;wooooooow haha you guys really don't like those nightmare chapters do ya? I hope this (long)chapter makes up for it. Also the song "Once upon a December" belongs to the movie Anastatia. Enjoy reading and please leave a review! I own nothing but the plot and OC's;

Maeve bolted up, budding her forehead with baby tooth's and sending her flying backwards. The tooth fairy rubbed her head and squeaked at Daughter Nature. "Y-yeah. Yeah I'm fine d-don't worry." She said rubbing her head. Baby tooth squeaked that she was going for help and headed to fly out the window. "No!" Maeve exclaimed grabbing Baby tooth by the wings before she could fly off. "You can't go tell Jack!" Baby tooth looked at her like she was crazy. She squeaked as she tried to wiggle her way out of Daughter Nature's grasp, demanding an explanation. Maeve must've looked pretty horrified, because Baby tooth suddenly looked sympathetic and didn't struggle to be let free. "You- y-you just can't!" She exclaimed getting onto her knees. "Baby tooth, please?" The teeth collector blinked at Maeve before nodding her head squeaking that she wouldn't go tell him.

Daughter Nature sighed and released baby tooth as she sat back down. She hasn't realized it but she was shaking and covered in sweat. "W-What happened?" She asked. Baby tooth squeaked at her saying she had a nightmare and wouldn't wake up. Maeve hugged her knees to her chest and hid her face. Pitch had tried to possess her. Now he wants her to join him. What if he possesses her again and forces her to? She shuddered at the idea of having her grandfather running her mind.

Not just that, but she only had few days left... a few days till she's decomposed into a flower. She'll leave the Bennett Family and the guardians behind. Why does it matter? They probably wouldn't care anyway... Maeve rolled onto her side as tears rolled down her cheeks. She just felt so confused and scared...

"Maeve!"

She jumped into sitting position and looked around. Who yelled her name? Baby tooth looked at her confused. She squeaked and looked around. Maeve shushed her and listened again.

"Haha! Maeve!"

"... Jack?" She muttered looking around. The voice was coming from her nightstands drawer. Bright gold light was shining from the small open crack. She opened it to see the teeth container she had taken from tooth palace. It was glowing brighter than before and continued to glow even after Maeve picked it up. Daughter Nature stared wide-eyed at the glowing box as she sat back down on her bed. Baby tooth flew up next to her hands and looked at the box just as surprised as Maeve. The tooth fairy looked up at the nature spirit and nodded at her encouragingly as she patted the blue diamond in the center. Maeve reached up and gently pressed her hand against the blue diamond. Bright yellow diamonds unfolded in front of her eyes showing Daughter Nature one of her past lives.

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A large man with curly blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. He was wearing a large brown cloak over a white shirt under a brown waistcoat. His boots and pants where covered in snow from the winter storm that had just come in. He was whistling an old tune while riding a carriage loaded with household items and furniture that was being pulled by a white horse. "Maeve!" He suddenly yelled. "Maeve! Viens chérie, nous allons arriver bientôt! -Maeve! Maeve Come sweetheart, we'll be arriving soon! -" "Papa venir! -Coming dad! -" A girls voice answered.

The girl, about 15, ran up from behind the carriage a long cloak covering white blouse under her brown dress with blue and white patterns at the bottom hidden under the white apron she was wearing. Her curly blonde hair went down to her back and her tan skin made her small splash of freckles pop out on her nose. Her brown, blue, and green swirling eyes lighted up with excitement as she jumped onto the bench where her father was sitting and death hugged him. He laughed and rapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Êtes-vous prêt à voir la ville de Burgess? -Are you ready to see the town of Burgess? -" He asked. "Mon vieil ami, Mathew Overland va nous aider à s'installer. -My old friend, Mathew Overland will help us settle in-" Maeve smiled and nodded. "Je suis complètement excité! Je ne peux pas attendre pour vivre en Pennsylvanie! -I am completely excited! I can't wait to live in Pennsylvania! -" They finally reached an opening of the forest the man had been looking for. "Anthony Jardinare!" Someone shouted the moment they where in sight. "Mathew Overland!" The man boomed back stopping the horse in front of a small cabin next to a large lake.

A tall, lanky man walked out of the house his arms out wide. He had brown hair that stuck up a little and welcoming bright brown eyes. He was wearing a winter cloak similar to her dads with brown pants and boots. "It's iz good to zee you old friend!" Anthony said in English while shaking Mathew's hand. "It's good to see you too!" Mathew replied. "Nancy! The Jardinares are here!" He called back to the house. A woman with short brown hair in a brown dress came out of the house. A little girl who ran out of the cabin followed her. She had brown hair that went to her shoulders and bright brown eyes to match. Under her left eye she had a small birthmark to go along with her almost unnoticeable freckles. She was only wearing a long-sleeved brown dress that went to her boots with a similar pattern to Maeve's but red and pink.

"Oh!" Anthony said cheerfully. "Zo this is Emma! I've 'eard a lot about you from you vather young lady." Emma giggled as she hugged her father's leg. "And where iz your older one? I know you 'ave one more child... Jason iz hiz name correct?" "Actually it 'Jackson'." A boy answered stepping out from behind his dad. He looked about Maeve's age and had stuck up hair like Mathew and the same cheerful bright brown eyes. He was wearing a cloak similar to Anthony with a long sleeved white shirt and a brown vest under neath. He wore brown pants with straps around the pants leg openings and dark brown simple boots. "Jackson Overland." He finished.

"Jackson my boy!" Anthony exclaimed shaking his hand. "It'z nice to finally a meet you!" "Nice to finally meet you too." Jackson said grinning. "Is it true you sailed all the way from Europe?" "Of course, my boy! Of course. Oh!" He suddenly exclaimed while face palming. "Where are my mannerz? I am Anthony Jardinare! And thiz iz my daughter Maeve." Maeve walked up from behind her father and smiled at the Overland family. "Bonjo- er- 'allo." Maeve greeted while smiling shyly. "She is still learning English." Anthony said patting her shoulder.

"Well, we don't want you both freezing." Nancy said gesturing at the house. "Feel free to make yourselves at home." Anthony went with Nancy, Emma and Mathew inside for hot drinks while the Jack and Maeve remained outside. "Bonjour, ma bonne Dame. -Hello, my good lady-" Jack said in french taking a bow. Maeve smiled. "Oh, tu parles français? Avez-vous apprendre ou vous avez toujours parlé IL? -Oh you speak French? Did you learn or have you always spoke it? -" she asked interested. Jack looked at her cluelessly before grinning nervously. "Um..." he muttered avoiding eye contact. Maeve laughed. "I take you 'ave learn French, no?" She asked. "Probably as much as you know English." He grinned standing back up. "How about we start again. I'm Jackson but everyone I know calls me Jack." Maeve smiled. "I am Maeve but call me Maeve." The teenagers both smiled as they shook hands, bonding instantly.

The rest of the scenes seemed to flash one after the other. It started from Jack and Maeve teaching each other how to speak English and French underneath an old tree. "J'aime manger des escargots. -I like to eat snails-" Jack said repeating the sentence Maeve had been teaching him. She laughed a little. "You are putting too much emphasis." She replied. "Maeve! temps pour les tâches ménagères! -time for chores!-" Anthony's voice yelled. "Ach. Chores time." Maeve mumbled standing up. "Ve can vork on your accent later, oui?" "Sure. Your English accent could use some work thought." Jack replied standing as Maeve walked away. "Oh," she added turning back to him. "I much prefer eating fish." Jack stood for a second while Maeve walked off trying to process what she had meant. "Wait... Wait what did I say in French?! Maeve!" He yelled sprinting after the laughing blonde.

Then she was sitting with her back against the same tree and Jack resting his head on her lap while she read him Romeo and Juliet. "-For there never was a story vith more voe than this of Juliet and her Romeo." Maeve finished closing the book. "Thats it?" Jack asked opening his eyes. "What do you mean?" Maeve asked setting the book down. "That's it?" Jack repeated. "No plot twist, no special ending, just that?" "Well what do you want to happen?" She asked crossing her arms. Jack only shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe they both come back to life as different people. Oh! And they could fall in love all over again! But this time they actually get to know each other first." He said grinning proudly at his idea. Maeve rolled her eyes. "Not every story ends 'ow you want it to, Jack." She said. "That or Brutus would've lived." "Who?" Jack asked furrowing his eyebrows trying to remember if there was a character named 'Brutus'. Maeve laughed. "Non he is from a different story by Shakespeare. Maybe I'll read it to you sometime." "Look forward to it." Jack said closing his eyes again. "What are you doing?" Maeve asked. "Shhhh I'm sleeping." Jack muttered. Maeve shook her head and laughed to herself. "Get your head off my lap, Overland." She said. "But it's so comfy." Jack whined. "Off." She repeated. "Non." Jack replied. Maeve shoved him playfully causing Jack's head to roll off her lap. "What was that for?" He asked laughing. "Mocking my accent." Maeve replied crossing her arms.

Then they where hiding in between to smaller trees a plate piled high with pastries between their hands, sniggering as the sound of the baker crying in outrage echoed through the forest. "'e is going to 'ave our heads." Maeve laughed as she took another bite out of what was left of the pastries. They had given most of them to the kids in their village which still left a dozen for them to slipt. "The kids promised they wouldn't tell." Jack said taking another bite out of the pastry. "oui, but what happens if they let it slip?" She asked still looking uncomfortable. Jack shrugged. "Then I'll take the blame. It was my idea anyway." He said wiping off his hands using his vest. "Non I went through with it. I should get some of the blame. Though it was mostly you." She replied brushing the crumbs off her apron. "Jee, thanks." Jack replied sarcastically.

Next they where playing with some kind of chalk-like-paint on the ground. Jack walked over to Maeve just as she stood up and wiped the sweat off her forehead. He stared down jaw dropped at the detailed scenery drawing she had made. "How did you...? When did you...?" Maeve laughed. "My Uncle is a painter. I used to love to go paint with 'im in 'is studio." She replied brushing a loose curl if blonde hair behind her ear. "Well you sure are amazing. What's this place supposed to be?" He asked. Maeve shrugged. "I don't know. I saw it in my dreams. It looks like a garden of some kind." "What kind of garden needs a bridge?" Jack asked. Again, Maeve only shrugged.

Then it went to when he was teaching her to climb trees, they narrowly missed a group of bandits known as the "wolf gang" that where sneaking through the forest. "Whatever you do," jack whispered to her when they where out of ear shot. "Don't let them catch you alone in the woods." "Why?" Maeve whispered back hunching over so she was still hidden from sight. "They'll do... terrible things to you. Just promise me you'll stay clear of them, ok?" He asked again. Maeve nodded in reply feeling a bit more uncomfortable about the town now. It was a lot different from her grandmother's large gated home in France.

The next scene took place a little over a year since they first met they where walking through a flowery field in front of the large forest. "...ballroom dancing isn't required in France." Maeve laughed. "My papa just taught me 'ow because I asked 'im to on the boat. Took me weeks to catch on. Probably because I'm such a 'orrible dancer." "How hard can it be?" Jack laughed. He jumped in front of Maeve and did a bow. "May I 'ave this dance?" He asked in the French accent she had taught him. Maeve quirked an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "In an open field with no music?" She asked. "What a better time to practice?" He asked taking her hand and starting the dance. After a few minutes of spinning around Maeve started humming under her breath. "Whatcha humming?" Jack asked as he twirled her around. "Oh, just an old song I've always known." She replied before singing: "Dancing bears, painted wings. Things I almost remember. And a song someone sings, once upon a December." Jack kept quiet while she sung. Maeve had a beautiful voice. Even the plants and animals surrounding them seemed to go quiet and listen to her. "Someone 'olds me safe and warm. 'orses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully, across my memory. Far away, long ago. Glowing dim as an ember. Things my heart used to know, Things it yearns to remember. And a song someone sings..." Jack spun Maeve with one arm out stretched before pulling her back in and she finished the song. "...Once upon a December." Maeve spun into his arms so their noses where touching. They stared at each other wide-eyed. Maeve's cheeks burned bright red and her lip quivered a little as she tried to form words. "I... Uh...". Jack smiled. "Have I ever told you your adorable when your embarrassed?" He asked. Before Maeve could even answer, Jack kissed her.

Next the story went to Emma and other little girls from the village braiding flowers into both of the teenagers hair. "You have really pretty hair Maeve!" the blonde haired little girl said while fixing more flowers into her golden curls. Maeve chuckled softly as she flipped another page in her book. "Thank you, 'annah." She replied. "It's not fair." the burnet girl moaned. "Maeve has more hair." Maeve glanced over to see Jack sitting legs crossed while Emma and another girl stuck flowers in his hair like a crown. She clasped her hand over her mouth to keep from bursting out laughing.

Once they where finally released from the girls, the two teenagers went to the barn to feed the Jardinare's horse. "Well, I feel ridiculous." Jack said waving a hand at his flower covered head as the doors closed behind them. "Awww, but you look so pretty." Maeve teased ruffling the small free space on his head. He rolled his eyes and sat down as he tried to pull the flowers out of his hair. "Ow...ow!" He winced. "Help?" Maeve fed her horse then walked over to Jack while shaking her head. She sat so his back was against her legs and she started plucking the flowers out. "Wonder why they put flowers in your hair too." Maeve mused aloud as she got half the bright blue flowers out. "You'd figure they'd know it would get stuck." Jack tilted his head back so it was resting on Maeve's lap. "Because I'm just soooo pretty." He replied while batting his eyelashes. "You are such a filou damné..." Maeve smirked under her breath as her cheeks turned pink. "Does that mean I'm a handsome devil?" Jack asked flashing off his famous grin. "Close." Maeve replied laughing. "'Damned Trickster'."

Then winter came again and the two now 17 year olds spent their days after chores having snowball fights and making snow angles or attempting to play hopscotch on the ice covered ground or skipping chores to sneak off together. Jack, Emma, and Maeve walked through the village as the sun set completely and people made their way into their homes for the night. A small wolf pup with gray fur trailed not to far behind them, it's bright blue eyes locked on the the end of the staff Jack was carrying. "Maybe tomorrow you could finally read me "The Tragic tale of Julius Caesar"." Jack said while flipping the staff with a "g" curve at the end over his shoulder. "I'd read it myself but its in French and Shakespeare is hard enough in English-" "Jack! You promised you'd take me ice skating tomorrow!" Emma budded in pouting. "I know, I know." He said ruffling her hair. "We'll go first thing in the morning." Emma cheered happily before asking: "Can you come too, Maeve?" Maeve laughed and shook her head. "I'd love to but I need to 'elp my papa around the 'ouse. Maybe next time." She answered. Once they arrived at The Jarindare's house, Jack cupped his hand over Emma's eyes and kissed Maeve good night. "Hey!" She squealed trying to pry off her older brother's hand. "I'll see you tomorrow?" Jack asked as he and Emma started back for their house. "Same place as always." Maeve replied waving goodbye. "come on, Rudolf!" She held the door open for the pup before heading inside herself.

Then things changed. Maeve stood with Anthony, Emma and her parents wearing all black in front of a gravestone made of two sticks in the shape of a cross. The scene flashed by to another day. This time it only showed Emma sitting in front of the same grave, her head hidden in her knees. Maeve walked up from behind. Despite having large dark circles under her eyes and milk-pale skin, she rapped her cloak around Emma's shoulders. "Emma you can't blame yourself." She said sitting next to her on the frozen grass. "But it is my fault!" Emma said looking up at Maeve with red eyes. "No it's not." Maeve said quietly rapping her arm around Emma's shoulders. "It was Jack's choice." They sat in silence before Maeve piped up. "You know what my papa told me when my mom passed?" She asked. "What?" Emma sniffed. "The ones we love never leave us. They find a special place inside us." Maeve answered. "I don't want him inside me. I want him out here!" Emma cried into Maeve's shoulder. "I know, Emma, I know. I want 'im back too." She said quietly.

Maeve's eyes grew wide at the familiar wolf growl she heard in to woods. She stood up as the tree branches started to shake. "Emma." She said panicking. "Emma run." "What?" Emma asked standing up. "Run go to the village and get 'elp." Maeve told her. "Go!" Emma looked confused but she nodded and ran off to the village. "I don't understand what could've knocked over so many trees." A voice said. "Ah it's just the storm front coming in." Another voice replied. They where getting closer. Every nerve in her body was telling Maeve to run or climb a tree or just vanish from site. But she knew she couldn't. They would get to Emma within minutes and hurt her. or worse. Maeve took a deep breath as the Wolf gang walked out of the trees. "Well, what do we have here?" The largest and the ugliest of them asked smirking. He walked over to Maeve. "What are you doing out here all alone?" He reached out and tried to touch her golden curls. Maeve slapped his hand away. "Feisty, eh?" He asked grabbing her arm. "Don't touch me!" Maeve snapped kneeing him the crotch.

The man heaved over and fell to his knees. The rest of the men suddenly fell from a blast of wind coming from no where. Maeve didn't care or bother to think of what would've caused the wind, she tore off through the trees as fast as she could. One man had recovered and tore after Maeve. She tried going through the larger branches of the forest which seemed to grow larger as she passed. But he was to determined. He pulled out a deadly looking sword and hacked away at the branches. Maeve sprinted into a tree as fast as her limbs could carry her. He walked right underneath her. She stopped breathing. He looked around through the bushes and around the trunks or trees. Maeve remained still as a statue in her hiding spot. Her heart pounded in her chest. Please go away... Please please please go away... The man turned at someone yelling and walked away. Her breathing returned slowly and her heart rate lowered. "enfer sainte..." She breathed while leaning back against the trees trunk. Maeve climbed out of the branches and gently landed on the forest floor before running. Emma should be home by now. All she had to do was get out of the forest and everything would be alright...

"There you are you little brat!" Someone yelled. Maeve froze and her face went pale. She heard struggling and yelling ahead of her. Quietly she tip toed forward and peered around a tree. Emma was struggling against the man as he held her up by Maeve's cloak. "Let go!" She snapped while struggling. They both turned at the sound of of someone yelling but this time it wasn't a mans voice. "Momma!" Emma screamed back. "Emma?!" Mathew's voice yelled. The man looked back down at the child in his hold. "Sorry kid. Someone already got away. And we can't have any witnesses."

He said as he pulled out a pocketknife. "Emma!" She yelled. Maeve jumped out of hiding and threw the only thing she had between Emma and the tall man. Herself. Maeve raised her arms up at the incoming knife and closed her eyes. Her blood stream seemed to explode as a blast of white and the sound of thunder erupted from nowhere. Maeve gasped in pain and clutched her ribcage as she fell to her knees. Emma looked up from behind the cloak as the bright light disappeared.

"Maeve?" She asked. Maeve glanced back at her and quickly yanked something out of an object with a grunt and threw the pocketknife the man had aside. "A-are y-you ok?" The blonde asked turning herself around. Emma ran into Maeve's arms in response. Maeve took a sharp intake of breath but rubbed the ten year olds back anyway. "Maeve!" Anthony yelled. He, Mathew and two other men ran into sight but didn't see them. "Go on." Maeve muttered to Emma while giving her a small nudge. The ten year old nodded and sprung to her feet. "Emma!" Maeve sudden grabbed her hand. She looked back at her surprised. "N-none of this is your fault." She said quickly. "You're just as much as a victim as Jack and I." Emma nodded and ran to her father.

Maeve smiled weakly. Now reassured Emma was safe, she looked down at her injury. Maeve's vision turned blurry and she felt light headed. Her hand removed itself from under her breast to revile it was covered in crimson. She started rocking on the spot. She fell onto her side and suddenly breathing became difficult. "Maeve!" Anthony's voice yelled. She heard the faint russling of leaves and the snapping of twigs then the thumping of boots against dirt. He gathered his daughter in his arms. "Je suis désolé Papa. -I'm sorry, dad.-" she breathed. "Maeve, Maeve Veuillez rester avec moi. Vous serez très bien je vous jure. -Maeve, Maeve please stay with me. You will be alright I swear-" Anthony said as tears pooled from his eyes. "Je t'aime Papa. -I love you daddy." She muttered eye lids growing heavy. Anthony choked on his own words. "Je t'aime trop amour. -I love you too, sweet heart-" Maeve looked at the sky. "Je n'ai jamais vu la lune briller ce lumineux... -I've never seen the moon shine that bright...-" she muttered. Maeve's eyes closed and her body went limp. The next scene took place a few days later. Anthony and the Overlands stood over the 2 graves that held their children. Inside Maeve's casket, her hands where folded over the flowers they had set in her wound. From her hands, cheeks and feet green vines started to root themselves into the earth.