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She found them in a small clearing.

There were two of them, a man and women.

Watching through the beady eyes of a crow she watched as they sniffed at the air half heartedly before grumbling to each other about something.

She wondered what they were doing, perhaps some kind of sentry posting? If so they didn't seem to be taking their jobs very seriously.

If she had deigned to wait she could have no doubt followed them back to the rest of the pack.

Instead stilling herself she let out a loud echoing caw, she didn't need to follow them to find their hidey-hole, she had... other methods. The two below jolted at the sudden sound and began looking around nervously.

Werewolves were almost guaranteed wolf animagi, it was a talent most ignored but some, especially in a pack like this, would no doubt possess. Perhaps one of them would lead her on a good chase if she let them run.

With a thought she deadened the noises of their little patch of forest. The eerie silence that followed only served to further unnerve the two wolves.

Satisfied that she had suitably set the mood she decided to have a little bit more fun before she called their attention to her.

Slowly languorously she stretched herself out along the branch she had been occupying.

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Stebbins had been grumbling to himself about something like usual when there had been a sudden, loud caw from somewhere nearby.

Not normally superstitious she'd felt a chill overtake her at the sudden eerie quiet that had overtaken the forest in the wake of the crow's cry.

Anna Faust hadn't always been a werewolf. Born in London to a German mother and English farther she'd led are relatively happy life before she'd been bitten and turned as a child. From then on life had been hell. She hadn't been a witch and though she'd been given some small manner of power by the curse she'd been afflicted with it hadn't been enough to stop the abuse she'd suffered at the hands of her new 'family'.

Wizarding prejudice being what it was she hadn't had anyone to turn to who might have helped her.

And so for the last ten years she'd been tied to Greyback's pack unable to leave.

It was far from ideal but at least she still had her life.

She was torn from her dark musings when the disgusting creature who wore the skin of the man beside her suddenly turned around wand whipping out in front of him making her almost jump out of her skin in fright at the sudden movement.

"Do you hear that?"

"What, I don't hear anything," she grunted out irritably. Stebbins was always so twitchy, probably all those potions he liked to sniff she sneered internally.

Honestly why did she have to have been sent with him she thought to herself as the idiot's eyes continued to dart around.

She was about to tell him just how much of an idiot she though he was being when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye.

With a spin of her own she whirled around just in time to see a shadowy figure flit through the trees.

"Something's here," she hissed to Stebbins before louder, "Who's there!"

The only answer she received was a shout from Stebbins as a crow burst from amongst a tree next to him in a flurry of wings and a faint whispering filled the air.

Then suddenly a voice whispered from amongst the others, right between them. "Plautus said 'Man is not man, but a wolf to those he does not know'."

They whirled looking for the source of the voice finding themselves facing one another with nothing but empty air between.

Then the voice spoke again, this time as they turned they found a women, eyes luminous and slit like a cats gazing out at them from the gloom.

"I wonder, are you a wolf dressed as a man or a man dressed as a wolf?"

The woman Anna thought looked as if she'd been there all along. How did we not notice her?

She lay languorously spread out like a cat along a branch high above the ground and her altogether disquietingly relaxed demeanour was unnerving.

"Who the hell are you?!"

And there went Stebbins the stupid idiot shouting and puffing up ready for a fight. Anna didn't want to be hear she wanted to run, oh how badly she wanted to run, whoever this stranger was she was dangerous and Stebbins was going to start a fight she could tell. He was just like all the rest of them, stupid and aggressive and she wanted to be anywhere but here.

"Me?"

The stranger's voice rung out from behind them and they whirled to find her now sitting on another branch of a tree across from where she had previously been lying.

"I suppose," she said as she stood somehow managing to balance effortlessly on her narrow perch and drawing a sword from a scabbard Anna hadn't noticed until then, "that I'm a wolf."

And then she struck.

She leapt downwards at an angle and flashed forwards with a burst of speed sword in hand.

The woman whoever she was was fast.

Stebbins managed to get off a curse but it missed entirely and then she was on him.

There was a long almost lazy stroke of her blade in a movement more line with a brush stroke and in its wake trailed a long line of silver in the air.

With a scream Stebbins collapsed to his knees clutching the bleeding stump where his shoulder had one connected to his arm.

Anna's muscles wouldn't move and she screamed at herself to run as the stranger eyed the panting man before her dispassionately.

"But it doesn't matter; you Loup Garou are just a dog pretending to be a wolf."

And then with a flick of her blade Stebbins head went rolling and Anna ran.

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An: So I kind of went with a cross between Alucard and the Cheshire cat with a little bit of underworld thrown in here, hope it didn't feel too weird. Carmilla seems like the type to play mind games with her opponents and mess with them then stomp all over them with their own incompetence, pathetic though they may be.

Translations:

Loup Garou – werewolf (French)