Darkest Powers fanfiction
EVERYONE'S SECRET
Derek Souza/OC: Mary Ralluber

Author's Note: Bah. I've really got to make my titles more diverse. This is the second time today I've mixed up Everyone's Secret with The Dark Secret, two completely different stories from completely different fandoms! Grrs. Anyway, here's more Mary and company! Enjoy the chapter and please review. Thaaaaanks. ;D

Chapter 18.

After Mary escaped the soldiers that had been following—whom, she knew, still were—she continued to run towards vast, desolate landscapes, remembering what it felt like to be on the run, to be free from any closed walls. The air tickled her furry face, her tongue lolling out, and feeling the earth against the pads of her paws. She'd missed the outdoors. She hadn't been outside since that night she'd snuck out of Lyle House to stretch her body, the night she'd showed Derek the Change, the night she'd made love to him.

Shaking the memory from her mind, she focused on what lay before her. She was in a field of tall brown grass, most likely in the countryside. She'd ran for many days and nights, of course taking breaks for her babies's sake, but then quickly getting back on her feet. She drank water from streams and ate wild fruit off of bushes. Once she got back to civilization, she'd find herself some clothes and some people food.

She ran through the field, knowing her black fur was sticking out like a sore thumb. It wasn't until she reached a road and a couple of abandoned buildings that she realized her surroundings were appearing familiar. Cocking her head, she peered into one of the abandoned buildings, an old barn that was crumbling from rotting wood and termites. An electric fence separated it from the road, and she wondered why nobody would just tear the eyesore down. Perhaps they didn't want to waste any money demolishing a building that was already demolishing itself.

As she stepped inside, rays of light pouring in through the large cracks and holes of the barn, memories began to flood back to her, memories of this barn. She peered into a stall and saw a bed of hay, scratch marks etched into the rotting wood. The etches could have belonged to any animal if she hadn't remembered doing them herself.

This was the barn she'd hid out in when she'd ran from D. Jay, she remembered. The etches were how many days she'd been there. Thirty-two etchings. Thirty-two days before she'd left the barn and decided to move on. She couldn't live in a deserted barn forever. It was then that she remembered she'd moved on to find a new place to live, new stores to raid, new life from D. Jay.

Fear pounded through her body as she nestled in her old hay bed. She was back in Montana, which meant she was getting closer to D. Jay. Why was she back here?

She decided that after a night's rest, she'd continue on, going back to the town she was familiar with to get supplies. There was a gas station, she remembered, built in the middle of nowhere for people who could be passing through that sold some food and tourist shirts. Mary always felt a squelching feeling about those shirts, wondering if they were really as clean as they were claimed to be.

The gas station was a shabby old shack with only one drive and gas pump. It literally was built in the middle of nowhere, many miles away from where town actually started. Mary wandered over to the building, peeking through the dirty window to see if anyone was around. The owner, an older man wearing a stained white wife beater and trucker hat, was leaning in a wooden chair behind the counter, snoring with his mouth open, exposing his lack of teeth.

It was safe to go inside. She padded into the store, wary of the creaky floorboards. Towards the opposite side of the counter were where the shirts were. She approached the sole rack that carried the "I LOVE MONTANA" t-shirts, disgusted at them. With her muzzle, she quietly looked through them, not caring about the color, but getting the biggest size they carried. She needed the shirt to cover both her belly and her waist down.

She came across a 3X-large and tugged it off of the hanger. It clinked loudly against the metal pole of the rack at the store owner immediately awoke.

"Who's there?" he snapped, a country accent in his words, his voice hoarse and deep. Mary hid behind a counter of liquor as she heard the man leave his chair and walk around his tiny store. She was still grasping the shirt with her teeth as she breathed heavily, keeping low. If she had to, she'd take the man down.

Her heart raced as she heard a gun being cocked, her ears perking straight up. Now she had to take him out. If he saw an abnormally large black wolf in his shop, he wouldn't hesitate to shoot it.

She contemplated whether she should just Change back into her human form. If the old man were to see a teenage girl rather than a large wolf, he'd definitely think twice about shooting her, especially if she was pregnant and naked.

But Mary didn't like the idea of some dirty old man's eyes lingering on her body, she stayed the wolf. Besides, she was more powerful in her wolf form. It was a lot easier to claw someone's eyes out with actual claws than fingernails.

The old man was drawing nearer, and Mary could hear the gun shaking in his feeble arms, as if it were too heavy for him to carry. Mentally sighing, Mary rounded the aisles and slinked along the wall, the small shelves hiding her from the man's eyes. Unfortunately, he'd seen a flash of black fur passing by, and he quickly turned around, shooting at nothing.

"Who's there, dammit!" shouted the cranky old man. "Whoever's there better get their ass out face me so I can shoot them into oblivion for hidin' in my shop! Ya'll better not be robbin' me!"

If Mary could talk, she probably would have started to laugh, even if the shotgun in his hands was threatening. But he was acting so ridiculous. His agitation was much enjoyed by Mary as she slinked towards the front door. It was better not to kill any more people, she thought. Best to leave the crazy old man at peace. At least she'd gotten some clothing.

With the horrid shirt in her mouth, she darted off for town. The sun blazed overhead, but Mary knew it would be setting soon. When it went down, if she reached town, she'd raid another store for a better change of clothing.

She'd raced the road a few more miles before she felt the contractions again. She growled and decided she needed to stop and look for a place to rest. Here there were a couple of trees that gave off the least bit of shade, but they'd suffice.

As Mary approached the tree, she began to shift back to her human form, immediately pulling the extremely large ill-colored shirt over her head. It fit just the way she wanted, though. The sleeves reached all the way to her elbows and the hem just above her knees.

"I'm definitely going to need better clothes," she sighed as she pulled at the nauseous green shirt. Other than being a good size, the only nice thing about the shirt was that it helped her blend in with the grass, which was becoming greener the closer she got to town.

Mary sat underneath the tree and leaned her back against the trunk, rubbing her mound absentmindedly. The contractions were almost gone, but she felt a wave a fatigue wash over her. Perhaps she'd take a brief nap before heading towards town, so she could raise her awareness.

"We'll just get what we need and get the hell out of here," she said aloud before dropping her gaze to her mound. "Hang in there, guys."

She'd have to be careful entering that town, especially at night. That town belonged to Mary's father, and his wolf pack, and werewolves were very overprotective of their territory. Any unfamiliar or unwanted scent would cause a disturbance, almost like setting off an alarm to them. However, Mary couldn't help but wonder if her scent would be noticed as unwanted. What if her father wanted to smell her scent? Either way, she wasn't going to stay long. She thought it was dumb enough to come to Montana in the first place, even if she didn't really realize she'd entered her home state, but she'd be recognized as even dumber if she lingered too long.

Her stressing over her father wore the babies out; Mary could tell. She felt them stirring, kicking at her like a gentle nudge. Her eyes widened and she rubbed her mound some more.

"Sorry guys. I didn't think my worrying would bother you so much," she said to them. She was quiet for a while before speaking more out loud to them. "Hey, I wonder what gender you guys are. If I'm going to consider keeping you guys, I guess I've got to name you. I wonder what names your daddy would think of …" Her voice trailed off as dread suddenly took over her body. She knew Derek wouldn't want babies. As if his life wasn't chaotic enough. He and Simon were on a mission to finding their dad, and Mary knew that finding out that Derek had a couple of kids would really stress him out. She bowed her head as she stared at the top of her large, round belly.

"Guess you two won't even meet him, then," she whispered sadly. She couldn't do that to Derek. As if the first thing he needed were a couple of twin babies. Shaking her head and fighting back the tears, she bit her bottom lip, praying that nobody would tell him about her pregnancy. She wasn't about to destroy his life and force him into fatherhood so soon. She had seduced the sex with him; this was her burden.

"It's just you two and me."