Here you go! Sorry about the cliffhanger in the last chapter~ I totally didn't notice it until it was pointed out. Anyway, enjoy this chapter, because I sure did ^^ Oh, and please review!

Howls echoed through Hell's forests. The twisted roots of the trees constantly coming in contact with the ankles of a young girl with mid length red hair and ocean blue eyes. She glanced around fearfully and stopped when she didn't see her pursuers, turning around only to come face to face with the black and silver haired wolf she was trying to avoid.

"What's wrong? Poor little kitty scared?"

She changed into a small red wolf and growled while edging backwards, but she was already surrounded by multi-colored wolves. She swung her head around, trying to keep them all in view as they closed in. A snarl was heard and they all attacked, biting and clawing the wolf as her fur turned an even darker red.

"Enough."

All the wolves backed off and the beaten one lifted her head to see her savior, only to narrow her eyes and growl. The alpha of their clan stood proudly, not even bothered by how she was being treated, before turning away with the rest of the pack; leaving the young wolf bleeding alone in the dangerous forest.

The girl was older now, able to mate if she so pleased. The other wolves kept their distance as her teeth tore threw the shoulder of her attacker, who decided to act alone. They had orders to get rid of her from the new alpha, but she had grown strong and had learned the difficult ways of survival in a pack that seeks nothing more than her demise. She stood in the center of the circle over multiple injured wolves and bared her sharp canines at the rest of the group to show her dominance. They slowly backed off, wishing merely to live another day and she changed back into her half human form.

Her hair had grown longer, reaching to the center of her back but her eyes now held a dangerous look after being betrayed numerous times. She had left the pack a while ago, but they were more than determined to force her to leave the forest and kill her.

But they are weak. None of them will be able to face me unless I let down my guard.

And she did. The black and silver wolf from before had become friendly and offered to be her mate; to rule the pack next to him. She naively followed and was literally stabbed in the back after coming close to mating with him. She desperately ran through the forest as the blood clung to her fur and the pack snapped at her heals. She had just managed to escape them at some point and mentally berated herself for being so stupid.

This is why you shouldn't trust anyone but yourself idiot! See what it did? You got stabbed in the back by the one you trusted most.

Just then, a delicious scent washed through the space in front of her. It was coppery, but delicious. Better than any scent she'd ever smelled, so she traced it to a small patch of grass. She immediately knew where it was coming from and knew how much power would be needed to get there, regretting the form she was now forced to take: the true form inherited from her mother, a panther demon.

Her shadow stretched across the room she was now in, covering the torches and snuffing them out as screams and chants began to sound across the room. The chants conjured up chains and metallic spears, puncturing her joints and pulling her body down to the bloodied circle lying underneath her. Her most powerful form was forced to be dropped as the men and women clambered forward, mocking the pathetic demon.

"Grant my wish!"

"I want to be powerful!"

"I wish my enemies killed!"

So many people barking orders all at once, but she could not accomplish any of their tasks. She was a mere lesser demon and could do very little with her power, not that she would serve them anyway. They were just trash in her eyes and she fought ravishingly against her bonds until she could fight no more and was thrown into a sealed cage in order to be sacrificed over and over again.

She'd escaped once, fleeing to a nearby forest only to be chased out by the pack of wolves living there as well. She had been chased into a nearby town and had changed to her human form before collapsing, waking to find herself in a home of some sort. A particular elderly woman had found her and offered to take her in if she worked. She gladly accepted only to find how strict the woman could be every time she messed up. The punishments were grueling, but bearable compared to the beatings she received from her captors.

She learned to cook, clean, and act properly after some time, but it all came to an end when the woman betrayed her for the reward money and handing her back to the men.

Even humans are the same as demons. Only doing what they feel is best for themselves and not caring about who they drag down in the process.

She'd been thrown out again by someone she thought was close to her and learned never to trust others, if only to keep herself from being hurt. The pain she held within her grew stronger and more agonizing as her life went on, and it was never shown until she was standing outside of a large mansion with a young one eyed boy and his dark demonic butler.

The boat had tilted significantly, forcing me to release the Undertaker just to stay on my feet. I wrapped my jaws on a sturdy pilar but unfortunately, Undertaker decided to hitch a ride on his scythe which was still in my ribs. Breathing was getting difficult, but I couldn't focus on that. Ryan was falling and everyone wanted him. Knox had attacked Sebastian again, but the swell of demonic power assured me that Sebastian would be fine for the moment.

"Excuse me, pup, but I have an appointment to make."

The scythe was pulled down painfully before being removed and Undertaker engaged a fight with Grell. I struggled, but finally managed to reach where Sebastian left Ciel. He glared at me and I could smell the anger and fear radiating off him. He didn't trust me. There was a loud crash and Sebastian was now directly in front of me, holding Knox's weapon at my throat.

"Back off, Damon."

I nodded, with sad eyes and changed to my half human form to preserve some of my strength while backing away and finding something to hang on to. It was a good thing too; the ship had finally had enough and shook violently as it started to sink. I forced myself to change again and protected Ciel from the onslaught of water that poured in from the damaged haul.

"Well, it's about time I leave-"

Sebastian grabbed Ciel and jumped to attack Undertaker with Grell. Both missed, but Ciel was able to grab something that fell off the Undertaker. I couldn't hear what he said, but when the Undertaker sliced through the whole ship, I immediately made my escape out to sea.

The ocean was freezing and my breathing was already labored because of the wound, but I desperately swam as a familiar scent flew in my direction. The red and white life preserver landed a few feet in front of me and I quickly swam under it and lifted it's occupant onto my back and out of the frigid water.

"D-Dam-Damon"

"H-Hello…C-Ciel"

My limbs were slowly turning numb and began to cease movement. I was sinking further into the water, as I tried my best to keep Ciel above it. His asthma was acting up and I could barely hear the fluid gathering in his lungs over the sound of the waves and screams. Then, all I could hear was water as my legs stopped responding. I changed to my half form and realized that Ciel wasn't with me.

Sebastian must have gotten him…Good, at least they're safe…

I barely recognized the tugging feeling on my shirt collar, the freezing air that cut through my clothes, the wood beneath my back, and the heavy weight that pushed in a steady rhythm against my chest. I coughed up the water and blood that had collected in my lungs and promptly vomited over the side of the make shift boat.

"Nice to see you've decided to come join us, Damon."

Almost immediately, one hand wrapped around my throat and the other gripped my wound with an immense amount of strength, forcing me to yelp painfully. I met his gaze and saw something surprising; hurt.

"Why did you side with the Undertaker?"

He loosened his grip on my throat just enough for me to speak.

"I never did."

The pressure increased again and I gasped for air through the pain of my ribs. It was…painfully obvious that he didn't believe me and there was little I could do to rectify the situation. Luckily, Ciel did that for me.

"S-Sebastian, we will deal w-with her later. L-Let's just go."

He released me and jumped back into the water to push the boat along, glaring at me constantly. My strength was slowly returning and I just managed to change into my small wolf form, shaking myself off before curling around a shivering Ciel. I was cold myself, but I was a demon whereas Ciel was a human child unable to potentially survive without the warmth he needed. I began to feel sleepy and started to drift off, but the stench of the Dolls abruptly had me awake.

"The Dolls!"

We were surrounded almost instantly and Sebastian jumped back into the boat, grabbing an oar to finish off the beasts. I smelled one getting close and managed to defeat it just before it got to Ciel. I knew I couldn't fight them in the middle of the ocean in this form, so I changed back and picked up an oar myself to begin taking them out.

"We cannot expose the survivors to danger. We'll stop them here. You both can take them can't you?"

"There is no need to ask a servant anything."

"Seriously, Ciel. Just give us an order already."

"This is an order! Eradicate them!"

"Yes, My Lord!"

"As you wish!"

We certainly did eradicate them too. Swing after swing, they were swiftly taken down until we were standing on a boat in a sea of blood. Sebastian and I were exhausted after the long fight and we both collapsed. Blood poured from my wound and onto the already bloody deck of our small carrier. I laid down clutching my wound while Sebastian spoke with Ciel. The horn of a rescue ship was not far off and, surprisingly, Sebastian and I were praised by Ciel.

"You did well today, Sebastian…Damon as well."

"Young Master…Please stop. For you to say such a thing, I don't wish to see a storm after this."

"Che…I don't think my body could handle another storm."

I began coughing erratically and blood dripped down my chin. That damned scythe hit quite a few major organs and the remnants of the water were not helping. I felt a slight pressure on my wound and glanced around, catching Sebastian's gaze.

"You're in worse shape than me, you reckless mutt."

"Back to calling me mutt?…That's not very nice…Besides, you weren't dragged down stairs by a jealous Grell."

He sighed, but I could see a shadow of a smile on his face as he brushed my hair back from my face.

"You've had quite the life, Damon. I'm surprised you didn't actually betray us for the Undertaker after what your pack did to you."

"I would've never considered it, because he lacks the one thing that would be able to tame me…and I can't believe it took me this long to figure out what it was."

"And what could possibly tame the most devious hellhound I've ever met?"

"One hell of a butler."

I reached up and kissed him deeply with every ounce of my being as he kissed back just a fiercely. I had finally figured out my feelings for Sebastian and the only downside to this was that it had almost cost his life in order for me to figure it out.

"Ahem."

Oh right. There was that little downside as well. We broke apart and spotted Ciel's reddening face as he tried to look any direction except for at us. I chuckled at him, succeeding in hurting myself further and clutching to Sebastian's coat in pain, just as the rescue ship arrived. Sebastian lifted me into his arms and smirked as the three of us ascended the ladder. We were finally going home.