Darkest Powers fanfiction
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Derek Souza/OC: Mary Ralluber

Author's Note: Hey! Hey, hey, HEY! ANOTHER chapter! Today! I'm blown. O: Hahahaaa! Alright, well, enjoy and please review! Thanks bunches! (:

Chapter O8.

Mary paced across her room, holding a small orange container with small white pills. She had just come back from her third visit with Dr. Gill, in which she had handed her the prescription for her psychological disorder. According to Dr. Gill, Mary was diagnosed with psychological trauma, which had taken affect ever since her mother was murdered, according to the doctor. Of course, Mary knew this was utter nonsense. Sure, she might have been traumatized by her mother's death, but she knew that her symptoms all had to do with her being a werewolf.

"You do know that this is all bullshit, right?" Mary scoffed, sitting in Dr. Gill's office a few hours earlier. "I mean, you know what I am. I'm a goddamn werewolf! That's why I have uncontrollable violent rages. I'm seeing things, I'm not believing things that aren't real … it's all the lycanthropy."

"Now Mary, you do realize that everything you're saying is nonsense. This is because of the psychological trauma. You feel uncontrollable anger because you've been traumatized," Dr. Gill explained.

"Maybe I have been. Yes, D. Jay killed my mom. Yes, I am angry about it. But I've been having rages since before he killed her. I was the meanest little girl in the world, back when I couldn't control my powers. I murdered grown men when I was only five!" Mary exclaimed.

"You're not a werewolf, Mary! Such creatures do not exist!"

"Bull. Shit. You're so full of it," Mary growled. Dr. Gill widened her eyes.

"I beg your pardon?" she said, fully offended.

"Did I stutter?" she snapped. "How can you sit there and remain completely in denial, even when I told you I knew for a fact what I am. You know what I am. You work with people like me! Davidoff told me!" Dr. Gill's eyes widened even further.

"He told you what?"

"He took me to a Denny's after he found me in mid-Change, treated me to dinner, and then explained to me the different supernatural races. Witches, sorcerers, werewolves … Now tell me that is a lie."

Dr. Gill shook her head. "Mary, I hate to tell you this, but none of that happened. When Dr. Davidoff found you, you were passed out from starvation and lack of rest. He took you to a hospital. I was there, Mary. While you were passed out, I visited in your room. It was I who recommended you come to Lyle House. We could keep an eye on you, in case something was to go wrong."

Mary stared at her with disbelief. "You're lying."

"I'm not, Mary. It's not my job to lie to you."

"Too bad you're doing it anyway!"

Dr. Gill reached inside a large handbag that sat at her feet. Mary could hear clattering of pills. Her breathing grew heavy.

"The trauma has taken over your mind and is creating memories that have never existed," Dr. Gill said. "Take one of these in the morning during breakfast, and one at night during dinner. They'll ease your mind and help you overcome the trauma." She handed Mary a wide orange container and smiled softly at her. Mary stared at her with disbelief.

"We want to help you, Mary, to help you get better. If you cooperate, you'll return to living a normal life, but you've got to want it," she said. She closed Mary's fingers around the container and excused her from her office.

Mary hadn't been able to let go of the pills since then.

"I know it was real," Mary said to herself. "There was no hospital, I didn't pass out. I went to Denny's, Davidoff told me about the supernaturals, and he took me to those labs. The boys were right; Dr. Gill is full of it. Psychological trauma my ass."

There was a knock on her door. Mary had been so caught up in her thinking that she hadn't realized the soft scent that had neared her room. She turned to see Simon at the door, a smirk on his face.

"New meds?" He nodded at the bottle in her hand. "Derek told me what they labeled you as. Psychological trauma—and they've got a legit excuse for it too? Sucks."

Mary sighed. "I know."

"Hey, you wanna chill with us outside? Derek and me, I mean. Brady's not normally welcome when Derek's around," Simon mentioned. Mary scoffed.

"I know how he feels."

"He's a bit of a jerk, and pretty annoying too, but he doesn't really get under my skin as much as he does Derek's. I don't know, I try to be friends. I guess it's Brady who chooses whether he wants one or not. He knows no one really likes him here, not even the nurses. They get tired of his antics." Mary pressed her lips together and nodded. "Anyway, so ... do you wanna come? Derek's actually looking forward to some Changing tutoring." Simon chuckled, and something inside Mary made her smile and chuckle too.

"Sure. Although, I don't really know what else to teach him. He knows pretty much everything I do."

"Well, your company would be nice for him anyway," Simon said with a smile. Mary's eyes widened and she could feel her face getting hot. Embarrassed, she dropped her gaze to the floor. Simon's brow furrowed. "I'm sorry … was that wrong to say?" Mary's eyes quickly returned to Simon's.

"No! No … it's nothing. I'll meet you guys outside in a couple of minutes," she assured. Simon smiled and nodded, leaving her to her room.

For some reason, whenever Derek and she were mentioned together, something stirred inside her body, making her stomach feel heavy. Mary had never been in love before, but she'd certainly had crushes, however, this was no crush. Whatever she felt for Derek was much more powerful as a crush. She continued to wonder, could it be love?

Mary rolled her eyes at the thought. She knew better than to fall in love with a werewolf. As if she'd want to deal with double the rages and mood swings. She wanted to live a normal lifestyle, despite being her supernatural self. As much as she loved the freedom of being a wolf, she hated who she was. It was too difficult to control, too difficult to hide. What if she fell into D. Jay's footsteps, murdering the one she loved because of how he reacted to what she was?

She smacked the bottle of pills against her forehead and glared with her eyes tightly shut, biting on her bottom lip. Her uncontrollable emotions were about to get the best of her.

She opened one eye and peeked at the pills. What did they really do to her? Since she didn't actually have psychological trauma, would they still help her with her uncontrollable rages? However, the thought of being drugged up did not appear appealing to her, especially since it reminded her of her father. She cast the pills onto her bed and left her room.

Mary met Simon and Derek outside after asking Mrs. Talbot to join them in a game of basketball. Mrs. Talbot was hesitant, considering Mary was the only female of the home and she was about to join two boys outside alone, but she finally let her, reassuring her she'd have her eye on them.

Simon was dribbling the basketball in place, while Derek watched with his hands in the pockets of his dark baggy jeans. He was donning another sweatshirt, even though it wasn't very cold out. Both Mary and Simon were sporting t-shirts and shorts, Mary's black hair tied into a high ponytail.

"About time. We thought you weren't going to show," Simon joked. Mary chuckled and rolled her eyes, then drifted her gaze to Derek. She realized that his face was looking ten times better than last week. His skin was almost one hundred percent clear of any acne. She grinned and crossed her arms.

"I told you the miracle cream would work," she said to him. Derek grunted and bowed his head to hide his eyes behind his thick black hair, which was still greasy even after his afternoon shower.

"Sure did. I haven't seen Derek's skin looking this good since before he hit puberty," Simon said, nudging his brother with a grin. Derek rolled his eyes.

"Whatever."

"Anyway, I heard you wanted to learn more about the Change. What's on your mind, Derek?" asked Mary, leaning against the pole of the basketball hoop. She noticed Derek suddenly shoot daggers at Simon, who merely shrugged and began spinning the ball on his finger.

"No, not really," he mumbled, digging the rubber toe of his shoe into a small patch of dirt. Mary arched an eyebrow and turned to Simon. Simon sighed.

"Well, I'd like to learn some things about the Change, even though I'm not a werewolf," he said. Derek's eyebrows knitted together. "I've never seen a werewolf in full Change. You have gone through the Change, have you?" he suddenly asked. Mary chuckled.

"Funny, that was the very question Derek had trouble asking, yet here you are asking me willy-nilly." Derek groaned and rolled his eyes, stubbornly looking away from the two. "Yes, I've gone through the Change. However, I'm not going to demonstrate, since it requires me taking off my clothes, and I don't exactly feel like doing that," she explained. Simon's eyebrows rose to his hairline.

"Whoa, say again?" Mary rolled her eyes.

"Shifting from human to wolf makes your clothes shred off of your body, since they aren't fitted for canines. In order to save your clothes, you've got to take them off. Normally when a person goes through the Change, they're in a secluded area for privacy. When they're ready to Change back into their human form, they either return to their privacy place, or find somewhere new with clothes. It's actually really annoying."

"So, would you recommend Derek carry a backpack with extra clothes with him?" Simon asked. Mary giggled, which made Derek glower.

"It's a good idea. That's what I did when I ran away from home," she explained.

"Did your dad teach you everything about the lycanthropy?" asked Derek solemnly, shifting subjects. The smile from Mary's face had vanished and was replaced with a thin line. The light from her face had darkened. Finally, she nodded.

"Yeah. In secrecy, of course. He told me all while I was growing up, 'Don't you tell your mama about this, Mary. Bad things will happen and you'll be damn sorry.' Not the best mantra, but it kept me quiet."

"That's terrible," Simon said, his eyebrows narrowed. She shrugged.

"Mom didn't know. If she were to find out, which she did, all hell would break loose. And, well, it did. She packed up and walked out the door, but of course D. Jay had to stop her. My mom had lips looser than a cannon, and since she was so scared about what she'd seen, she was bound to tell the police."

"What did she see?" asked Simon.

"D. Jay was Changing into wolf-form. I mean, just imagine the person you love turning into this ungodly hairy creature. It's not even natural.

"So, as soon as Mom found out, she ran to her room, packed her suitcase of clothes, and then ran to me, crying hysterically and trying to tell me we were leaving. 'Course, I didn't know what the hell she was talking about because I couldn't understand her through all of that crying, but it didn't matter because D. Jay had come back and she'd freaked. He knew she'd spotted him and, when he noticed her trying to take me, he told her that I was one too. I didn't even get a say in this. I would have told her that I wasn't, just to not make her leave me, but it didn't matter. She was already afraid of me; I could see it in her eyes.

"Afterwards, D. Jay ordered my mom to stay with him—or, actually, threatened is probably a better word—so she didn't leave right away. Mom stayed with us for about a month or two, but during the time, she still tried escaping. However, you know how werewolves have got super-sensitive hearing and scent, so D. Jay caught every one of her attempts. They fought constantly, Mom never looked at me in the eye again, and everything had gone to hell, just like D. Jay said it would. Funny thing is I never told her what D. Jay was teaching me. He said I'd be damn sorry if I told her, and I didn't, but I still felt terrible. She'd found out on her own.

"If Derek's relayed everything to you that he heard in my first meeting with Dr. Gill, then you know how the story ends," Mary said to Simon. "A damn bloody ending. The worst part about us"—she looked at Derek—"is that werewolves don't get happily ever afters. My father was one of the heads of his pack, full of dirty, murderous, ne'er-do-wells who kill either when their territory's been breached, or just for the hell of it. Moral of the story is that even though my dad was a dirty bastard, he was right about one thing: we live a violent and murderous nature. We're werewolves, Derek, and whether we like it or not, our lives will always be bloody."