Ba-thump…Ba-thump…Ba-thump…

Rain trickled down softly outside of the hospital, all seemed well and quiet, except a lone figure stood in the middle of the asphalt of the hospital parking lot. It was female, pale skinned, ratty straight brown hair and dull green eyes. Her clothes were modern. Grey t-shirt, blue denim jacket, blue jeans and black boots. She was soaked to the bone but the rain didn't seem to bother her. She began to walk inside the hospital without caring about her appearance. The lights were still lit, even though it was 1 o'clock in the morning. No one noticed the wet girl walking through the halls, leaving a trail of water on the clean floors. She stopped outside of Meredith Martin's room with a stoic expression.

Ba-thump… Ba-thump… Ba-thump…

The girl seemed to glide her way in, her eyes never left Meredith's closed ones. She placed her hand on the side of the bed. A sad expression now upon her face as she continued to stare at Meredith. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't listen." Black blood pooled from her mouth. All of a sudden her top of the body fell on top of Meredith's chest, her upper body separated from her lower body. Cut completely in half.

Ba-thump! Ba-thump! Ba-thump!

Blood and entrails poured down from the poor girl's severed body. Her lower half crumpled against the ground. From the combination of the blood it twisted and turned, forming three spirals around Meredith's bed.

~Southern France, 1002 A.D~

"AHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Meredith thrashed against her bed sheets and blankets. Her body sweating and trembling in fear. She opened her eyes when she stopped screaming. Tears stained her cheeks as she tried to catch her breath. She covered her face with her hands. 'What the hell was that!?' She thought. She dreamed of a young beautiful woman brutally murder by a giant wolf. "His eyes…" She can still remember the wolf. It was huge, had powerful legs and arms. It's fur thick and black like the night sky. But it's eyes… it's eyes were blood red. "Have I seen it before?" She asked herself . She took a deep breath, her heart pounding against her ears. One more breath and she got herself out of bed to start the day.

Meredith grimaced at the amount of sweat on her body and how her night gown was clinging to her skin. "Definitely going to need a bath." She groaned. Stripping herself of her clothes she replaced them with a pale blue dress and black cotton flats on her feet. She quickly left her room and grabbed a wooden bucket to make the journey to the river. It wasn't far but it was annoying as hell to go back and forth to grab water for basic things. "When will they invent running water again?" She asked herself while closing the door and locking it. "Ah! Good morning lady Meredith." Meredith internally groaned at the sound of his voice. She turned and came face to face with Tristan de Martel. Mounted on his black steed along with his two guards. He was the son of the Count de Martel. Her father warned her to avoid the son at all costs since he is wicked and she had avoided him at all costs but sadly she caught his eye. "My lord." She curtsied. "Oh no need for formalities! You're our family's greatest healer! Please, just Tristan." He laughed.

'Self-centered prick.' She wanted to say out loud but held her tongue. She gave him a fake, sweet smile. "Lord is just fine. What do I owe the pleasure my lord?" She asked, generally curious. The first time she saw this flashy bastard was when he was foolish enough to hunt far beyond the grounds and got himself seriously hurt. She should've left him to die but her bleeding heart wouldn't let her, so she helped him. It was just a cut from falling off his horse while perusing a boar but ever since Meredith healed him, he wouldn't leave her alone.

Tristan mounted off his horse and began to walk over to Meredith. He looked very out of place in the lush green forest. With his golden embroidered black tunic and silk trousers, not to mention his unreplaced good looks. You would think he belonged to the gods themselves instead of the mundane humans of the world. Not that Meredith would ever admit that. "Well I came to ask you something." He spread his arms out like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Meredith rolled her eyes at that. "Then be swift I have things to do."

"Ha, always straight to the point. Why can we just chat like civilized people?" He sighed, now close enough to Meredith that she could count the many strings on his tunic. She clicked her teeth and just stared at him. "Right we'll, I came to invite you to dinner at my castle."

"Why?" She asked. Meredith hates social gatherings, she hates people and everything to do with them. That is why she chose to remain alone in the cottage. Tristan rolled his eyes at her. He knew from the moment he met her that she was going to be a challenge but he liked a good challenge. "You're our greatest healer, remember! You're the guest of honour."

"You knew as well as I do, that you have better healers who are men… and that I'm also a woman. So no matter what I say or what I did for your family doesn't mean shit." She wasn't wrong. Women were only looked at as a means to produce heirs and nothing more. Tristan laughed again, not at all fazed but her clear distan of him. "Sharp tongued as always." Tristan gently grabbed Meredith's hand gently up to his lips and kissed it. Meredith wanted to recoil from his touch. It sent a disgusting shiver down her spine. "Please be my escort tonight?" Meredith snatched her hand out of his and began her long walk to the river. "You know the rule, if no one is sick and it is not upon request from your father I will not go anywhere. Good day." She was just about to enter the forest when she heard Tristan's boots crunching against the grass, catching up to her. "I find it amusing that you think you have a choice. My father's offer still stands, you know."

"…."

Meredith had been offered a full position at the Count's side in exchange for food and protection. They believed that a witch lived in the forest and that you can hear her wailing close by and then the next day a corpse is found. Sad to say that Meredith was the so-called 'witch' in these tales. She refused him many times, having an idea that the Count had bigger plans for her. "And as I told you and your father, I'm perfectly capable of living on my own." She said, speeding up her walk as she doesn't want to be near him any longer than she should. Tristan was having none of that. He quickly grabbed her elbow that was holding her wooden bucket and roughly spun her around so that they were chest to chest. The bucket falling to the ground with a thump. "Let.Go.Of.Me…" Meredith glared at Tristan but he only smiled. He began walking her backwards, still holding her arm tightly until her back collided with a tall tree. It's bark digging in the back of her thin dress.

His blue eyes stared deeply into hers, daring her to defy him. She didn't back down though. 'If he thinks I'm going to bend to his will he can just forget it!' She thought angrily. He smiled, using his other hand to gently grab a strand of her hair but never breaking eye contact. "You truly fascinate me. But you must understand we want only what's best for you… and so does my sister." Meredith's glare intensified. 'How dare he use his sister against me!'

She tried pushing him off of her but he rammed her arm that he held in his hand against the tree and tightened his grip a little harder. She winced at the pain, knowing full well she will have a bruise. He leaned forward, his chest flattening her breasts. His face buried in her hair and he took a deep breath.

The smell of salt and firewood entered his nose. Tristan didn't know why but he loved that scent on her more than any other smell. "Get off me Tristan!" Meredith growled. Tristan shuddered at the sound of his name coming off her lips but knew he couldn't bask in it, he had a task at hand. He slowly released her and backed away from her but not far away enough. Meredith grasped her bruised arm and rubbed it gently without breaking her eyes away from Tristan. 'That's right. Keep your eyes on me and only on me.' He smirked, not feeling an ounce of remorse for causing harm to her. "You will come Meredith. Or we will have to use force. Your choice." He smiled and began to walk back to his horse when he heard the distant cries of his guards. Meredith muttered and cursed when Tristan was a long distance away from her, knowing full well she really had no say in this matter.

~Beacon Hills~

Derek was on the road from New York back to his hometown where he never thought he would return after the fire. His black Camaro blazed with life on the black road. But he had no choice. He reached down to his phone and quickly put in his passcode. There on the open screen was a video ready to be played. He quickly put the phone on a stand above the radio and played it. Before him came a very upset Meredith in modern clothing. She wore a plain white t-shirt, and a blue Jean jacket. She had her dog tags around her pale throat and her hair loose and wavy. She stared at the camera apologetically. "Derek, Laura. I'm so sorry. I went against what you guys told me not to do and came back to Beacon Hills." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I have found more clues about the fire." Derek's hands tightened around the steering wheel till they turned white. "But not only that… I had a vision about Laura… I saw her death." Meredith's eyes were filled with tears as she opened them. "I left to try and stop it. To cut off the source but…" she choked up at the last sentence, like it was too painful to go on. Derek, though still focused on the road, noticed that Meredith was in some kind of room, everything around her was dark so he couldn't make out where she was. "If either of you are getting this…" She looked at the camera with a serious gaze.

"Stay away."