She Who Must Be Named

Charlie bit her lip, eyeing her canvas distrustingly. The colors just weren't right. She was trying to remember what her mother looked like, but all that came out from under her brush was hazy, foggy, just plain blurry.  Brown hair? Check. Brown eyes? Same. But other than that, Charlie couldn't remember anything. Not the shape of her mother's face, nothing. Well, nothing physical anyway.  She could remember her scent. As a werewolf, her mother smelled like firewood and dog hair, a strange combination but so familiar to Charlie.  Her father, on the other hand, smelled of vinegar and sea water. As a vampire, the man also had a faint smell of blood that always lingered. Charlie was the child of a werewolf and a vampire, only possible because her mother was a werewolf and therefore able to carry the child of the vampire.  Charlie got the best of both worlds. Not only could she shift into a wolf like her mother, she could also shift into a bat like her father. But she didn't get the blood frenzy her father had to fight so hard against, not did she get her mother's fiery temper. Only the wolf inside was prone to anger and murder inclined, but the bat inside would help calm her down. It was quite a good balance. The only thing Charlie was missing was her memories.  She could smell her parents, but not picture their faces. She knew what they sounded like but not what they were.  She didn't even know why they weren't all together anymore. She had searched high and low for them, but to no avail. So she gave up and moved to New York City, the largest city owned neither by wolves nor vampires, but by the elves. They welcomed her with open arms, gave her a place to live in and a job to keep her alive. She worked as a chef in a small diner, and when her shift was over, she would cook for the High Elves as a thank you for their hospitality and graciousness.  Until the day they had guests.  Not just any guests: the Alpha and Beta of the Full Blood Moon Pack, the largest pack of wolves in the United States.  Somehow, Charlie knew something was going to f**k up.  She never thought it would be her.