vampireluver123
If there was one word to describe Elizabeth's life it's confusing. Even as an adult she didn't know who or what she was. She was born of a psychotic killer, raised by a family of vampires, werewolves, and normals. And she was always going from place to place. She might have lived with that large family, being loved by another Elizabeth in a kind and caring home that her bio mother couldn't give her; but there was a guy who always came around ever since she was a basket she heard that would take her for a couple days. Lizzie never thought about it growing up, but why would he do so? As far as she knew, he wasn't her father, nor related to Elizabeth and Rufio, the two that raised her.
But now that she was older, and having raised an adopted child herself, Lizzie couldn't help but dwell on these things anytime she wasn't preoccupied with something else. How was she to be who she was supposed to be? Her greatest fear was to be just like the mother who gave birth to her. That's why she went into the healing business. To right those wrongs and try to be the kind and caring woman her adoptive mother had taught her to be. But what if that wasn't what she was supposed to be either? Nature vs nurture, the oldest question out there. With the three different influences on her life, it was no wonder that Lizzie was always walking around with a headache, as she was now on her day off.
