control • theo raeken [1]

twenty-nine. apotheosis

third person
(read author's note)

LUNA'S STRENGTH RETURNED TO her quicker than the Beta's and especially the Alpha's. She stumbled a bit as she followed Theo to wherever he was going. When she lost sight of him from the lack of cooperation from her legs, she relied on the sound of his steps and his pants of breath. His movement stopped after he turned down the hall to the right ahead of her. When she heard an accented voice, she knew Theo found who he was looking for.

Sebastien eyes the werewolf in front of him from head to toe. "Another arrogant youth. A contender to steal my name?" Theo smirks as he stares at the Beast of Gévaudan. "You think you can take it from me?"

Luna's strength fully returns to her so she doesn't need the help of the wall. She turns down the hall she seen Theo go down and finds him charging toward Sebastien.

"I just want your power," he declares. He swings a left hook which Sebastien easily blocks before he sticks his right claws into Sebastien's stomach. The ancient werewolf glances down at his abdomen before looking back up to Theo. When nothing happens, Theo glances between the hand in the werewolf's stomach and their face. Sebastien's eyes switches to that of the Beast, the pair similar to Luna's but more vicious. He begins shifting into the Beast with Theo's claws still inside him. The black smoke engulfs him as it usually did, making him seem shadow-like. He knocks Theo into the wall as if he were a ragdoll.

He returns to his human form and finds Luna standing at the end of the corridor. The expression that shoots across his face is of wonder and disbelief. It's like he knows who she is just by looking at her, and Luna can't believe it but it feels the same way for her. There's a sense a familiarity that has nothing to do with the flashes she's been having. It's almost paternal.

"What is your name?" He demands, stepping forward. Luna doesn't flinch.

Her voice doesn't waiver as she says, "Luna Louve."

"Louve? I do not know of a Louve and yet your blue hair is very familiar to me." His head tilts as he looks away briefly.

"You may know of my ancestor. They had hair just like mine." His eyes flicker back to her, studying her hair.

"Lucinda? You couldn't possibly be. She passed away after I gave her the bite." Luna shook her head, slowly piecing together the missing links. He doesn't take the action lightly, not liking being told he was wrong. "Marie-Jeanne told me she died!" Sebastien charges at Luna despite Theo's protests from the floor. His hand encloses around Luna's throat and she feels his claws into the back of her neck. Her memories scatter through her mind like a badly edited movie.

"Your name is Luna Dean Louve?" Lydia's disbelief makes her laugh.

"Yeah, it's sort of a family tradition to name the kid with the blue hair 'Dean'. It was my dad's name, and my grandfathers' before that. I was the first girl to come out with blue hair."

"Just be mine," the man says in a thick, French accent. He leans and kisses the person and I straightaway notice that they're in a bedroom. "Be mine." They fall back...

"Were you able to finish the journal today?" Kira asks Luna from inside the Eichen house office.

She sighs, "No......It's not until then they mention anything about changing during a full moon and barely remembering anything the next day. In the part I last read, they mentioned an affair with this man named Sebastien but I doubt that means anything."

Luna's own memories aren't the only thing fumbling through her mind. Somehow Sebastien was transferring his own to her without realizing he was doing so. She saw everything he saw and felt everything he felt. A woman with pale, blue hair just like Luna's was the center of each memory. Luna sees a smile similar to her own on the woman's face and it brings warmth into her chest. Her laugh brings tears to her eyes, and she feels fondness towards her. Not the kind you give to a favorite celebrity, but the kind reserved for that one, close relative that means the world to you.