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Love Is Often Unexpected [Xx.MoonlightRomance.xX & Jugger82]

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XxMoonlightRomancexX

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It was only about one o'clock in the morning and it had already been a long night for Elizabeth, or Liz for short. For years now she had been hunting for the monster that had killed her father and she had gotten a lead earlier today that lead her to believe she would finally come face to face with the killer tonight. She leaned up against the wall, finally having arrived at the place where this monster was supposed to make an appearance tonight, now all she had to do was wait. Liz looked up at the moon and sighed. "I'm going to kill him for what he did to you, Dad, I promise. Liz thought to herself.

Liz was a beautiful nineteen year old girl who had decided to follow in her father's footsteps and become a werewolf hunter after his death seventeen years ago. When he had been killed she had been only two years old at the time and it had been on a cloudy, full moon night, just like tonight. Tonight Liz was clothed in a pair of dark blue, stone washed jeans and a black tank top that was covered by a black jacket. Her eyes examined her surroundings, keeping an eye out for any changes. Her muscles began to tense up as she waited, feeling like she couldn't wait another moment to come face to face with her father's killer.
 
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In the darkness that was lit by the blue moonlight of the full moon, a lesser werewolf, a human with wolf features on his body, stalks the night. Eying its victims, an idiotic bunch of drunks on their way home...he slowly moves in for the kill. Appearing almost out of nowhere, he plunges his clawed hand into the back of one man, having it come out the other side of the man through his chest. Picking the man up with his arm still inside him, he swings the man to fly off his arm and plunge into another man, sending them both through brick walls. Smirking as the blood reflected light off of his arm, he looked at the third man with a venomous look. The cries and howls of the four figures could be heard deep into the town during all of this...
 
While she waited for the werewolf to show up she heard the cries and howls coming from deep in town. Liz struggled with herself for a bit, trying to decide between staying at her current location or following the noises that were coming from where sounded like they originated somewhere in the middle of town. After a few minutes she decided to follow the howls and cries to their source and began using allies and side streets to get there quickly, her stake made out of pure silver clenched in her hand. Within minutes she reached the source and glared at the monster that stood in front of her. Locking eye with him she glared at him. "After sixteen years, I finally come face to face with the monster who killed my dad." She said to him.
 
Turning to look at the newcomer, he hadn't recognized her but it seemed she knew him far too well. Dropping the body of one of the dead men he attacked, he simply looked at her as he wiped the blood onto his clothing to get it off his flesh. "Killed your parents? Sorry kid, I've killed a lot of people...You're gonna have to be more specific. Did they cry and beg for their lives, did they try and bribe me or ask me to kill someone else in their stead, or did they just weep like bitches as they killed themselves before I could even get closer to them? Or perhaps...it was someone I mentally scarred purposely just for the fun of it?"
 
"No, my father did none of that." Liz said as she kept her eyes on him. "My father was a werewolf hunter. His name was Troy Montgomery. The night you killed him he was trying to track down another werewolf, I think that one had attacked one of his best friends and he had been put into a medically induced coma because of it. Then he came across you attacking a group of innocent women and decided to try and help. In the end you two fought and you won. He didn't beg for his life, but instead asked that you not harm his little girl. She was with him that night and now, sixteen years later here I am to get back at you for killing him." She explained.
 
"Ah yes...now I remember...even now to this day I'll live to my word and not harm his 'little girl' even if you're bigger than you were back then...oh how pitiful the man was, sacrificing his life just to save a couple of whores...he must have really hated his wife heheheh..."
 
"No, he was just the kind of man that would do anything in his power to help others and if you wanna stick to your word, fine, but I'm not going to go on letting you hurt innocent people." She said, relaxing a bit as she told herself that he wasn't going to try anything.
 
"Uh...what innocent people? All I see are three dead bodies and an annoying daughter of a dead bitch." He said smirking as he rushed off after her, claws in the air with the intent to at least harm her enough so that she wouldn't give chase to him.
 
"Okay, the innocent people you killed." She corrected herself before he came at her. When he did she moved, using her weight to pin him to the brick wall. "Now, you are going to listen to me and be a good little puppy and obey or I will drive this pure silver stake of mine through that heart of yours, do you understand?" She asked as she looked up at him, keeping the stake just inches from his chest. "Hell, I could even stab you somewhere that won't kill you with it and it will burn like fire." Liz added with a grin.
 
"Oh foo...a stake. How childish of a weapon." He said as he glared at her from where he was pinned. "How could you pin me so easily...what kind of intensive training did you go through to be able to do that?" He would have done something to kill her right then...should she had not had a silver stake near his heart.
 
"You only think it is childish because of how easily I could kill you here and now." She said, looking up at him with the same glare he was giving her. "I can easily pin any werewolf two or even three times my size, you see, I've spent years training and am much stronger than my father was because I made a promise to my father that I would kill the monster who took his life." She said, keeping the silver stake at his heart. "Now, why don't you give me one good reason I should let you live after you killed my father."
 
"Don't joke with me or I'll make sure you are dead before I leave here." she hissed as she continued to glare at Nathan, although she had to admit, he was good looking and she hadn't expected the monster responsible for her father's death to look this good. Hell, if he hadn't killed her father and he wasn't a monster she probably would have dated him. What he had said seemed to affect her, though because the stake she had been holding just inches above his chest was now being held at a distance several more inches away from his chest.
 
Taking small note of the stake being lowered away, his eyes glimmered as he had an idea. Gently raising his hands to place them on her shoulders. He smiled gently to her, though his back still did not leave the wall...that would be too quick and probably an instant death. "Hey...cmon now...lets put the stake down and let me make this up to you somehow...Cmon..." He said gently to her, one of his hands rubbing up and down her shoulder and upper arm gently.
 
She noticed his eyes glimmer as he had an idea, but she really didn't think anything of it and even as she watched as well as felt him raise his hands gently before laying them on his shoulders, she didn't do anything to stop him. She almost smiled at him when he offered her a gentle smile, but was able to stop herself. "How are you going to make it up to me? My father is dead, has been for almost thirteen years now and there is nothing you can do or say that can change that." She said, the stake still aimed at his heart, although she had to admit, something about the tone he was using made her relax even further. Then, when one of his hands began rubbing up and down her shoulder and upper arm gently the hand her stake was in slowly began to drop and eventually her hand was at her side, the stake was even being held loosely in her hand and she closed her eyes, finding him running her shoulder and upper arm soothing.
 
Smirking, Nathan pulled her into a hug as he rubbed up and down her back. "Shh...sh...just let out the tears...I won't hurt you..." He said, giving her a false sense of him becoming a caring friend, but truthfully he'd KO her when he'd get the chance to and get the hell out of there. Now that he knew he was being followed, he'd probably play into the shadows of the cities and countries he'd visit from then on.
 
When he pulled her into a hug she didn't fight him and Liz even relaxed further as his hand moved up and down her back. "I just miss my Daddy." She said to him as tears began to fill her eyes. Liz clearly believed in this sense of false hope she was being given. Soon her muscles relaxed enough that the silver stake that was in her hand dropped to the ground.
 
Smiling, he continued to play this charade until he heard the clinking of the silver stake against the tiled, stone ground. Raising his hand in the air, he brought it down as a fist against her head in an attempt to KO her so he could make his escape.
 
Pushing her so she just dropped on the floor, he began to walk on...but the echo of what she said earlier slowed him down to a stop. 'I just miss my Daddy' rang in his ears. Turning to look at her, he scowled and muttered to himself as he walked over and threw her over his shoulders as he led to a house he'd made his own until he'd move on to the next town.
 
When he picked her up she was out like a light, limp in his arms as if she were a rag doll. There was also a small bump already forming on the side of her head where he had hit her.
 
At the house, he had stripped her down and put new clothing on her so she didn't look too much like a hunter and more like a normal person. Treating the wound on her head, he chained one of her arms to a bed post as she lay down...this being insurance if she tried to kill him when she woke up. Now he just waited for her awakening.
 
Hours passed before she woke up and when she woke up she quickly found that she was now wearing what looked like a night gown and when she sat up she also found that her movements were limited due to now being chained to the bed. It took a moment for the days events to come to her, but when they did Liz looked at Nathan. "What the hell am I doing here and why am I wearing this?" She asked, although it didn't come out as venomous sounding as she hoped it would, because she was still weak.
 
"Seems your words've taken a toll on me. I was going to leave you to die on the ground but....well, if you died you'd actually get to see your father again, and I couldn't let that happen. So until then...you'll be my little slave." He said smirking from the chair he was sitting on, his tail laying in his lap as he looked at her. "Best get used to wearing night gowns, they'll be all you wear for a long while now."
 
"Why didn't you just let me die?" She asked, her voice still weak as she glared over at him. "And why do you want me as your slave?" She asked, her voice still weak and it wasn't long before she was laying down in bed because it hurt her to sit up. "Just to let you know, I refuse to fuck you." She said, looking over at him.
 
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