Tris I would never be able to survive it. She means everything to me, she's my whole world. This all seems really fast for some people, but when it's right, you just know. All I want at this very minute is her, my Tris, I need to be close to her, to know that she is mine and that she is safe and truly alive.

I reach out, cradling her face between my hands. I wait patiently until she looks up at me. When our eyes finally meet I slowly lean in feeling her soft lips against mine. Tris parts her lips allowing me to suck her bottom lip between mine. I am rewarded with a sexy moan from Tris. My right hand grabs her waist, pulling her closer to me, but it isn't enough, I need her closer. Luckily she feels the same as I do, as she climbs up to straddle my lap. The only thing right now that is separating us is our damn clothing. Damn fucking clothing.

"Baby wrap your arms around me." I mumble as my lips refuse to leave hers. Thankfully she does just that, so I grab her ass nice and tight, relishing the feel of her delicious tempting ass in my hands. I carefully stand up from the floor holding on to Tris for dear life, seeing as I don't want to drop her, and then I make my way to what will now be our bedroom. Our lips refuse to leave one anothers, as our tongues begin to make love by exploring each other's mouths feverishly. I can't help but think that we both have the same need for each other, the need to be connected, the need to know we are both alive and safe.

I enter our room with Tris holding on to me extremely tight, her arms and legs wrapped around me as she hangs on for dear life. I contemplate for a moment and quickly bypass the idea of taking us into the shower right now. It's getting late, and Tris and I are both sweaty from the days events of moving her belongings into the house, but even with all that I refuse to put her down. We can just take a shower later or even tomorrow. All I know right now is I need to be inside of her right this very minute. In fact, I can't stand to be away from her any longer.

I slowly crawl onto the bed with Tris still in my arms. I lay her gently down in the center of the mattress. Hovering over her, I balance myself on my forearms because I don't want to give her all of my body weight. After all, I am a big guy, although my girl is strong as hell, she is still quite petite so I don't want to hurt her.

I finally release her delicious, soft lips from my own, as I begin on a new path down her jaw, to her graceful neck, and finally to that one familiar spot on her collarbone that I can't seem to get enough of. For some strange reason I can't explain this instinctive need I have to always kiss her there...to cherish and spend a little more time on these three bare spots on her flawless skin. I was so caught up in the moment of ravishing her collarbone that I never even noticed Tris wrestling with the fabric of my shirt, at least not until it reached my face. I reluctantly let her go, as I sat up on my knees and then peel off the annoying fabric that has gotten in the way of my feverish attack on her skin. My hands fumble with the hem of her tank top, and she helps wiggle the fabric up from her tight stomach, past her perfect breasts, and up over her head. I sit back on my knees for a moment longer, wondering how I am so blessed to have such a gorgeous sexual creature laying right here in front of me, one that happens to be all mine.

I waste no time at all moving back to hover over her body with mine. She lovingly wraps her arms and legs back around me to keep me right where she wants me. My right hand snakes under her back, unclasping her bra. Tris eagerly slides her bra off wanting the barrier to be removed just as badly as I want it to be non existent. I lay back down on her, loving the feeling of her soft breasts against my bare chest.

"I love you so much, Tris." I whisper to her, as I lean in resting my forehead against hers. I lean in a little further, kissing her soft lips slower than before. All the rush in me has now left, as I decide right this minute that I want to take this nice and slow. To savor her, to savor us for as long as I can. I leave her tempting lips, slowly kissing down her jaw, then I reach her bite able neck, her sexy shoulders, and then finally those perky breasts of hers, that I happen to love so much. With every kiss, I let my wet tongue linger a little longer as I enjoy the sweet taste of her skin along the way. It surprises me how I can never get enough of this gorgeous woman before me, and the funny thing is I know I never will. She's just too damn addicting and enticing to me.

Tris and I made love this morning, she actually woke me up with a sexy surprise that I didn't expect…considering I woke up with my dick in her beautiful mouth. Needless to say, it was a hell of a way to wake up and it was incredibly hot. Even after the activities of this morning, my body still reacts as though I haven't touched Tris in what feels like forever. I am pleased to know that I am not the only one that feels this way, ever since our first night together, Tris has turned into such a little sex vixen. Not that I am complaining, not even a little bit, I think to myself with the biggest grin on my face. In fact Tris has come such a long way since our weekend getaway, it's just so sexy seeing her become more confident in her body and knowing she is enjoying our love making now as much as I do. Damn.

"Tobias, please." Tris moans. I can tell she is getting really impatient with me going at such a slow pace. Always so ready for me.

"What do you want Tris?" I ask, looking up at her, as I stop sucking on the perfect nipples on her luscious breasts. I start to smile, as I already know what she is about to say.

"You… all of you. Please." She says, close to begging.

"You have me baby, always," I say as I go back to kissing her delicious nipples. I bite down on her left one, sucking and licking it, while my right hand caresses her right breast, rolling it's nipple between my fingers. She lets out a loud moan and arches her back, bringing her tantalizing breasts closer to me.

"I want you… right now. Please, Tobias." Tris begins to beg, letting me know that I have tortured her long enough. But am I ready to have her yet? I think about that for a second, as I continue kissing her. I know that I'm not ready. I don't want to leave her delicious breasts just yet. So I reached down between us, pulling her shorts and panties down. She lifts her hips, helping me wiggle her shorts down her legs, all while never letting my lips leave her skin. "Please. Please Tobias." Tris continues begging me. But I'm not ready to make love to her just yet. I lean up on my left arm, balancing myself as my right hand slowly makes its way down to her breasts, then to her tight stomach. Tris' breathing quickens at the sensation of having one of my hands trailing down her gorgeous body. My palm cups her sex, feeling the heat radiating off of her. Damn, she is so fucking wet already, and it's all for me. I absolutely love how responsive her body is from just my touch. The heel of my hand begins to move in a circular motion, teasing her even more. Tris rewards me with a moan, letting me know she is indeed enjoying this sweet and slow torture. I slowly ease my middle finger into her very wet entrance. My breathing becomes labored just from watching her pleasure. I let my index finger join in on the party, and I lean in to once again take her nipple into my mouth. She grabs my hair, tugging on it feverishly. It only eggs me on further, as I increase the power behind my fingers and the pace they are moving at. I can feel her legs start to stiffen and her toes curl against my ass. Her walls start to quiver, and suddenly, I'm pushing her over the edge, making her climax in my hand. Fuck that was hot. Her legs and arms begin to relax, as she is sated from my attack on her cliterous.

After experiencing her release, I can no longer refuse my need to be inside of her. I am so turned on by the sight of her, that it's nearly painful, as I strain against the fabric of my shorts. I pull my fingers slowly out of Tris' entrance, and undo my button and zipper as quickly as I can. I'm eager, now more than ever, to be buried deep inside her, to lose myself in her, so I hurry to kick off my shorts and boxer briefs.

I continue leaning up on my left arm, using my right hand to rub the tip of my extremely hard dick against her sensitive clit. I see what this does to Tris, as she slowly comes back to life from her post climatic state. I lean back down kissing Tris, expressing all the hunger and the passion that I have for her at this very moment. I twist us, turning on my back so she can straddle me. I want to watch her take me, all of me. She lets out a squeal, as I unexpectedly turn us over, and balances herself with her hands on my chest.

"Take me baby," I tell her, I can hear the hunger that I have for her in my voice. Damn, I'm so fucking hard right now, I know I won't last long at all. My need grows for her with every second of anticipation.

I watch Tris using her knees to help her rise up, while grinning down at me. She loves this position, it's one of her favorites. My left hand grips her hip, as my right one snakes under her. I let one finger slip back into her hot pussy, teasing her. Damn, she is even wetter than before. I ease my finger out of her, lining myself up with her entrance. I moved my hand back to her hip helping her slide down, and taking me in her as she does. My hips rise on their own accord, thrusting deep inside of her, as she tilts her head back, moaning as I fill her completely. Fuck! I let out a long slow breath, willing my body to calm down. I don't want to explode in her too fast. I need to make her cum again before that can happen.

"Slow down, baby." I try to express to her that I want us to take our time, to make it last as long as possible.

"Tobias." Tris calls out. I know it feels really good to her...it does for me too.

"I know baby, it feels so fucking good. Fuck." I say, as she takes me again and again. Her pace begins to quicken, as I meet her thrust after thrust.

"It does. God, you're so hard." She yells out. Another thing about Tris, ever since we took the next step in our physical aspect of our relationship, she has gotten very very vocal in bed, which I love and think is sexy as hell. Although she tends to still blush when she talks about sex, which I think is so adorable.

I feel myself about to lose control, but I'm not yet ready for that. I surprise her once again by flipping us over on her back. I slip out of her tight, wet pussy, as she moans at the loss. I internally laugh at my girl's greediness. I love it.

"What..." She begins to ask, but she quickly quiets down, when I flip her over without a word, bringing her ass up in the air, another position that she has come to love very much. I run my hands up and down her spine, then down to her plump ass, caressing it, as I breath in and out, trying to get myself under control. I enter her once I feel that I am in more control of my body, ready to take her. We cry out in pleasure, as I enter her deeply with one thrust. Damn, she is so tight like this. Fuck. "Oh god, please fuck me." She begs, I love that my girl likes it rough. I grab her hips once again, bringing her ass to me, as I thrust deep and fast into her. Fuck. "Again." She screams out, and I do just that. Each time I thrust back into her she yells out for more.

Without leaving her body, I adjusted us once again, forcing Tris to kneel instead of being on all fours. I begin to thrust deep inside of her once again, from behind I hold her body against mine by her breasts. My other hand begins to rub her clit aggressively, encouraging her to cum for me one more time. "Cum for me baby, let me feel you." I barely get out. Her moans are loud and uncontrolled, as I let out my own groans and moans into her ear. I feel her walls begin to quiver, as I continue to encourage her body to let go. That's when I feel her start to tighten around me, quivering violently and taking me along with her into a state of pure bliss.

I pull Tris' body even closer to mine, as she lays her head on my chest like every other night. But this isn't like every other night, I can't seem to let her steady breathing take me under with her, like it usually does. Frustrated that I can't sleep, I slowly untangle myself from Tris as I try not to wake her.

I mindlessly take a shower, trying to process everything that has transpired since this evening when I questioned Tris about the mysterious trunk. How can it be that two people look exactly alike, they are practically identical to one another. Not to mention, that they share the same damn name for crying out loud! How can what I have said to Tris before, be in that journal? It doesn't make any sense. By the end of my long shower… I have more questions, than I have answers. Not to mention that I have no idea how I should be feeling right now. Giving up on the idea of sleep entirely, I pull on my boxer briefs, a pair of basketball shorts, and white T shirt before heading back out into the living room. I contemplate what I should do next...one thing is for sure, I need answers. I need to know now what this truly means and how it is even possible.

I walk back to where we left all the items that belong in the trunk. I carefully place each one on the dining room table, spreading them all out so I can see them better. I decide to get my laptop while I'm at it and start a pot of coffee, because I know I'm going to have a long night ahead of me.

As I lift a mug full of delicious, steamy coffee to my lips, something catches my eye. I lift the picture of the woman that looks identical to my Tris that has a knife just inches away from her head, but that's not what catches my eye, there are three birds, or maybe three ravens sitting on Beatrice's collarbone. The same three spots in the same exact place, that I can't help but find myself kissing each and every time we make love. The same three black ravens that are on one of the urns. The same urn that is much lighter in weight than the other one. I have no doubt in my mind right now that that urn was or is in fact Beatrice Prior's. This thought sends chills running down my spine, as the other Beatrice Prior is sound asleep in my bed. I can feel my heart being ripped into two at the thought of my Tris dying, never seeing her again. Living a life of torment and nonstop grief. To know that I would never get to kiss, touch, or make love to her ever again, the thought is extremely heartbreaking and overwhelming to me. It's something that I can never let happen to my Tris. I need some damn answers and now!

I proceed to open my laptop and start my search for the answers that I so desperately need. I begin by logging into the city of Chicago's archives, they would hold important information from the time of when the war happened and prior to that. I began by searching for the name Beatrice Prior. The findings were endless...as multiple articles came up under her name. Beatrice Prior was born and raised in Abnegation, she was the beloved daughter of two loving parents. Beatrice also had an older brother by the name of Caleb.

"My Mother said that when my brother and I were born she had this strong desire to name us after Beatrice and her brother Caleb…. she couldn't explain why, it was just something that she felt really strong about, so she ended up naming us after them." Tris had explained, when I looked at her questioning how they shared the same names.

Beatrice's father was known for his role in the government, working alongside its leader. He was the leader of both his faction and the government that ran the city. He was a widower, and had one son that defected to Dauntless at his rightful age of eighteen years old during his choosing ceremony. I realize that this article does not mention the name of the leader's son.

At the age of sixteen, Beatrice decided to leave Abnegation and default to the faction known as Dauntless. From what I was told about the past, if you choose to leave your faction, you also choose to leave your family and your friends behind. I think about the bravery one would have to endure in order to be able to do something like that. Walking away from everyone and everything that you had ever loved or known, to enter into a whole different world.

I continue on to the next article reading more findings on the name Beatrice Prior. It continues with her rankings during Dauntless initiation. It turns out that back then in order to get a decent job, you had to score high during your initiation. Beatrice worked very hard, and was ranked first place in her group of initiates. Her instructor was listed as a man that went by the name Four. The war began the day after initiation was over.

My search continued with an article from Erudite, they made accusations over both the Eatons and Priors… accusations that included both abuse in power, and physical abuse to their children. Pointing out the obvious reasons for the children to escape the faction that they were born into. I wonder if there is any truth to any of this.

Beatrice Prior, appeared to be one of the people that helped put a stop to the war. Although many lost their lives that day, there would have been so many more if Beatrice did not help and find a way to put a stop to it. Tragically, Beatrice lost both her parents,while they assisted her efforts to stop the war.

It seems that a woman by the name Jeanine Mathews had created a serum to control the will of those that were injected, forcing them to do her bidding by killing off the faction that she hated the most. The serum did not work on everyone, as there were a handful of people who were able to fight back and stop the war within a matter of hours.

Although the war didn't end there, Jeanine Mathews hadn't been captured yet...There was an ongoing war between all the factions in the city it seemed, dividing themselves into two groups. In the end a small group of people escaped the city and ran off in hopes of something better. Ultimately finding yet another war just under the surface, all leading to the death of the celebrated hero, named Beatrice Prior, who in the end, sacrificed herself to save her own brother.

Since the articles end with Beatrice's tragic death, I decide to continue on with my search by looking up Caleb Prior. The search didn't disappoint, as there were endless articles about him. Just like Beatrice, Caleb decided to defect to another faction, at his choosing ceremony Caleb decided on the faction of knowledge, Erudite. I continue reading, as many articles hinted at the confusion he experienced at the time. He struggled wanting to do the right thing, but not sure what the right thing was. By the time he figured out what the right thing was, it was too late, all he could do after that was to try to make things better. I continued scanning the articles, one had revealed his devastation at the loss of his last living relative, his sister Beatrice, who sacrificed herself in order for him to live. I sit back in my chair, thinking about that for a moment… I know Tris, my Tris would sacrifice herself without a doubt in order to save anyone, whether she loved them or not. I have mixed feelings towards this situation though...in one way I would feel pride and admiration for the girl that I love so much. On the other hand, the grief and the heartache that she willingly put everyone through would be unbearable. Even if she did it to help someone that she loved. It would take her away from me forever.

I shake my head, trying to stop myself from that line of thinking. After all, I have Tris, my Tris, in our bed, fast asleep. She is safe and sound. She is alive, I have nothing to worry about. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, before I continue reading. The findings are pretty easy after that, Caleb's devastation from his sister's sacrifice encourages him to do something good with his life. He studied medicine and set out to find a cure for cancer. After some time had passed, Caleb eventually married and started a family of his own, continuing on with the family line. Well that makes sense, Tris' family line continued from Caleb.

I take a break from the screen, as I realize I still have more questions than I have answers right now. I sip at my now cold coffee, before standing and taking the mug to warm it up. As the microwave counts down from 60 seconds to 1, I can't help but contemplate all the information that I have read so far. After the night I have had, it doesn't surprise me one bit about everything that I have learned about the Prior family line. I can see where Tris gets her bravery, and where her stubborn ways come from. I shake my head, not even understanding what I am thinking about. I turn, opening the door to the microwave when the loud beep alerts me that the minute is up. I remove the now very steamy mug and make my way back to the table.

My eyes involuntarily look over the contents that lay scattered all over it before landing on the journal…It's opened to the last entry. The entry that not only addresses his love Beatrice, but is signed by his name, my name, Tobias. Just like that… I decided to type the name Tobias into the search field. It doesn't take long for the search field to come up with several articles. I guess Tobias wasn't that popular of a name back in the day either.

I open the first article, as it speaks about Tobias. Like Beatrice, Tobias defected from Abnegation to Dauntless. Many Erudite articles appeared to be pointing fingers at his father's abuse as the reason why he used his choosing day to escape his faction. The thought is incredibly disturbing, how could anyone hurt their own flesh and blood? For a period there are no articles, as Tobias must have fallen off the grid. It was only after Beatrice's death, that "Tobias Eaton" reappeared, he worked really hard beside the new government of the city. His life's new mission was to shape and fix this city into what it is today. He had survived for twelve years after the war, but the grief and his depression he felt everyday after his beloved Beatrice's death, took a huge toll on him and he ended up taking his own life in the end. The article continued, describing his death as a suicide in the comfort of his own home, he wrote a note to the one he loved the most, his Beatrice. My eyes glance over to the journal that is open to the last entry, the same page that has dried blood spots splattered on it. My stomach starts to feel queasy thinking about the image of a man, who may look like me, write his final words to his beloved deceased girlfriend, and then take his own life in hopes of joining her in death. Since he no longer had any living relatives, his body was claimed by Caleb Prior. It was documented that Tobias' final wish was to be cremated and spread in the same location that his girlfriend Beatrice's ashes were. Well, after feeling the weight of Tobias' urn earlier, it's obvious to me now that his final wish had never been granted. That thought is really depressing.

It was later reported that Tobias Eaton had changed his name when he joined Dauntless. He was known as Four, the Dauntless prology. Four? I stand up, with my hands behind my head, as I pace throughout the living room. I swear nothing has ever been more frustrating than it is at this very moment. Once again, I find myself coming up with more questions than I have the answers to...How can this be? How can this man, this man who has my name, also have the same nickname? What the fuck! A nickname that I had rightfully earned, seeing that I was the only one in my class that had passed our evaluation in four minutes time, it was a record, it was never even heard of before.

I take a deep breath, sitting back down as I continue to read. Four, as he was named…was given the name by his instructor. Four had beaten the number of fears a person was known to have, when he was tested. I vaguely remember my grandfather telling me something about the serums that were created in every faction for different reasons. Dauntless created one to test your mental capacity by handling your worst fears. It turned out Four only had four fears, hence the name. Four…if I recall was the name that also appeared in Beatrice's articles, he was the name of her initiation instructor. Well, I guess we now know how they met. He must have been her instructor and the rest is history.

I don't blame Four, Tobias, for falling in love with Beatrice. Hell, I couldn't help but fall in love with Tris. Even the first night I met her, I knew deep down in my very soul that there was an instant connection there. Even if I couldn't explain it… I know without a doubt that it was there from the beginning.

I sit back in my seat once again, trying to understand all of this... at the possibility that what I think could be happening, could be real. But is it possible? I sit straight up in my seat as one word comes to mind, the word that my mother said to me when I told her about Tris, "soulmates."

Curious as ever to find out some answers, I searched for the word soulmate in the google engine.

Soulmate- noun- a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

Well that didn't help much…I continue on with my search, trying to find something more useful. A soulmate is not someone you can walk away from that easily. It is someone you can't imagine being without, a person you believe is worth sticking with and fighting for. You look each other in the eye. Soulmates have a tendency to look into each other's eyes when speaking more often than ordinary couples.

I continue my search for answers, typing in words like familiar connection, and unexplained familiarity to objects and people. I find matches that describe things like destiny and meant to be. I am just about to give up when I see something…reincarnation.

Reincarnation: a person or animal in whom a particular soul is believed to have been reborn.

I continue reading on the topic, intrigued. The purpose of reincarnation is for our souls to learn lessons that it has yet to learn in the physical roam.

We are often reborn in the same group as before, every time.

Therefore the souls you surround yourself with, are familiar souls that you have crossed time and time again.

Then I see Here are 8 signs your soul has reincarnated:

You have a powerful intuition. ...

You have déjà vu often. ...

You're highly sensitive. ...

You feel like you don't belong here. ...

You have a strong urge to visit faraway places. ...

You live for deep conversations and connections. …

It is known that previous traumatic events follow us into our new lives as fears…

You have memories of past lives...

I allow my mind to drift to the many images that threaten to spill before me, as I continue to read. Our deep connection. The three spots on Tris' collarbone that I always have an urge to kiss, but never knew why. Yet the picture of Beatrice from before has three ravens that sit in that very spot. I have fears, fears that I can't explain where they come from. Then there are all these items from the chest.. Items that I feel a strong connection too. Could it really be?

My eyes continue to glance at the screen finding the words, "Life is endless, so we never die, as we were never really born."

"Hey, what are you doing awake so early?" The familiar voice startles me, making my head spin quickly in her direction. There, standing in my shirt from last night, is the love of my life, my Tris. I don't know if its the realization of what this all means, or just having her here, to have her as mine, but the sight of her makes my heart swell even more than I would have thought possible.

It doesn't matter, if what I think is true or not…deep down I know she is my soulmate. The one and only I am meant to be with, whether it's this lifetime or another. Perhaps this is our chance to love again.

A/N

Stay tuned for the next update: February 15th

This chapter was brainstormed with FDFobsessed

This chapter was beta approved by Dimpls742

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Trini