The Cat and the Lamb

I. The Beginning

My name is Lucy Alice Morningstar and this is my unfortunate story. You see, I fell in love with the wrong man. This wrong man, as I knew him, is Killian Avery Thomason. He was my cat and I was his lamb, we were so blissfully and ignorantly in love. I almost didn't see it; his 'adventures' he called them, were nothing but tales of his conquests, his thievery and murders. He tricked me. He made me believe I was weak, that I needed him to survive. This Hades' cast out kept my true self locked away so I wouldn't know the truth. However, this is not the beginning; no I am getting too far ahead. The beginning starts in 1845.

I was an unmarried noble woman in her early twenties; to be precise I was twenty-three. I loved my life and the lives of everyone I came in contact with, I am certain that it was my downfall. In August, my father had sent my sister and I to the Bartholomew Fair, he stated it was to give us fresh air and culture. I think back on it now and I have suspicions that it was so he could have the maids to himself, and I wish I would have fought harder to stay home. My sister was elated to leave for the fair she wanted to see the House of Horrors so much. My sister, Celeste, had a love for the supernatural and strange. I never fully understood it, she was 2 years older yet she was so child-esque. That was the one thing I admired her for she could be so wise and proper in the eyes of company but have a child's joy and wonder for the fictitious. I was never like her with the supernatural. I always had a pull, this gut-feeling, that it was never just fiction. My feelings of it all being real is what frightened me of it, I didn't want it to be real, I didn't want to be reminded that we, as humans, were so fragile. No matter my feelings of fear, I could never stay away.

"Luce...Lucy...Lucille!" Celeste had just returned from the powder room and was already getting annoyed. She never liked my full name, said it resembled the devil. 'And you are too nurturing to be the associated to the devil' she'd say. If only she would see me now.

"Yes, Celeste?" I had asked with my back to her still. I knew what she wanted but, I loved to tease her whenever I could.

"Luce, you know what. I want to see the fair so stop reading and get proper." I turned around as she stuck her tongue out at me. I chuckled at her child-ness, as did she.

"I'm not reading Cele, I'm drawing. The view of the center is perfect and I want to capture it first." I could see it on her face she was having none of my excuses.

"The view will be there tomorrow and the next day and the whole time we are here." She had started to pull on my arms, pulling me to my feet and shooing me to the powder room. I huffed at her but continued into the powder room. I noticed she had already picked out an outfitit was a light aqua, floor length skirt that had an intricate pattern withruffles, always the stupid ruffles, and so much light blue tulle. The top had quartersleeves and that dreaded beige tulle as an accent. There were fabric flowers onthe sleeves too. She had also went ahead and left the lace up bodice, bloomers, stockings, and shoes. To this day I still loath the fashion, I never understood why anyone would find so many layers and itchy fabric comfortable. However, today the weather outside wasn't too hot so I didn't fight the amount of layers. In the summer days I would try to get away with less layers for outings, and if I couldn't I wouldn't leave the house.

I had just finished putting on my skirt when Celeste called out to me. "Luce, would you hurry up, the streets are starting to crowd."

I roll my eyes knowing she couldn't see me but answered her anyway, "I'm nearly finished Cele, I just need to fix this one pin." I could hear her huff as her shoes clacked along the wooden floor. Moments later the powder room door opened and Celeste came in. She stared at my hair then shooed my hands away and began working on fixing it. "Lucy what am I going to do with you? Past the age of marriage and yet you still can't fix your own hair," she paused shortly looking me in the eyes using the mirror. "Also, next time you want to roll your eyes at me do it quieter." She chuckled lightly teasing me and smiling sweetly at me in the mirror finishing my hair. "You are absolutely stunning. If we are lucky you might just find the man to sweep you off your feet tonight, maybe even get you married."