Moonlight Tryst ✖︎ Teen Wolf

0001 ➳ Slaves

"I want a tattoo over my heart that reads 'TRY HARDER YOU LAZY PARAMEDIC SHITBAG OR I WILL HAUNT YOUR BEDROOM FOREVER" ― Warren Ellis

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Evelyn Hall's POV - 03 / 06 / 2013 : Beacon Hills

"Boy, good thing you drew me a picture." The heavily tattooed man said, as I stood besides Scott. The woman smiled at me before leading me to another room.

"Is there any significance to your tattoo?" she asked, as she prepared the needle. I smirked,

"Well," I drawled, "the Sun and Moon Curse was said to be an ancient Aztec curse that a great shaman cast 1000 years ago on vampires and werewolves. The curse decreed that the werewolves would only be able to turn into a werewolf on a full moon, and that the vampires would be weakened by the sun, which made the werewolves 'servants of the moon,' and the vampires 'slaves to the sun. The reason for my tattoo is to congratulate myself on how long I have survived being both. Neither slave to the sun or moon, but to only be a slave to myself." The woman looked at me strangely before slowly pricking my skin with the needle.

"He's right. Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word tatau means leave a mark. Like a rite of passage." The tattooed man said, as he, Scott and Stiles engaged in conversation. I took slow deep breathes, as I watched the sun and moon shape into tribal swirls meeting the arrows of my pack.

I sighed content, as she gently pricked my skin, causing the effect of dripping as the moon's silver substance trailed down circling around the middle arrow resembling me.

After an hour or two passed by, she bandaged my upper arm. I smiled in gratitude before taking my leave. I sighed, "They left me here stranded, of course they did." I began walking towards the edge of the forest. I frowned sniffing the air, my eyebrows knitting together. That was a familiar scent.

I took a second whiff, a low growl blundering out of my chest as I swivelled around. "Jessica," I feinted surprise, "it's been a long time," she snarled in response, black veins appearing underneath her eyelids.

"You left me to die."

"Me, I don't think so," I began to take measured steps away from Jess, as she bared her fangs.

"You left me in a cell, to rot."

"That doesn't sound like me," I said slowly, putting on a thoughtful face.

"Russia, september, 2011, a brisk evening air had settled over Moscow, and we we're settling down for an evening dinner on the corner of Arbat street, we were drugged from behind unable to see our captors. We were then dragged down into an underground sewer, where we were placed in similar cell's opposed from each other, you escaped your cell after a month of planning, and then you lef-"

"Oh yeah, that may have been me," I mumbled,

"Good thing I made a little deal with a fellow captured supernatural."I puckered my lips,

"And I too made a deal," I said softly, "I'm sorry Jessica, I really am." She growled angrily stomping her foot like an infant.

"Evie, I was in there for two years, two years."

I took long strides to stand in front of her, my hands placed gently on her cheeks. "Jess I'm so sorry," she sighed, pushing me away as she looked at the ground.