"Sebastian?" Lucile asked the tall, silhoutte that stood in the doorway of the Undertaker's home.
"No, it's Father Christmas. I came early because you've been such a good little girl." he replied sarcastically, "Who else would it be."
"Oh Sebastian! My, this night is turning out to be great fun!" the Undertaker sang happily. Lucile rolled her eyes in annoyance,
"What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you. What are you wearing?" he asked eyeing her up and down curiously. Lucile scoffed, not 'are you okay?' or 'why are you here?' but 'what are you wearing?'. Typical of him really.
"That would be my doing." the Undertaker said stepping forward with his hand raised, "We wouldn't want her running around naked, she might catch a cold. Or something worse." Sebastian narrowed his eyes at the crazy man,
"Did he try anything, Lucile?" he asked suddenly catching her offguard.
"What? God's no." she replied shakily before muttering, "What would you care anyway."
"I wouldn't. I'd just like an excuse to kill him." Sebastian replied easily with that smile of his. Lucile rolled her eyes and slumped forward to rest her chin on her hands, this night was proving to be exhausting. She'd come here wanting answers about the night Jack the Ripper was destroyed, yet she'd found out more than she'd bargained for and now questions she hadn't even thought to think of were flooding her mind. Was what the Undertaker told her really the truth, and just how did he know all that anyway? What was she the key to? She was so absorbed in sorting through what she'd learned and the questions she wanted to ask, she didn't notice Sebastian watching her closely with a strange look in his eyes.
"I must admit, I did expect you to be neck deep in some kind of trouble so you must imagine my disappointment finding you here completely unharmed." he said pulling her out of her thoughts. It was then she realized how tired she was, she didn't even have the energy to create a witty response.
"I'm sorry." she said standing and walking over to him, "Let's go home." She felt his crimson eyes on her as she began the long walk back towards the manor.
"Protect her, Demon. Protect her with your life, for she is the key." the Undertaker told him quietly. Sebastian scoffed,
"You're a fool." he said with a smile before following his Wolf-girl.

Lucile watched the steam from her tea rise steadily, the scent of the green tea was mesmerising and only accentuated her tiredness. The walk home had been painful, neither muttering a single word to each other although she knew he wanted to know. She could feel it in the air. His restaint was better than hers however and she'd promised to tell him everything once they got back but she hadn't known where to begin.
"I know why you went to see him." Sebastian said finally before taking a sip of his tea, "You figured he would know what had happened since I wouldn't tell you."
"I don't care about that anymore. I remember most of what happened..." she trailed off and swallowed the lump in her throat before saying the words that came next, "Th-thank you."
"What was that?" he asked smiling that cursed smile.
"Don't make me say it again!" she growled more embarrased than angry. Sebastian continued to smile beautifully at her; she hated that smile. She hated his soft black hair, his perfect face and the way his eyes saw into her soul, but most of all she hated that smile because it was earnest. Sebastian Michaelis had three smiles - the first being the one society sees most, the fake smile. The second is the smile of his nature, destructive, evil and malicious. The third and final smile was one he reserved for privledged people, the most honest and sweetest smile anyone would ever see. The happy smile of a demon was glorious, more stunning than an angel's smile because it was coming from a creature of darkness who couldn't love. It was the that smile he was showing her now, the one she hated.
"Thank you for saving my life..." she repeated quietly, "I'm sorry for the inconvienece I caused you and Ciel." Sebastian's smile faltered and in it's place a frown appeared,
"Don't say that."
"Say what?"
"That saving your life is an inconvience. It's not." he told her. Lucile blinked at him, waiting for him to say something snide or start laughing because he'd succesfully messed with her mind. But he didn't laugh or say anything, he just stared into her golden eyes quietly. Lucile's throat became dry and she felt like she was going to be sick,
"What did you put in the tea?" she accused. Sebastian's face stayed the same,
"A sleeping draught. You need to sleep." he replied standing and walking over to her side of the table. The world began to darken as her lids grew heavy, she was trying to resist but it was futile. He'd made it strong enough for an elephant.
"B-bastard..." she sighed as her body slumped forward and into the soft clothed arms of the demon butler. He sighed softly, a different smile, gentler, kinder, spread across his lips,
"You may be pigheaded, stubborn, annoying and stupid at times, but you're far from an inconvience. If anything, I'm inconviencing you." he said lifting the sleeping girl into his arms and carrying her to her bedroom.

-Some Weeks Later-

"...I don't buy it." Finny said immaturely as he sat cross-legged on the large bench, arms folded over his chest, "It's not normal."
"What do you know of normal, Mr My-Strength-Is-Ridiculous?" Bard muttered, smoke puffed out of his mouth as he spoke.
"I think you're both wrong." Mey-Rin argued, pushing her glasses up, "I think that, well I mean it's quite possible that - perharps..."
"It wasn't a date if that's what you're implying, Mey-Rin." Lucile groaned from the doorway. Beside her, Sebastian smiled sweetly,
"Don't dash her dreams like that." he chastised gently earning a scowl from Lucile.
"Now that you mention it, they have been friendlier to each other lately." Finnian said thoughtfully.
"I'm going to punch you later." Lucile warned Sebastian in a voice low enough for his ears. Although threatened, he just laughed easily as if she was a child yelling at an adult.
"You both are idiots." Baldroy said with a yawn as he stretched his arms up towards the ceiling, "Bed. Now."
"But I wanna know - ow, ow, ow, ow!" Lucile watched in silent amusement as Bard led Finny out by his ear, only to stop by the doorway where she and Sebastian were standing side by side,
"You coming?" he asked her. Lucile shook her head,
"In a bit. I haven't eaten since lunch." she told him. Well it was true, she had been out when she'd got the feeling that something was wrong. She'd followed Ciel and Sebastian's scent to an old abandoned building where she'd been informed that Lady Elizabeth Midford had been kidnapped. They were trying to find her when Lucile had found them. Hours had passed during the whole ordeal and she hadn't realized how hungry she was until afterwards.
"You go on ahead, I'll try not to wake you." she told Mey-Rin when the maid seemed to hover around unsure on what to do. With the order, she nodded and followed the other two men leaving Lucile alone with him. Without hesitation she began to prepare a light meal for herself while Sebastian reclined in a chair with a news paper. Every now and then she would glance up to see what he was up to only to find him deeply absorbed in what he was reading. When she was finished, she took the seat opposite him and began eating.
"Is it true?" she asked after a long period of silence, at first she had no intention of seeing whether his claim had any truth behind it, but it slowly began to gnaw at her until she absolutely had to find out.
"Is what true?" he asked from behind the paper. Lucile pushed a piece of ham he had prepared yesterday around the plate trying to think of a way to ask.
"What you told that weird man." she said just as vaguely.
"I told him a lot." he replied simply. Curse this man - he was going to make her say it. Lucile exhaled deeply, squared her shoulders and demanded that her cheeks would not redden.
"...About your tongue."
Sebastian froze for a second before folding the news paper in half and looked at her over the rim of his glasses. The corners of his mouth stretched into a feline grin,
"Curious are you?" he asked, "I can't say I ever expected that from you." Lucile huffed and turned her head away from him, she could feel her cheeks becoming red even though she'd orded them not to,
"Well if it's not true, then forget I asked." she replied turning back to him only to find him gone.
"I never said it wasn't." a voice purred huskily in her ear. Lucile froze as soft gloved hands glided down the side of her face to her chin, turning her head she found his half-lidded crimson eyes. She gulped, she'd never been this close to him before. His warm breath tickled her lips as he inched closer,
"Would you like to find out for yourself?" his voice was barely a whisper as he spoke. Lucile's heart began racing, her lip quivered in antcipation at the promise. Oh yes, she wanted to find out for herself, she wanted those beautiful lips on her own - she wanted him. But...
"Don't be ridiculous." she scoffed pushing him away gently, "I'm too tired for your mind games, Michaelis." Lucile pushed off from the table and walked over to where he was still standing patiently.
"Oh, right." she said as if she'd remembered something. With a smile to rival his she raised her fist and punched him in the face, "Goodnight." As she walked away Sebastian's smile followed her. His fingers brushed over his lip where her fist had connected, he really would have kissed her if she'd let him.

Lucile looked down at the garden from her window and smiled, Elizabeth had suggested they have a picnic and Ciel had agreed. Since she was almost killed a few days ago, he'd been agreeing to almost anything she'd suggested. It was sweet. Her golden eyes drifted from her Master and his fiancee to where Mey-Rin, Finny and Bard were lolling about nearby. Tanaka and Pluto sat with them as they enjoyed their own lunch. They didn't get many days like this, most days were filled with mystery and death.
"Mystery..." she whispered outloud as she touched the seal on her neck. A sadness washed over her, a sadness she hadn't felt since the death of Rachel and Vincent Phantomhive. She was alone in her world - the last Aconitum Lycan, possibly even the last of her kind in existance. A single tear trickled down her cheek.
"Still wondering about your seal?" Sebastian's voice was a strange comfort, reminding her that she had a reason to be strong. Lucile shook her head,
"I was thinking of family, actually." she replied as her gaze shifted back to Ciel and Elizabeth. She felt Sebastian stand behind her, his scent completely covering her. She'd been avoiding him since the scene in the kitchen and even though they usually worked together, she'd been succeeding. Until today.
"You're hiding." he stated matter-of-factly. She thought about arguing with him for a split second, but then realized it would be futile. He knew he was correct.
"I mustn't be doing a very good job." she replied half-heartedly.
"You aren't hiding from them, Lucile." he replied resting his hands on her shoulders and turning her around, "You're hiding from me. Why? You've always been so head strong and stubborn."
"Thanks for the compliment." she muttered scowling, "It was an unconscious action, I assure you." Sebastian smiled,
"You're afraid of me." he stated looking into her eyes, "You weren't before but you are now, well not me personally. You're afraid of what your emotions mean."
"Stop that." she growled stepping out of his grasp and walking around him, "If you ever look into my soul like that again, I'll kill you." Feeling more annoyed at herself than at him, she stomped down stairs to the garden where she found Bard enjoying a lunch-time cigarette.
"Oh, Miss Lucile, I didn't see you." he said standing up quickly. Bard was a strange man, even though she'd told him to call her Lucile over and over, he'd always been so polite towards her. Baldroy was rarely polite to anyone.
"I'm going out for a while. I don't know when I'll be back." she told him eyeing the snoozing Pluto warily.
"Does Sebastian know?" he asked curiously. Lucile shrugged and turned to go back inside,
"Probably." was all she said as she began walking in the direction of which she came. She couldn't be in this house, not while her emotions were scattered all over the place, and Sebastian toying with her like that. No, she wouldn't let him have that satisfaction. And so she'd resolved to go to the one man who's madness would put her at ease.
His place was empty when she entered, but that didn't mean he wasn't there. Carefully she peered into his usual sleeping spots only to find them empty, until she saw it. A large black, wooden coffin sitting in the middle of the back room.
"This is new." she remarked to the coffin. A giggling errupted from inside as the lid slowly slid open,
"Beautiful isn't it?" he asked stepping out onto the floor. To anyone who didn't know the Undertaker, this would seem very strange.
"If you say so, coffins aren't really my area of expertise." she replied leaning against it. The Undertaker smiled at her and although his eyes were hidden beneath his bangs of grey hair, she could feel him looking at her and shifted under his intense gaze.
"What's your real name?" she asked suddenly, "Everyone only refers to you as Undertaker but you have to have name right?"
"I do. But like the others who've asked before you, I'm not telling. Maybe one day I'll tell you, but not today. Today we talk about why you're here." he replied still smiling, gaze unwavering. Lucile let out a breath and started pacing back and forth.
"I don't know, I just needed to be here. Away from them, away from him." she told him casually, "I shouldn't but I feel like I can trust you."
"You're right. You shouldn't, but I'm flattered by it." he replied, hidden eyes following her every move, "So, Pretty Wolf, how may I be of service?"
"It's a funny thing, I live with seven people and yet I wouldn't call any of them my friends. I wouldn't even know how to be someone's friend. That kind of relationship is foreign to me. I just follow orders and protect my master with my life." she said sadly, "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if my pack was alive, would I have friends? Would I have a family who loved me?"
"Oh my Pretty Wolf," Undertaker whispered as he glided over to her.
"I don't know why I'm feeling like this." she let out a strained laugh, "I don't even know why I'm telling you this..."
"Would you like to see something very special?" he asked lifting her chin gently. Lucile's brows furrowed, this strange man was still a mystery to her. She knew nothing about him except that he was crazy, so she didn't know whether she should be wary of his behaviour or whether he was sincere.
"This is my treasure." he began as he pulled out a chain of lockets, the light from the sun made them gleam beautifully.
"It's beautiful." she whispered forgetting that she was upset. Lucile was captivated by the way the lockets shone; Undertaker smiled slyly as he watched her marvel at his treasure.
"I'm glad you think so." he said before putting them away again, "They're very special to me and I only show those who are important to me." Lucile's eyes widened in surprise,
"I'm important to you?" she asked as his thin fingers caressed her cheek.
"More than you realize." he replied in a low voice, Lucile's eyes began to close at his touch. It felt...nice and she remembered a similar feeling when he was tracing her seal the other night.
"But," he continued and let his hand drop from her, Lucile's eyes opened at the sudden loss of contact, "it's not only me you're special to."
"You said last time I was here that I was the key." she recalled, "What exactly am I key to?"
"Many things, Pretty Wolf. Not for me to say, however." he said, his smile falling.
"Who are you?" she asked him, "You aren't human."
"I am the Undertaker." he replied with a smirk. Lucile pouted involuntarily,
"I know that. But who were you before that? I don't know anything about you, not your name, what you did before this, I don't even know what colour your eyes are." she argued.
"Would you like to?" he asked cocking his head to the side. Lucile blinked, she hadn't been entirely prepared for the offer but her curiosity was getting the better of her. She nodded and lifted her hands to his face; his grey hair was as soft as a kitten's fur as she slowly lifted it out of his face. The sight that beheld her left her gasping; yellow-green eyes bore into her own golden ones out of a beautiful and scarred face.
"Disappointed?" he asked teasingly catching her hands in his. Lucile shook her head slowly trying to register what she'd just seen. She knew those eyes - she'd woken up screaming to them for weeks.
"Shinigami." she choked. Undertaker smiled and held her hands to his lips,
"Ex-shinigami." he corrected, his lips soft against her skin, "I'm retired. But I'm impressed that you could tell just from my eyes."
"Not many people have the same." she said quickly, "All shinigami have the same coloured eyes."
"Indeed we do, Pretty Wolf, indeed we do." he brought her hands up around his neck and held them there with one hand while the other snaked around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
"Does Sebastian know?" she asked as he began to move, pulled her with him. Undertaker giggled,
"Nope. You're the only one at the moment." he informed her cheerily, "You talk about him quite a bit, did you know? It might put other suitors off." Lucile snorted,
"Suitors. You talk as if I have admirers." she rolled her eyes, "And I do not talk about that man all the time."
"I didn't say all the time." Undertaker grinned making Lucile feel stupid, of course he didn't say all the time. Were her thoughts really toward him more than she realized?
"And you do, you just don't realize it." he continued. Lucile frowned again, this conversation was getting ridiculous. It was a mistake to have come here.
"What are you doing?" she asked finally realizing that the room was spinning slowly.
"Dancing." was all he said as the hand still holding her in place slid ever so gently down her arm to join his other resting on her lower back.
"Why?"
"You ask too many questions. Be quite and enjoy it."

"I know you're here." he said, crimson eyes darting around the darkness. Anger radiated off him in waves, oh was he furious.
"I'm not hiding." came the reply. Sebastian narrowed his eyes and strode into the back room where he found what he was searching for and the reason for his anger. There she was, curled in a ball sleeping peaceful, her head in his lap.
"Hello." Undertaker said cheerfully waving with the hand that wasn't combing through her dark hair.
"What did you do to her?" Sebastian hissed. Undertaker looked at him in fake confusion,
"Nothing at all. She came here of her own free will and we danced." his smile only made Sebastian's mood worse, "I'm not your enemy, Sebastian. Not involving her. But you aren't doing a very good job of protecting her."
"I never agreed to." he replied folding his arms over his chest, "No contract, no deal."
"Oh you are difficult!" Undertaker laughed breifly before turning seriously, "I love it." Sebastian huffed and focused on the sleeping girl in Undertaker's lap. She looked happy and totally calm, different from when he would check in on her at the Manor. Perhaps nightmares did haunt her in that place.
"Can I speak plainly?" Undertaker said when Sebastian made no move to take his bait.
"I didn't know you were capable of that." he retorted, his calm mask back in place. The Undertaker laughed but his face mirrored Sebastians, it was an odd thing to see.
"It will be disastrous if she dies, not only for you or me, but for everyone. She's the key to unlocking so many important locks. You know this because you've felt it." he said, "You need her to complete your contract. She must find out the truth, the mystery of her path and how it's connected to the Phantomhives. She is the last pure born decendant of the Lycan King, she alone can bring their ressurection into this world."
"That's just what the world needs. More dogs." Sebastian muttered but his insult was empty.
"There's a woman, a gypsy who is known to those who move in the right circles as Delphine, the Oracle. You must not let Lucile near her, if you do, terrible things will occur." Undertaker finished.
"You realize you're talking to a demon, right?" Sebastian asked raising an eyebrow curiously, "I am terrible things." Lucile moaned in her sleep quietly causing the two men to look down at her,
"You're an idiot." she muttered sleepily before smiling, "Sebastian the idiot demon..." Sebastian felt strange, she had called him an idiot in her sleep so did that mean she heard everything he and Undertaker were discussing or just bits and pieces? Would she think it was a dream when she woke up?
"She doesn't know if that's what you're thinking. She drifts in and out of consciousness briefly and whenever she does she says your name." Undertaker said cheerily although Sebastian detected hints of sadness hidden within, he was hiding something.
"I should get her home." Sebastian said taking a step forward only to be stopped by the grey man,
"She'll wake up soon enough. Let her sleep for now." he said although Sebastian heard 'let me enjoy this a little while longer'.
What Undertaker had said about Lucile was true, she was awake within the next hour and a half. Slowly she blinked open her golden eye and sat up yawning,
"Oh, I fell asleep." she stated looking around and then realizing she was using the Undertaker as a pillow gasped.
"Morning Pretty Wolf." he smiled. Sebastian rolled his eyes and surpressed a groan with all his might,
"You'd better not have tried anything!" she threatened as she jumped to her feet.
"He didn't." Sebastian replied in a bored tone. Lucile's eyes darted to his face and her expression turned from embarrassed to relieved. He frowned slightly, she was relieved to see him. The Undertaker's laughter caused them both to stare at him once again,
"Only the moonlight may touch the wolf, only the girl may open the demon's heart to the light." he sang.
"We should go." Lucile said as she backed away from the grey man who continued singing as he sat on the floor.
"Good idea." Sebastian replied rising from his seat, "Come, Lucile." He could feel her glare as he walked toward the exit, best not let her know what had happened. Let her think everything was normal, for now.

"Why have you called me out here in the middle of the night?" Sebastian asked curiously as Lucile eyed him. She shrugged,
"I'm annoyed and though taking it out in a sparring match with you would be the best way." was her simple reply. Sebastian let out a long breath,
"Very well then." he said as a smile spread across his lips, "Don't cry when I hurt you." Lucile scoffed,
"I rarely cry." she said before dropping into a defensive crouch, "No magic, no transformation."
"Agreed." he said before launching himself at her. The two sparred in the moonlight, almost equal in skill, Sebastian being the better. It wasn't long before he had her on her back pinned to the ground.
"Interesting." he mused as his body pressed against hers, the rise and fall of her chest was captivating as she breathed heavily.
"What is?" she asked panting. He pressed very little weight against her, but it was enough to hold her in place. Or so he thought.
"Your eyes. In the moonlight, I never noticed how pretty they were." he said surprising even himself. Lucile wrapped her leg around his middle and using a sudden burst of strength reversed their positions.
"I let you do that." he told her. She gave a half smile and stood,
"You aren't taking this seriously." she complained, "It's like you're afraid to hurt me all of a sudden."
"Would you like me to hurt you?" he asked. The truth was he loved hurting her, it made his heart race to see the pain in her eyes, the pain he caused her, but it did things to him. And if he started hurting her here, in the garden under the moonlight with nothing and no one to stop him, he was sure he wouldn't be able to stop on his own. He was too absorbed in his thoughts he barely caught the blush on her face when she spoke,
"Yes." she replied softly before adding, "I want to get stronger and if you don't take it seriously, I never will. I'm not afraid of being hurt, Sebastian." The use of his first name showed her seriousness; a joy spread through him like wildfire.
"I won't hold back." he warned her.
"So be it." she replied before dropping into the same defensive position. Again they fought, but this time it was real and violent. He threw punches, she blocked and took blows, she kicked and he blocked and recieved. Back and forth it went all the while the feeling in his stomach grew. Once more he had her on her back, his knee between her legs and forearm to her throat.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asked with a sadistic grin, "For me to hurt you like this?" Lucile let out a strangled breath as he pressed down on her windpipe harder. A hot rage swelled in his loins as she struggled to breathe, yes this is exactly what he was afraid of. If she gave him the answer he wanted he knew he wouldn't be able to stop.
"Is it?" he asked once more pushing his knee against the warmth between her legs. A small moan escaped her lips,
"Y-yes." she choaked. She'd said it. The words he didn't want her to say, words like a drug to him. Then, she did something he didn't account for. Again her leg wrapped around his waist and though he was using more force than before to hold her down, she managed to roll them. He blinked up at her as she straddled him,
"That thing," she whispered leaning closer to him, "with your tongue. I want to see for myself."