𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐲

𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎

Elizabeth made her way home as she heard rustling behind her. not thinking anything of it, the continued her way to the packhouse.

The moon was going to be full soon and there was a boy in the pack that would soon experience his first transition, so Elizabeth had brought some herbs to make it easier for him.

Suddenly, she felt something prick her neck. She reached back and pulled a small needle out of her skin. Wolfsbane.

Growling, Elizabeth grew out her fangs and claws as she turned around and looked into the night with glowing eyes.

There was a man in a suit standing in front of her and the werewolf went to lunge at him as something hit her over the back of her head, making her lose consciousness.

☽ - ☾

When Elizabeth came to, she was strapped to a table with a muzzle over her mouth. The pain in her gums led her to believe that whoever had done this to her, was extracting her venom.

Looking around, she saw that she was hooked up to an iv. Judging by the weakness she felt in her bones, the fluid in it had to be wolfsbane.

The man in the suit that she had seen earlier came into the room and Elizabeth tried to break free out of her restraints but failed.

"Seems like we have to increase the dose," the man mumbled before turning a small wheel on the iv, making more of the substance flow into Elizabeth's blood system, causing her to fall unconscious again.

☽ - ☾

The next time Elizabeth woke up, she was lying on a cold stone floor. Groaning, she sat up and saw that she was in a dark cell with bars on one side.

Elizabeth shuffled forwards and tried to pull the bars apart but they withstood her strength.

"Don't bother, they won't budge," a voice said.

The Werewolf looked around and saw that a man sat in the cell opposite hers. The yellow light of the room illuminated the man's face and she could make out light olive coloured skin, a sharp jawline, and dark eyes that were partially covered by just as dark strands of hair.

"Bloody hell," the voice said, "You're my soulmate."

Elizabeth could see the man crawl closer to the bars of his cell as she carefully did the same.

"And you're gorgeous," the man added, making her smile slightly.

"When I thought about meeting my mate, I never thought it would be in a cell," Elizabeth told him, kicking the bars in front of her for good measure.

There was a quiet pause before the man said, "I'm Lorenzo St John by the way and I'm assuming you are a vampire too?"

"A werewolf actually," she replied. "And I'm Elizabeth. Elizabeth Bleeker."

☽ - ☾  ☽ - ☾  ☽ - ☾

During the next three years, the two soulmates would get to know each other better though they had never actually felt the touch of the other's skin or held each other in their arms.

While Elizabeth had wanted to give up hope on ever escaping very quickly, Lorenzo stayed hopeful and made sure she didn't give up.

But then, with the arrival of Damon Salvatore, there was finally a real reason to hope for nearing freedom.