(Memory)

Marie-Jeanne, Henri and I knew we couldn't just get another hunting party to go out with mistletoe and rowan berries. We needed an advantage over the enemy. So, we came up with a plan, a plan to rule out who was human and who was not.

We stood in the tavern, Marie-Jeanne came forward with two glass bottles of wine, but it was laced with something that Werewolves hated...

"To honour the dead," she began, taking a cap off from one of the bottles. "I expect everyone to drink," she demanded, as she poured the first glass into Marcel's cup, as Sebastien grabbed the other bottle as he began to fill the town's people's cups with the wine. I held my glass out to Marie-Jeanne as she poured me a drink, her eyes staring straight into mine as I gave her a nod of the head. Once Marie-Jeanne and Sebastien had filled everyone's glasses, she filled her own and turned to look at her brother.

"To the dead," he states raising his glass to all of us.

"To the dead," everyone states in unison, raising there glasses into the air, before they took a drink. I swing back the drink and it runs down my throat without a care in the word, though it didn't hurt me, we were on a look out to see who it would hurt. Within moments, Marie-Jeanne and I took our gazes around, but suddenly we hear a glass smash near-by. We glance to see Marcel clutching at the broken glass in his right hand.

"Marcel," Sebastien states in a concerned voice for his friend.

"I have got him," Marie-Jeanne states, putting her glass down and going over to Marcel. I could smell the fresh blood, dripping from his hand. "Come, Marcel. Out to the well," Marie-Jeanne began guiding him to the exit, as the well was just outside. Marcel and Marie-Jeanne leave the tavern behind, as the door closes. I come to the window and looked out, seeing Marie-Jeanne getting clean cold water from the well, pouring it over Marcel's bloody hand. They were taking, I had a listen and he sent her to the cellar to retrieve some bandages. She went off to the side of the tavern, but my eyes stayed focus on Marcel, but he kept on bleeding. If he was a Werewolf, he would have healed by now...

So it isn't him...

Marcel is the one covering for the monster. I took my gaze back to see Marie-Jeanne with her crossbow aimed at Marcel, as he was pleading her to end it, but she noticed the blood droplets still falling and what I had told her as well Henri, it should have healed by now. I quickly wave my hand up and the crossbow went with my action, but the arrow was also released. I turn back around, leaning on the wood, staring at the rows in the tavern. I patted my plain- dirty colour dress down, my eyes scanning, but I came upon Sebastien who was now sat down, his heart beat racing slightly, like he was nervous. I squinted my eyes as I was taking a long shot at this, but as I did his cheek began to be cut open, only a small cut. I could smell the blood run down his cheek, as he was taken back by surprise. But the cut on his cheek healed nearly instantly as it was minor, and he wiped the blood off, leaving nothing there...

My eyes widen in shock as he was the Beast, he was the one who has killed innocent children... I clench my hands into fists as anger boiled inside of me, though I'm not saint but killing innocent children for nothing, just for fun was disgusting and vile. I could feel my knuckles turn white, the blood pulsing through me, as my teeth grit together. Suddenly, the tavern door opens to reveal Marie-Jeanne coming down, her gaze on her brother, but by the expression on her face, she knew who the Beast was too. She made her way steadily over to Sebastien, before sitting down.

"You have killed children," I hear her say, using my vamp-hearing. Her voice broke as she couldn't believe it.

"I kill whatever dares to cross my path," Sebastien states back, knowing that he wasn't going to get away with it now, his sister knew and there was no point in hiding it.

"Why?" She asks the most important question, he could have used this for good, used it to protect Gevaudan.

"It's what I am. What I've become," he began, as I imagine he will dive into the backstory on how he become a Beast. "You've heard the old story of what happens, when you drink rainwater from the paw print of a wolf... You become the Demon-Wolf," he states as this was madness. Marie-Jeanne was speechless, she couldn't say a word as this was breaking her heart. I see her cock her gaze to the town's men, wanting so desperately to tell them that the Beast was sat in front of her. However, it wouldn't end well for anyone of us...

"Go. Go ahead. Tell them it's me. Then watch me tear them apart in a matter of moments. Every last soul in this place. Even the pretty little bar-wench," Sebastian states his voice spiteful and held conviction as he would do it. And did he just call me a bar-wench... Excusez-moi...

"You're a monster," I hear Marie-Jeanne states, her tone even more broken.

"Beast, Marie-Jeanne. The Beast," he replied with a smug look on his face, and he was so proud of that title. He got up from his seat, and made his way over to his sister. He leans down and touches her back, but she pulls back, frighten of him. But I was ready to intervene if he did anything to her.

"You won't catch me," he states to her, and brings forth his hand to wipe the tears from her eyes and then places his hand to the side of her head. "And you won't kill me," he leans forward, to whisper something in her ear. "We're family, Marie-Jeanne," he places a kiss on her forehead to mock her and pulls back ready to leave. "We're family," he states before walking away, and she quickly stands, her gaze on him, as my eyes went also to him. He just turns to look at Marie-Jeanne giving her a devilish smile and he left...

I should have ripped his heart out right there and then, but I couldn't do that to Marie-Jeanne. In the end it was up to her to kill the Beast...

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Marie-Jeanne and I went back to Henri, to figure out how to kill the Beast once and for all. We stood in his cabin as he places a crossbow onto the table, but we needed something bigger than that.

"One bolt may bot be enough. We need something that cuts deeper," Henri states to us, his eyes flickering between.

"A sword?" Marie-Jeanne states. "An axe?" We had no idea what could keep him down, or if my magic would work in his wolf-form.

"Something that uses the weight of the Beast against itself," Henri had suggested to us, making us look at one another wondering what weapon could work on the Beast. I see Henri pick up an arrow head and looks closely at it. "I think I may have a possibility," Henri made us listen to what he had to say, as I eyed him up.

He began telling us his plan, that we should make a massive a pike but the spear part at the top would not be ordinary steel, but it would be embed with blood from Marie-Jeanne, ingredients mixed in like Mountain Ash and Wolfsbane, and blessed by the light of the full moon. But will all that you would need a Witch too perform such a magical feat...

"So, will yo do it?" Henri asks me after he had finished explaining his plan. My eyes cast between Henri and Marie-Jeanne, as this was a right thing to do, to stop the Beast once and for all.

"I will do it," I state strongly to them both as they smiled pleased with my answer...

Thus began the making of the pike. Henri had forged the pike top, and the night was now upon us. We gathered outside under the light of the full moon as the pike laid on a cloth. Four-torches were set around it. The Wolfsbane and Mountain Ash were all ready mixed in with the creation of the pike, all that was left was to add Marie-Jeanne's blood, and bless it by the moon light from the full moon. I nodded my head to Marie-Jeanne as I told her to go. She grabs a knife and cuts her palm open, and moves her hand over the pike, blood dripped from the wound, covering the pike in droplets of blood.

"Phesmatos Matere et lunare tua virtus," I chant as the four-torches began to raise high flames as I channelled the torches and the full moon. "Ex Tutum Tatum, Dimentum Talos. Dox Toxem, Dox Malum. Dox Divinitum," the spell continued as the flames roar higher, the blood on the pike began to soak into the metal, as it was being imbued with her blood and the light of the full moon. I took a deep breath as the flames of the torches dimmed back to their normal flow. "It is done," I spoke to Henri and Marie-Jeanne as they nodded, pleased that it worked. "All you have to do is stab him with it," I told Marie-Jeanne and that it would do the deed, kill the bastard who took so many lives...

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It's been three long years, since I had made the Pike for Marie-Jeanne, we had been hunting Sebastien through France together as if she needed back up, she would have it. But we finally had him, finally we had him chasing us and the plan was all ready in motion. I waited in the treeline to the left of the main area where the pike was laid, covered in snow. A bow on my back as I had used all my arrows trying to hurt Sebastien before I went into place...

In the distance, I hear the roar of the Beast coming, and suddenly, Marie-Jeanne appears all bloody and running for her life. As Marie-Jeanne was ahead, Sebastien raises his hand and began transforming into the Beast. Black swirls twirled around him, consuming his whole body, but it felt more evil than that. And the Beast was emerged from the darkness, and began to run full speed at her. She just in time slides in the snow, the Beast missing catching her, as she slid she raises her hand for the Pike and I flicked my hand up and the Pike connected with her palm and she held it firmly as the Beast runs at her while she screams at it. The pike stabs into the Beasts chest, as it roars, Marie-Jeanne was stunned as it was left immobilised on the Pike, blood spurting from it's wound. Suddenly, the Beast began to fade the darkness began to go back into Sebastien and now was left was his human form, but he began sliding down the pike to kneel in front of his sister.

"You think this minor injury will stop me?" He asks her, but I could tell that it was working, he wouldn't be coming back from this. "I'm the famous and feared Beast of Gevaudan. And when I'm done killing, everyone will know. I will have done such horrors, and all of history will remember my name," Sebastien states to his sister, wanting history to remember him for a long-long time.

"No one will remember, I'll make sure of that," my voice sore through the chilly air, as I come out from my position from the treeline to the left of Marie-Jeanne and walked over to them. His eyes widening as he knew what I meant.

"Damnatio Memoriae?" He states, clearly angered at this. "You would have them take my name?" His eyes flickered to Marie-Jeanne. "Our name!?" He screams at her. But he began to cough as blood began coming from his mouth but it was black, not it's normal colour. "What? What is this?" He gasps for breath as he was in pain.

"No ordinary steel," Marie-Jeanne began. "Wolfsbane and Mountain Ash, forged with our blood under the light of a full moon," she states to him, as she stood from the ground as tears flowed down her cheeks."History might remember you, Sebastien," she leans in and kisses his forehead for a split-second, before going to the side of his head, ready to whisper to him. "But only as a Beast," she states as he groans in pain as she moves back.

"Rot in hell," I spoke to him as his eyes connect to mine for a moment, but the image of my face will be burned into his mind forever, even in the afterlife. He falls into the snow, his heart slowly stopping and then it stops, he was dead. The Beast was dead...Marie-Jeanne comes behind her brother and pulls the Pike right through his body. "You did it Marie-Jeanne," I told her as her eyes cocked to me, she smiles softly at me. Of course she would be sad because she lost a brother, but her victory of killing the Beast was far greater than the weight of guilt of killing her own flesh and blood...

Time would move on, Sebastien Valet would be forgotten. We had burnt all that he owned, whatever he had signed, we torched it all. However, Marie-Jeanne had stayed in Gevaudan with Henri, their relationship had blossomed into love... They then got married and she took his last name...

Argent...

But my hatred for werewolves only grew after the Beast was destroyed. The darkness in my heart was heavy, that all werewolves were like this and I had to put a stop to them. Before I could make the mistake that would haunt me forever. I had died by magic, by my sisters necklace I wore. And there I saw my mother once again, she told me that my hatred for werewolves was dangerous that if I went down this path that my heart would be filled with darkness and pain for those who did me wrong... But the lines were blurred between helping and destroying. As any parent would, she took matters into her own hands and took my memories from me, she took the part of my life that would had turned me into the Monster, that I never wanted to become. She replaced them with false ones with King Louie and his crown. Hoping that I would never recover them...

But she was wrong...

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(Present)

It's been a full day near enough, Alice had been resting in the clinic still very motionless on the metal table. This was the longest she had been out. Deaton wonders over to Alice to check on her, he had never left her side as if she did wake, she would see a familiar face.

"Wake up, Alice," he spoke softly, his eyes upon hers wanting her to do something. To give him a sign, to give him hope that she wasn't really dead... Suddenly, her eyes snapped open, their purple tint resonated within her irises. Deaton's eyes widen in shock and surprise as Alice lifts up from the table and cocked her legs around to dangle them off the table, she was silent and just stared at Deaton... "Are you all right?" He asks her, but she didn't reply for a moment. But Deaton saw tears began to swell in her eyes and then fall down her cheeks like waterfalls.

"Allison," was the word she spoke as she blinked and the purple tint in her eyes had gone but the tears kept flowing and her heart broke...

She remembers everything from her past that has been forgotten.