Elizabeth was such a tiny little girl sickly all the time. It was miraculous that she survived. When she finally reached the age of thirteen, her sickness was catching up. Once it became apparent, she was going to die; her father carried her into the wilderness and left her in a meadow to die alone. He had been sickened by her since the day she was born. She could hear the animals of the night circling her weak little body. She drew just enough strength to curl herself up into a ball to cry herself to death. A flash of light shocked her eyes, and she was blinded for a few moments. When her eyes adjusted, she focused on the green light in front of her. She mustered enough energy to sit up against a tree and looked around to see if she could see someone. A black woman in a green flowy gown stepped out. Her skin seemed to shimmer even in the dark. Her eyes were green, like the way Elizabeth’s were now. The woman was beautiful. At that time, Elizabeth had never seen anyone of a

The entire group sat around the lounge as Kohl lit a fire. “Just so you all know, Borislav is very private and untrusting. People freak him out, really, really freak him out. I’ll approach first. He knows me. And though it’s been a few centuries since we’ve seen each other, we used to stop other witches and warlocks from doing sacrifices and blood magic. That shit is dangerous. He and I spent decades together. He was the closest thing I had to a father. I write to him quite often still, we exchange letters. He doesn’t have a phone or anything like that. Just books, I’ll bring him a few.” “You two were close?” Nora inquired, “if that’s the case, how do you not know if he was the one that spelled that girl in hell?” “You should be careful with the tone you use when you ask questions like that. You sound like you’re accusing me of something.” “Well, are you guilty of something?” “Nora enough!” Kohl intervened. “If he was the one that did i

“You know I’ve heard that before… More than once.” Elizabeth interrupted entering the room, Nora opened her mouth to speak, but Elizabeth held up her hand. “Don’t. I know you’re going to say you’re sorry because you said what you felt, not realizing I could hear you. You have a right to your opinion and to your feelings, so it’s fine. You need to understand how I was created, and maybe you will understand my issue with myself. I was born in 1971 B.C. I was constantly a sick child. For some reason, I never died though with how sick I was all the time I should’ve been. My father was finally sick of me. I was too weak. I was a danger to the village. My father, when I was young, picked me and took me into the woods and left me there to die alone in the dark surrounded by wild animals. I could hear them approaching, stalking me. At any moment, I would be torn apart by wolves, and there was nothing I could do. As I sat there against a tree just waiting for my death, a bright light flashed, b

“Okay, we all good and done ogling over her?” He said waiting a moment before speaking again, “Anyway, we will figure out a way to keep you vampires as best protected as possible from their venom. Now, if any of you know more witches or vampires willing to help that would be fantastic as it is estimated a few thousand of lycans are combined. That’s a lot. Know despite what some of you may have heard, lycans are not some dumb animals, they’re very intelligent and very clever. They’re also very hard to kill, they have four or so inches of thick breast plate to get through, like cement. Many have grown immune to the effects of silver, so it’s safe to assume beheading, piercing or removing the heart are the only ways to kill them. In Russia, Elizabeth can rip a head off a lycan easily and by herself, but it took at least two of us and a struggle to remove one. Now, you all better learn to use a sword if you don’t know how, I have a few dozen and they’re made from silver back when ly

Jen saw Kohl wonder off to his favorite part of his garden in the back of his home. He only ever went there when he needed to clear his head and think. But the way he sat there, looking more solemn than normal worried her. "Honey, can you come here?" Jen called to Peter, she pointed through the window to Kohl, "I'm worried about him. He seems more sad than usual." "Well we're going to go to war with a massive army of werewolves. Can you blame him?" "No, it's not that. He didn't act like before we went and saw that grand master wizard, Borislav. Ever since then, unless we're all in the midst of something, he seems off. He sleeps more than usual too. He really is acting like he is depressed, clinically depressed. I don't know why or how to help him." "It's the girl he is dreaming about, Camilla." Elizabeth chimmed in from a big black recliner not too far from Jen and Peter. No one had even seen or heard her come downstairs, Jen thought her and Peter alone so when Elizabeth sp