"I win." Lucile suddenly stated with a grin. Sebastian frowned beneath her,
"What?" he asked confused. It was rare anyone could confuse him so the feeling of accomplishment grew within her.
"I win." she repeated as she climbed off him, "I wanted to get stronger than you. Seems you have less control than I gave you credit for." Sebastian followed her line of sight to see a rather large lump in his pants, instead of getting embarrased like a human would he smirked and cocked an eyebrow at her,
"So that was your plan? I thought it seemed a little suspicious." he said. Lucile's face turned serious then,
"Actually I had intended to try and beat you in a sparring match, but I also wanted to test myself. You were right when you said I was hiding from you because I didn't want to face my emotions. That night in the kitchen, it terrified me because I didn't know if it was real. You're a demon, playing with other's emotions is what you do, so I wanted to test it. I also wanted to know what I'd feel and do in that situation." she told him. The idea had come to her while dancing with Undertaker earlier that day, when his hands glided over her skin it left her feeling calm and relaxed. She enjoyed his hands on her. But when Sebastian had almost kissed her in the kitchen, when his hands touch her skin, it's a completely different feeling. If Undertaker was a cool breeze, gently soothing her, Sebastian was electricity jolting her very core. Lucile had wanted to figure out what these two feeling were, what they meant and how they made her feel.
"What if it was real?" Sebastian asked sitting up and looking at her with an expression she'd never seen him wear. She gave a short laugh,
"It wasn't. You know as well as I do that it wasn't. The only pleasure you get out of your existance is causing others pain, physically and mentally. As a demon, it's not in your nature to love." she said, "You aren't designed for it." Sebastian slowly stood up, brushed the grass from his clothes and smiled down at her,
"And what did you feel?" he asked. Lucile looked to the distance, she hadn't worked that part out yet. It was like when they were in Houndsworth and they'd fought, he had enjoyed beating her and she had enjoyed him beating her. It excited her and the feeling of him beneath her was nothing she'd felt before. This strong, powerful and uncontrolable man beneath her, subject to her whims - it was exhilerating. She felt like she could do anything, but yet it was wrong. It didn't feel right, she wasn't sure whether it was because she'd had this perfect idea of what her first time would be like or whether it was because she knew he was incapable of love but it was wrong. And yet she wanted him, she wanted his hands on her skin, his lips on hers - she wanted him to call her name. But he wouldn't. She knew that.
"I don't know." she replied, she would have to do more experiments to work it out.
"Don't play too much." he warned her before turning and walking briskly back inside. Lucile sighed, that man was a riddle.

The golden light from the sun warmed Lucile's face waking her from her sleep. With her eyes still closed she stretched, moaning and yawning, and cracked her shoulders, neck and back. Slowly she slid off the long oak desk, her favourite spot, and padded to the window. It was just after 8am, Pluto was chasing butterflies in the garden below and Finny was chasing Pluto. Memories of last night played in her mind leaving her feeling a little restless. Her hand moved to her chest, her heart hammered loudly, so loud she believed the others would be able to hear it too should they enter the room. With a sigh and a shake of her head she pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind and decided all she needed was some breakfast and a nice cup of tea. Baldroy and Sebastian were arguing about breakfast when she entered the kitchen, but both stopped when they saw her.
"Morning Bard." she said easily as she walked past the long preparing bench towards the back door, "Tea on?"
"Morning Miss. I'll do that now for you, if you like." he said like usual. The normalcy made her smile as she opened the door to let the cool morning air through the place.
"No, you keep doing this. I'll make the tea." Sebastian said disrupting her peace. Both Lucile and Bard turned to him in surprise.
"I like the way Baldroy makes tea." Lucile complained as the butler went about preparing tea.
"Tough." was all he said. Lucile pursed her lips as Bard came to stand beside her.
"Did something happen 'tween you two?" he asked softly, a look of dejection in his cool blue eyes. Lucile frowned,
"Not that I can recall." she lied. Something did happen between them, but she was sure that had nothing to do with his actions this morning. Perhaps he was spiking the tea again?
"D-Did you really mean what you said about the tea?" Bard asked suddenly. Lucile turned back to him, a pink hue was flushing his cheeks - Bard was blushing?
"Ah, yes I did." she replied earnestly, this was fast becoming an uncomfortable situation. She would much rather be out with Pluto than in the kitchen with these two acting odd. Just as she was about to escape out the door, the door to the kitchen sudden crashed open and Mey-Rin stood in the door way puffing.
"Sebastian! Lucile! You're wanted upstairs." she said between breaths. Lucile's shoulders slumped, 'So much for escape then...' she thought bitterly as she followed the maid upstairs. Eventually she left both her and Sebastian at the main staircase and went back to her duties. Lucile took the opportunity to corner the demon. He let her push him into a shadowy corner of the hallway,
"What are you doing?" she asked him. He raised an eyebrow,
"Being cornered and interrogated by the looks of it." he replied stoicly. Lucile scowled at him,
"Why can you never answer a question seriously..." she growled, "You're acting weird, it's irritating."
"Would you prefer I return to insulting you?" he asked with a patronizing tone.
"Yes, actually, I would. You being nice is just wrong." she told him, "People think something is going on."
"Who says they're wrong?" he replied and before she could react their roles had been swapped, now she was the one pinned to the wall and he was towering before her.
"Oh wonderful." she muttered, "Of course you would have an ulterior motive for allowing me to push you into a corner." A sly smile spread across his lips,
"You're learning." he congratulated as he leant down closer to her. Lucile let out a short breath and turned her head away from him, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You know," he said ducking down to sniff her neck, startling her, "Most women would sell their souls to be in your position."
"Why don't you bother them instead." she had wanted her words to come out strong and defiant, but her unsteady breathing mixed with the pitch of her voice made her sound nervous. She felt him smile against her skin and she knew he'd picked up on it as well.
"Because they wouldn't resist." he answered, "Though I'm starting to think that maybe this was your plan all along." Lucile scoffed at his accusation,
"My mind isn't as manipulative as yours." she replied. Her body stiffened as his hand brushed down her side, "S-stop that..."
"Why should I?" he asked curiously, "Do you really want me to stop before I've started? I promise you'll enjoy it, I'm very, very good."
"I have no doubt you are what with all the practice." she retorted. Sebastian chuckled lightly,
"Jealous are you?"
"Ha! Hardly. Why would anyone be jea-" she gasped as his hand gave her backside a rough squeeze. Her body moved on it's own, something she was thankful for later, and pushed him away.
"Enough! Our Master is waiting." she warned him before storming off towards Ciel's room. She felt his feline grin follow her, had she helped to create this or was he toying with her again? She was used to being fondled and groped, but from men who would be dead within the next few days. To her, that's what made it okay, it was how she could deal with it. But not from him, never from him. Sebastian would beat her, break her bones and blacken her eye. She was used to that from him. Maybe it had been wrong to lead him along like that, but manipulation is what demon's like him do. Was he manipulating her now, playing with her mind to get revenge?
"Damn." she cursed, she'd sworn that she wouldn't let him toy with her like that and yet she'd fallen into his trap whether he'd created it or not. She needed a distraction, anything to get her mind off over thinking and him.

Ciel was sitting in the middle of his bed still in his pajamas holding a piece of paper when they entered. The look on his face was concerning.
"Ah, finally." he said annoyance evident in his voice.
"Appologies, sir, we were held up." Lucile said lowering her head. Ciel eyed them suspiciously but let it slide,
"Doesn't matter. I've gotten a report that's rather, in a sense, distressing." he said, "A small villiage just outside London has been plauged by, what they're calling 'huge demonic dogs'. The animals, at first, would only carry off livestock or other dogs but now they've taken four small boys."
"Just boys, sir?" Lucile asked curiously. Ciel nodded once,
"Yes. The villagers are frantic and have pleaded for Her Majesty's help. They think the dogs are somehow linked to a caravan of gypsies that have set up near by since the attacks began around the same time." he continued. Beside her, Sebastian stiffened like he'd heard something interesting but made no comment on it.
"When do we depart?" Sebastian asked instead.
"Immediately." Ciel replied, "Lucile, leave us and inform the rest of the staff that we will be gone for three days."
"Yes sir. Am I to be in my other form for the journey?" she asked begging him with her eyes to say yes. Either her master was playing ignorant to her pleading, or he really didn't see it, he shook his head and told her that she would remain in human form unless otherwise instructed to change. Lucile bowed and turned on her heel, of course he wouldn't allow her to change. Not after what happened with Miss Dalles. Lucile unconsciously shivered as she walked silently down the hallway, remembering all that blood and gore would have been traumatic. She had been stupid to make such a request, however the need to get away from Sebastian and his mind games was more dire than her smarts. Gritting her teeth she began the decent down into the kitchen once more. There sat Bard, Finny and Mei-Rin like they knew what was happening and had gathered for the news, when in reality none of them had anything better to do.
"Everything alright?" Bard asked catching the sullen expression on Lucile's face.
"Not exactly. We're going away for a few days." she told them. Finnian's eye brightened at the prospect of leaving,
"Really?! On holiday?!" he giggled enthusiastically, Lucile didn't have the heart to tell him that they would be staying here with Tanaka and Pluto. Thankfully she didn't have to,
"We...When you say 'we' you mean you, the young master and Sebastian, don't you?" Bard asked once again seeing the look on her face. This man; could he always read her like a book or was she only just now showing him enough emotion? Lucile nodded once,
"Sorry, Finny." she muttered. Finny grinned at her,
" S'okay, I sorta knew it'd be too good to be true anyway." he replied with a shrug before heading back outside. Lucile sighed and flopped into a near by chair. Her thoughts were jumbled and the memory of last night wouldn't leave her alone. All she wanted to do was run, live free without any complicated things. But she couldn't - her home was here with Ciel, it didn't matter if he had made a deal with a demon, he would always be her home. That's right, Ciel was her family and even if she was the last decendant of Marius, the Aconitum Pack ceased to exist. She'd never known them, they were strangers to her.

They reached the village at dusk the following evening, very little had been said between Lucile and Sebastian making the air around them awkward. Yet Ciel had said nothing about it, he ignored their unusual sullen attitudes and continued to talk about the job at hand. A handful of houses dotted the main road, the scent of sheep, cows and blood filled the air and dogs cowered fearfully as their carriage rattled past.
"Odd, don't you think, that even the dogs are terrified?" Ciel said softly. Sebasitan scoffed,
"Odd yes, but it's not totally unpredictable. I'm a demon and Lucile is a wolf, it's natual they'd be afraid."
"Unlike in Houndsworth..." Lucile added softly. A shiver ran up her spine as she remembered that terrible place and the woman with it. A man in a long coat holding a lantern in the middle of the road caused them to stop. He called out to them and cautiously approached the carriage.
"Good evening," Ciel began, "My name is Ciel Phantomhive-"
"You've come about the demon." the man stated bluntly.
"Well, yes-"
"This way. Better get inside soon, it comes at night." he said as he waved them throught with the lantern. Lucile rolled her eyes,
"Thank you." Ciel said although she could feel the annoyance bristling off him. They headed down the road until they saw an old, decrepit farmhouse with a faded green sign out the front saying 'Inn'.
"We have to stay here, right?" Lucile asked no one as she eyed the building suspiciously.
"Unfortunately." Ciel replied mirroring her tone. They were greeted by a woman with indescribably large breasts and a mole on her chin.
"How can I help you dears?" she called in a voice too gruff to be sweet. Lucile blinked at her, she'd never seen a woman like this before. She glanced at Sebastian to find his crimson eyes on the woman's massive mounds. Lucile puffed out a breath and folded her arms over her chest, Men... she thought bitterly.
"We require a room." Sebastian spoke suddenly, "The largest." The woman raised a thick eyebrow at the trio but nodded and directed them to the largest room on the second floor. A large four-post bed sat in the middle of the room, a big wooden chest lay at the foot of it. Two end tables had been placed either side of the bed and a daybed was placed at the far end on the room. Lucile moved to the window and tried to ignore the fact that she would be sharing a room with Sebastian. Looking out into the darkness, she saw the flicker of a fire in the distance. It must have been from the gypsy camp.
"It's the gypsies." Sebastian commented as he stood beside.
"I noticed." Lucile replied before turning away from the window, "I'll change form for tonight, if that's alright with you Master?" Ciel thought carefully for a moment obviously trying to weigh the reasons as to why. Finally he consented and ordered Sebastian to help him undress, obviously for Lucile's sake. Turning back to the window, she undressed quickly and shifted. New scents filled her keen senses instantly, musky cows, manure, cold chicken from the night's dinner, vomit from men who'd drank to much, and something else. Something familiar and yet foreign lurking about in the distance. She stood on her hind legs and placed her front paws on the windowsil, a rabbit dashed across the field separating the village from the camp and caught her attention.
"See something interesting?" Ciel inquired, laughter in his voice. Lucile looked back at him only to see him smiling at her. She wagged her black bushy tail and turned her attention back to the window. It felt so good to be in her wolf form, shutting off her mind to trivial human matters and just relax. She sighed happily and pushed off the windowsil to take her place on the floor near Ciel's bed.
"I take it you're going to sleep on the floor then." Sebastian said as he removed his suit jacket and folded it over the arm of the day bed. Lucile wagged her tail once in response. Sebastian nodded and stretched his long, lean body onto the daybed,
"Keep an ear out, will you?" he said before closing his crimson eyes, "Good girl."

Lucile's ear flicked to the soft sounds of something walking down below. It was light on it's feet, not making much noise as it stepped, too light to be a horse and too many legs for a man. The scent she smelt earlier wafted around her and she lifted her head curiously. Wolf came to mind straight away as the footsteps and scent slowly started to fade. She was about to go back to sleep when a blood curdling scream echoed through the town. She was at the window in an instant, scanning the area for movement.
"Lucile, what is it?" Ciel asked, his heart beating faster than normal. Her well trained eyes searched the darkness and there running towards the gypsy camp was a large dog, no a wolf. Someone fired a gun and the wolf stopped, turned and looked straight at Lucile. Her ears flattened against her head and her lip curled into a snarl as yellow eyes pierced hers. The wolf's head cocked to the side, questioning her - 'Why are you in there when you could be running free?' Suddenly the wolf's ears pricked up and his entire body language changed. Where before he was curious, he now stood threatening and defiant with his tail almost perpendicular and teeth bared.
"Friend of yours?" Sebastian asked beside her. So you're the reason for the wolf's sudden change... Another gunshot sounded and the wolf took off towards the surrounding woodland. As the wolf's musky scent faded another, hidden by it, slowly became clearer. There was someting else out there, something that was using the wolf, something hidden in the shadows. When she was convinced that nothing was going to jump out at them, Lucile made her way back to where she was sleeping. They had no more surprises that night, but when morning came they would have their work cut out for them. The monster had taken another child, a boy and had killed his mother. Only his sister and father remained to tell the tale of what had happened.
"It was a big black demon that took our Sam. Eyes as red as blood and teeth sharper than knives!" the distraught father cried, "It swiped my boy up and took him away. Heather tried to chase after it and, and..."
"It's alright. You don't need to go on." Ciel said stoically. Lucile crouched down beside the body of the woman, she had four claw marks across her face, neck and chest and a bite wound on her leg. She smelled of death and blood, but traces of some sort of spice and something fruity hung around her.
"The wound on her neck was the probable cause of death, whatever did it hit an atery. She bled out." she said standing, as she brushed herself off something caught her eye, "Look." She stepped over the dead woman's legs and examined the ground closer.
"What is it?" Ciel asked curiously.
"Tracks." Lucile replied, "Wolf tracks leading away from the body."
"Follow them." Ciel ordered. Lucile nodded once and began following the tracks into the woods, she couldn't help but feel a little dejected. She thought about the wolf from the night before and wondered whether he was the one who was to blame but she pushed it from her mind as soon as the thought surfaced. He couldn't have been since he ran from a completely different direction.
"Focus, Lucile." she told herself as she turned left with the tracks. Eventually they led her into a little meadow. The ground was dotted with colour and right at the heart of the meadow was a huge bay willow swaying gently in the breeze. Her skin prickled; some kind of magick radiated off the bark and swallowed her, forcing her to her knees. Sadness washed over her in waves. She couldn't stand the pure sorrow eminating from the tree, how could anyone stand it? Just as she felt her soul was about to cave in, something dragged her backwards and away from the tree.
"You alright, my dear?" came a weathered voice. Lucile blinked open her eyes carefully, clear grey eyes framed by wrinkled skin peered curiously down at her.
"Uh y-yes." Lucile replied. The old woman smiled and offered her a hand, Lucile took it warily. The woman's eyes suddenly went wide and she gripped Lucile's hand tightly.
"Hey!" Lucile yelled as she tried to get her hand free, "Let go!" She jerked her hand free from the woman's grip and backed away from her.
"Lycanthrope." the old woman whispered; Lucile's breath caught. This woman knew who she was which meant her situation just became very bad. She studied the woman carefully; she was small and short so Lucile could easily over power her, yet she'd clutched her hand with strength she shouldn't have. She would have only one chance, over power the woman now while she's in a trance like state and run. With the plan firmly in her mind Lucile moved to knock the woman over, however just as she was about to, the woman woke from her trance and stood up abruptly.
"Come with me." She demanded, "There are questions that need to be answered." Lucile knew that she shouldn't follow this strange old woman, she should just go back to where Ciel and Sebastian were. Sebastian. Her stomach dropped instantly at the thought of him. She had wanted desperately to get away from him, she had been willing to do anything for just a moment without him but now faced with a choice that answered her prayers, she was going to turn from it and run back to the very thing she was trying to escape from. Was her spirit always like that? Would she always run back to Sebastian like a good, obiedent dog?

The world laid before her was unlike one she'd seen before. Brightly coloured caravans were scattered around in a messy circle, children ran barefoot covered in dirt and grass and although they weren't rich, the people looked happy. Lucile followed the old gypsy woman into a large red caravan decorated with golden vines and dark curtains. Inside, paintings of wolves, forests and children decorated the walls and in the middle of it a small round table and two chairs had been placed. On the table sat a large ball and a deck of cards.
"Sit." the old woman told her as she continued on into another room hidden behind curtains. Lucile hesitated for a second but did as she was told, taking the seat closest to the exit.
"Who are you anyway?" she asked as she peered curiously at the cards on the table.
"That's a curious question, Dear." she said as she reappeared through the curtains carrying a small box, "But the question you should be asking is 'who am I?'." Lucile frowned as the woman took the seat opposite her and placed the box on the table. Without a word she pushed the box towards Lucile, idicating she should open it and peer into it's contents. Her fingers brushed over the sigil inscribed into the lid, it was similar to her seal; a sheild with a crescent moon beside a cutting of monkshood. She'd never seen the sigil before but it had to be connected to her pack since they were the only ones to be associated with the plant. Carefully she lifted the mahogany lid, two things caught her attention straight away, an unmarked letter and an emerald and amethyst monkshood plant on a sliver chain.

Lucile,

I am so sorry, but the fact that you are reading this proves that you are the last of a long and prestegious line, perhaps even the last survivor of the Acontium pack. Since I learned of your existence, I had searched the world to find you. Alas old age had come upon me faster than I had anticipated. I left this letter along with the few items I could salvage belonging to your parents and ancestor and left them with a trusted friend. Inside the box you will find the necklace belonging to the Alpha Female, your mother, my journal and one of the most precious items of our kind - the ring belonging to Marius Wolfsblood, the King of Lycan kind and your anscestor. My journal will explain why both these pieces must go together and why they are important.
I fear my time is up, I cannot afford to write any more.

I am truly sorry, Lucile.

A Friend.

Lucile re-read the letter letting the information sink in. What the Undertaker had told her was true, she was related to Marius and, if what the writer of the letter said was true, she really was the last of the Acontium pack. Sorrow filled her as the realization hit. She was alone, there may be other Lycanthrope's out there, but none from her family.
"How did you come by this?" she asked the old woman. Grey eyes stared into Lucile's, eyes that were ancient, older by far than the face, and had seen many things.
"The writer of this letter left it in my care, hoping I could find what he could not." she replied, "However you were the one who found me."
"Just who are you anyway?" Lucile asked, suspicion and curiosity warring within her. The old woman smiled,
"I have many names, but most call me Delphine." Lucile frowned at the box, she was sure she had heard that name before. Suddenly a strangely familiar scent captivated her senses. It only took a moment for Lucile to figure out the scent of a wolf before she sprung into action. Motioning for the old woman to stay where she was, Lucile shrouded herself in shadow beside the entrance to the caravan. The sound of heavy footsteps on old wood echoed around them followed by the complaining of an old door being forced to move. Lucile slowed her breathing and waited for him to appear.
"Grandmother, I saw something amazing last night - oof!" Lucile crashed into the man, knocking him to the ground as soon as he was inside the room and pinned him to the floor.
"Who the hell are you?!" she damanded of the unmoving man beneath her.
"My grandson." the old woman said, Lucile, frowning, stood slowly to let the man stand. He was tall, around Sebastian's height with long dark hair kept in a ponytail that reached over his left shoulder down to his chest. He sighed and brushed off any dirt on his front before turning to Lucile. Only one pale green eye was visible as his fringe hung over his right and he held a lazy smile on his face. This man was very handsome, even with the scar on the bridge of his nose. Lucile felt her breath catch seeing his face but quickly ducked her head for fear he would see her blush.
"My apologies." she said softly. The man chuckled,
"None needed. It's not every day beautiful women throw me to the ground." Lucile looked up at his remark to see him grinning happily down at her. She blinked at him, caught in the vibrance of his green eye, "However I would love to know your name."
"Lucile Conte." she replied immediately and held her hand out for him. Delphine's grandson took it and brought her hand to his lips,
"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady." he whispered huskily, his accent making her feel giddy as his lips brushed lightly over her skin, "My name is Lash."
"Lash?" she questioned, it was a name she'd never heard before. Lash smiled and cocked his head to the side,
"Yes." he said before winking at her, "Named after a famous warrior, I am." Lucile raised her eyebrows, Lash definitely had her attention.
"You said you saw something last night, child, pray don't keep us in the dark much longer." Delphine voiced, tearing the two from their own world. Lash's eye went wide in excitement and, releasing Lucile's hand, bounded over to kneel beside his grandmother.
"I saw a wolf." he said, "She was beautiful and dark." Lucile felt a pang of jealousy at his excited gushing as she took her seat once again.
"But there was something strange. She was inside," Lash continued, his voice suddenly dropping and becoming darker, "with a demon." Lucile gasped causing Lash to look up at her curiously. Delphine's gaze shifted from her grandson to Lucile knowingly.
"Y-you...You were the wolf on in the padock..." she whispered. Lash cocked his head to the side curiously once again and frowned,
"How do you know that? Unless..."
"Lash, my son, I'd like you to meet the great great granddaughter of Marius Wolfsblood, Lucile Conte."