"Oh, my god," Damon said. "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Yes," Lucy nodded, pushing her blonde hair out of her eyes. "I've never been more serious about anything in my whole life!"

"Well, I'm sorry," Damon told her. "But I'm not gonna let you kill anyone."

"Why not?" Lucy asked. "You have! You're being awfully hypocritical."

"I think you should lie down," Damon replied, trying to keep her calm. "You're upset now, and I don't want you to do something in anger that I know you're just gonna regret later."

Lucy shook her head. "I won't regret anything! I'm doing what's right for me. And you won't be able to talk me out of it, so why don't you just let me go and do what I need to do?"

"That's just it," Damon said. "You don't need to do it! Now, you go to your room and calm down or I'll tell your mother about this!"

"Oh, I'm so frightened!" Lucy said, sticking out her tongue. "What's my mother gonna do about it?"

"I bet she'll be able to think of something," Damon assured Lucy. "She doesn't want you to be this way. I'm sure neither of your parents do and I don't either!"

"I don't see why not," Lucy said. "If I killed someone, I wouldn't be able to judge you about all the bad stuff you've done, right? I should think you'd encourage me for that reason alone."

Damon looked at her self-righteous expression and sighed. "Fine," he said. "I see you're not gonna give up on this, are you?"

Tight-lipped, Lucy shook her head.

Damon nodded. "Well, all right," he said. "Go and kill someone. Or several someones. Just get this out of your system, okay?"

"And you promise you won't tell my mother?" Lucy asked, her gaze suspicious.

"Yes," Damon said after a moment. "I won't tell you're mother."

But his fingers were crossed behind his back. Lucy didn't see.

Selina and Elijah were sitting in the dining room talking when all of a sudden, they heard a loud, rapid knocking on the front door that just didn't stop.

Selina stood up. "I'll go see who that is," she said. "They clearly aren't going away any time soon."

Elijah nodded. "All right. Go on, then."

Selina opened the door and Damon stood on the other side, hands on his hips. "Why did it take you so long to answer the door? Did you think I was a salesman or something?"

"No," Selina shook her head. "We were just chatting and thought that whoever was at the door could wait instead of pounding until his knuckles bled. But clearly something is going on. What is it?"

"Your daughter has gone off the deep end and I have no idea what to do about it," Damon told her.

"Which daughter?" Selina asked. "Roxie went off the deep end a long time ago. Don't tell me you came all the way here because you were worried about her."

"Not that daughter," Damon sighed. "The other one. Lucy's talking about wanting to kill people. Do you and Elijah want to take care of this, or do you and Klaus? Or do you want me to? Something needs to be done soon though."

"Yes?" Klaus asked after he opened the front door. When he saw Elijah and Selina, he grinned. "Well, this is a treat! Come in! What brings the two of you down my way?"

"We need your help," Elijah told him. "It's urgent."

Klaus sat down and poured himself a drink. "No sense in talking about things like that until you're comfortable. Have a seat, you two. Can I get you anything?"

"No, thank you," Selina shook her head. "And although I appreciate the pleasantries, there's not a lot of time. Klaus, it's Lucy. She's in trouble."

Klaus hand paused on the bottle of bourbon and it kept pouring until it overflowed out of the cup onto the table.

"Niklaus, you spilled," Elijah said. "You might want to mop that up."

Klaus frowned and and went to grab a cloth. As he wiped up the spilled bourbon, he said, "So what exactly is wrong with Lucy? Is she hurt? Is she married? What's the problem?"

"She's neither hurt nor married," Selina said. "But she's gonna cause hurt. A lot of it. Klaus, I think she's turned evil! She's gonna kill someone!"

"Will she?!" Klaus asked, light in his eyes. "I should call and congratulate her when she does. That's an active werewolf gene for everyone in our family, isn't it, Selina?"

"Well, yes," Selina sighed. "But honestly, it's nothing to be proud of!"

"Oh, stop!" Klaus said. "You're starting to sound just like your mother."

Selina stood up. "Well, maybe she was right all these years. Not about everything, but the destruction an active gene can cause at the very least."

"You see what you've done, Elijah?" Klaus said to his brother. "You've ruined her. She's no fun anymore."

"Never mind!" Elijah said sharply. "Are you going to help us talk some sense into Lucy, or not?"

"I think you know the answer to that, Elijah," Klaus said. "You and Selina just toddle off and try and stop the inevitable, but I won't."

"But-" Selina began.

"Don't try to change his mind," Elijah interrupted. "It's impossible when he gets like this. Let's just go."

"What do you mean?!" Selina asked, looking outraged. "Are you telling me we're just gonna give up? That's it?"

"It's not it," Elijah said when they were out the door. "Lucy's clearly not in her right mind. It will be easier to talk sense into her once she's done what she set out to do and had time to calm down. It worked with you, I have no doubt that I'll have the same sort of success with Lucy."

"I don't know if I like that," Selina told him. "Why can't we just tell her she's not allowed to kill anyone and save her from herself?"

"Because she's your daughter," Elijah reminded her. "If anyone tried to do that with you, would you have listened?"

"Well, no," Selina admitted. "I wouldn't have."

"I know it will be hard for you to just let this happen," Elijah said. "It will be hard for me too. But it's what needs to be done at this point. Lucy won't go overboard. I won't let her end up like Roxanne. I promise."

Selina nodded. "All right. I trust you. Can we just go home now? I need to have a cup of tea and lie down for a while."

Elijah nodded and led her to the car. "I'll drive," he said. "You just try and relax."

Lucy stood at the side of the house, her back against the wall, watching as her mother and uncle pulled out of her father's driveway. Once they were gone, she ran up Klaus' front steps and rang the doorbell.

Klaus opened the door and looked at Lucy. "Well, hello, there."

"Hi, Daddy," Lucy said. "I bet you're surprised to see me."

"Well, no, not considering what your mother and your uncle just told me. Is it true?"

Lucy sighed. "If I say 'yes,' how mad will you be?" She asked.

"You think I'm going to be mad at you for finally deciding to embrace all of who you are?" Klaus asked. "Why would you think that?"

Lucy shrugged. "Well, Mom and Uncle Elijah weren't too happy, were they?"

"Well, admittedly, no," Klaus answered. "But I don't see why that should matter. Do you? You are not doing anything wrong. Nothing that your mother's never done, and even your uncle's had his dark moments, although you'd never get him to admit it."

"And It's not like I plan to be like this forever," Lucy said. "I just have a score to settle and once I do that, things will be back to normal."

"A score?" Klaus asked, looking interested. "Who could you possibly have a score to settle with? I didn't even realize you'd made enemies!"

"Well, that's the thing," Lucy said. "At the present time, she has no idea she is my enemy. I don't know where she is or if she's even alive. I should probably think about that before I go and do something rash, shouldn't I? I don't want to kill someone, activate my werewolf gene, and then find out the vampire I'm after is dead. That wouldn't be any good."

"Just who are you after?" Klaus asked. "I've been around awhile. I might know."

"Well, I believe Damon said her name is Sage and she's been around almost as long as you. Do you know her?" Lucy asked.

Klaus ran his fingers through his hair. "Unfortunately, I do know her. She caught my brother Aleksandr's eye just before we turned, and afterward, he turned her because he believed they were in love. He wanted to be with her forever."

Lucy frowned. "Wait, wasn't Uncle Aleksandr married to Mom for awhile? What happened to them?"

"Are you letting yourself feel sympathy for your enemy?" Klaus asked.

"Well, no," Lucy shook her head. "I'm just a little confused. But it's not important. The fact is that Uncle Aleksandr went one way, Sage went another, she found Damon and she ruined him. And that is why she's gonna have me to answer to. Only problem is, I don't know where she is."

"And what exactly are you planning to do to her once you do find her?" Klaus asked. "Just because I'm curious."

"I'm gonna kill her!" Lucy said with feeling. "What else would I do? First I have to kill someone else, though. I want to activate my gene so I can be a werewolf, bite Sage, and then she'll die a slow, painful death. That's my plan."

"So you just want to kill Sage?" Klaus clarified. "You're not planning on a life of crime?"

Lucy shook her head. "Sorry to disappoint you, but no."

Klaus sighed. "Well, I suppose something is better than nothing." He stood up. "Well, we might as well get started. Get your coat on and we'll go find you someone to kill."

"It's that simple?" Lucy asked.

"Yes," Klaus nodded. "It's that simple."

"And after I kill someone, then what happens?" Lucy asked. "Am I gonna turn immediately, or-"

"You'll have to wait until the next full moon, unfortunately," Klaus said. "You were not made into a hybrid. You were born a vampire and your gene will be activated. You will turn at every full moon just like a regular werewolf does."

"Do you turn every full moon?" Lucy asked. She was beginning to have second thoughts.

"No," Klaus shook his head. "Your mother and I and Roxanne's husband Vince, we can turn at will because that's just how it works. I'm not allowed to do that to anyone else anymore."

"Oh," Lucy nodded. "I see."

"You're not having second thoughts, are you?" Klaus asked.

"About killing Sage? No," Lucy shook her head. "That will definitely happen. I'm just trying to figure out if I want to turn every full moon for the rest of my life just to satisfy a few seconds of rage."

"Neither of your siblings seem to mind it," Klaus said.

"Well, isn't that because you manipulated the two of them into turning when they were really young?" Lucy asked.

"Well, sort of," Klaus conceded. "Your mother made Adrian hold off on his transformation until he was a teenager and could fully understand what transforming meant, but Roxanne...we never took any precautionary measures with Roxanne. She was ready to go all the way and we thought that the best thing to do would be to just let it happen."

"Roxie..." Lucy's voice trailed off. "I just got an idea!" She stood up, grabbed her coat and ran for the door.

"Wait a minute!" Klaus called after her. "Lucy, what are you thinking?!"

"Nothing you need to worry about!" Lucy called back. "I promise."

"Excuse me?" Roxie asked an hour or so later. "You want me to do what for you?"

"I'd like you to kill someone for me," Lucy said. "Do you think you can do that?"

"Why do you want me to do it?" Roxie asked. "Why can't you do it yourself? You'll get much more satisfaction if you do the killing yourself."

"But then that will activate my werewolf gene!" Lucy said. "And I don't know if I want that."

"Okay," Roxie said. "Let's think about this: Who is it that you want to kill and why do you want to kill them?"

"Her name is Sage," Lucy said. "Uncle Aleksandr turned her. She's almost as old as Dad. I don't even know if she's still alive. She ruined Damon. She made him evil. That's why I want to kill her. He used to be such a caring person and now he's not and it's all her fault!"

Roxie shut her eyes. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but...I don't think killing this woman is the answer. I think you and Damon should talk to each other instead. If you tried to kill her, you'd just be in way over your head. You're not a killer. You're a good person and you should keep it that way."

"So you aren't gonna help me?" Lucy asked, feeling let down. "'Talk to Damon' is all you got for me?"

"Yeah," Roxie nodded as both Addie and Joey tried to climb up her legs. She picked them up and put them on her lap. They both snuggled against her middle. "I guess these two are making me soft."

Lucy sighed. "Well, all right," she said. "I guess I won't keep you if you can't do anything to help me. I guess I'll have to do it all myself."

"I think you're making a mistake," Roxie said. "But I won't try and stop you."

Lucy waved goodbye to her sister and left her house.

"What was that about?" Vince asked once Lucy was gone. "Is everything okay?"

"I think my sister is gonna activate her werewolf gene," Roxie said. "Vince, can you picture Lucy at Enid's?"

"No," Vince shook his head. "But she's gonna do what she's gonna do, right? And we'll help her adjust."

"Yeah," Roxie said. "I guess we'll have to, won't we?"

That night, Lucy left town and spent some time at a jazz club a few hours away. By the time the club closed, it was a little after two in the morning, and as Lucy walked to her car, suddenly she felt someone grab her from behind and try and carry her off to a nearby alley. She flailed her arms and legs a bit, then her foot connected with the man's crotch, her elbow with his gut. Momentarily stunned, he let her go and she fell hard on the pavement. She thought he was gonna come after her again, but once she got a good look at his face, he took off running. Lucy got up from the ground, and ignoring the pain in her knees and elbows, she sped off after him. She knocked him to the ground and rammed her knee into his middle.
"Stop..." he wheezed. "I can't breathe."

They were under a streetlamp. Light illuminated the man's yellowing teeth and greasy, thinning dark hair. Lucy hissed and put a hand around the man's throat. "Do you think I care about whether you can breath or not?" She whispered. "I'm going to kill you. The world would be a much better place without sons of bitches like you in it."

The man whimpered some more and even started to cry, but Lucy bit him anyway. He tasted gross, but she steeled herself to keep drinking. Finally, when she came up for air, her face covered in the man's blood, he was dead, his neck flopping bonelessly.

"Oops," Lucy whispered. "I guess I got carried away. But honestly, I did a good thing. Who would miss a loser like that anyway? And it will stop him from doing to other women and girls what he almost did to me, won't it?" She found a scarf in his coat pocket and wiped her mouth off with it and then, leaving the body there under the street lamp, ran to her car.

"Okay," Lucy said to herself. "That's the only one. I'm not gonna kill any more. I promise."

But it wasn't as easy as all of that. After her first kill, she began killing more and more. She'd lie awake at night thinking about blood. The taste of it, the feeling of power as she hunted down and overpowered a victim. She liked it all. But what she wasn't aware of was that someone was watching her every move, keeping track of every kill. And they weren't as pleased about it all as she was.

"It's my father," Elijah said to Selina one day. "He said we've got an emergency a few hours away. Someone just keeps killing down there. He's sure it's a vampire. Every body that's been reported was drained of blood."

"Oh, god," Selina said. "What if it's Lucy? She said she was gonna kill someone to get her werewolf gene activated, but it's never that simple. You can never kill just one person. No one is that restrained, especially if they're as sheltered as Lucy's been. Elijah, you have to promise me that if the vampire your father is after turns out to be Lucy, you won't let him kill her. Please. She's just a girl, she has no idea of the consequences of what she's doing!"

Elijah put a hand under Selina's chin so that she was looking into his eyes. "You have my word that Lucy will be let go," he said. "I won't let Father kill her. I can't say I can stop her from being hurt, but I will not allow her to be killed."

"Thank you," Selina said. "And good luck."

Elijah nodded and left. Selina grabbed Colin and went to sit on the sofa in front of the television, where Lucy's kills were still being talked about. She cuddled her youngest son, her eyes closed, hoping with all her heart that the killer was not Lucy and that Mikael was chasing after someone else.

"We'll have to be careful with this one, son," Mikael told Elijah. "They're very determined, whoever they are."

"Father," Elijah said as he jogged to keep up with Mikael's pace. "Is it possible at all that I can take care of this myself? I don't think this person needs to be dealt with as harshly as you usually deal with people. Perhaps she's not aware of the magnitude of what she's done, and once someone explains it to her, the killings wil stop."

Mikael turned around. "'She'? 'Her'? Elijah, do you know who's doing all this killing? If you do, tell me. It will make this job a lot easier. And of course I won't let you handle the perpetrator on your own. You'll go soft on them, especially if they're a woman. You did it with Lonely Heart and we can't afford another repeat."

"Yes, Father," Elijah said, not meeting Mikael's eyes. They arrived at a storage unit that had a trail of blood leading to the door of one of the units. Mikael forced the door loose and then pulled it up, letting light in. They heard a hiss and then ran to the back of the room, where a young woman with blonde hair that was greasy and covered with dirt and other things, was gnawing on a barely alive body. Elijah reached out to touch her and she hissed again, her eyes meeting his, blood covering her mouth. He only saw her a few seconds, but there was no doubt who she was. "My god, Lucy," Elijah whispered "What in the world has happened to you?" When Mikael tried to pick her up, Elijah shook his head. "No, Father, don't." He stood up and held out his hand. "Come with us," he said. "You don't have to live like this anymore. We're going to take you somewhere safe." Lucy looked at him uncertainly, then let the man go and took Elijah's hand. He pulled her up and led her out of the storage unit and to his car. When he got her inside, she burst into tears. As they drove away, Mikael said to Elijah, "It should be easy to kill this one. She seems to have lost the will to live anyway. Would you like to do the honors, or should I?"