Rebel Luna & Her Alpha Mates

January 1st, 2020 Elizabeth King Her fingers flew over the keys, a haunting melody ringing out into the empty auditorium. This was her happy place, the only time she felt completely and utterly free. There was no pressure from her parents to be something she wasn't or her boyfriend wanting her to move in. No, here in the empty auditorium sitting at the piano playing her heart out, none of it mattered, just the music. Eyes closed, she continued playing, getting lost in her music when a loud beeping noise coming from her bag broke through her happy little bubble, popping it and bringing her back to the present. Sighing, her fingers slammed down on the keys with a loud and not so pretty sound. Turning, she reached down into her bag, pulling out her phone to see Trent's face light up the screen. She didn't really want to answer, but she couldn't keep avoiding him. He deserved better, and she knew that it wasn't fair for her to keep ignoring him. Pressing the green button to accept the call, she held the phone to her ear. "Hey," "Hey? Seriously Liz that's all I get?" He snapped his irritation coming through clearly. "I have been trying to get hold of you the last two weeks, but you keep ignoring my calls and texts. I don't get it I thought we were happy." "Trent," Elizabeth sighed her free hand running down her face. "It's not that. It's not you. I just I-" A loud boom came through the phone cutting her off. "Trent?" She could hear screaming through the phone. "Trent?" Panic began to snake its way up her spine. "B-abe.. Y-...Hide," His voice cut in and out before the call went dead. "Trent?" She shouted into the phone. Removing it from her ear to redial his number, only this time it went straight to voicemail. "Shit.. Shit..Shit," She muttered to herself, calling him three more times before she pulled up her mother's number and dialled her instead. Just like when she tried calling Trent, it went straight to her mother's voicemail. Trying a few more times, she then tried calling her father, but no one seemed to be answering. What the heck was going on? Pocketing her phone, she grabbed her bag and darted out of the auditorium determined to figure it out. Securing her bag to her back, she put her helmet on, quickly straddling her motorcycle. Speeding out of the parking lot she couldn't explain it, but a feeling sat in the pit of her stomach. A dread that coiled its way like a snake taking permanent residents into her, a knowing that this wasn't just spotty reception. Speeding down through the streets, Elizabeth looked around in horror. It was like a scene out of a horror movie. People running, screaming, and what she could only describe as monsters chasing them. People were being tackled to the ground and ripped apart, others trying to get to their cars or locking themselves into their homes. Not that it stopped the monsters from breaking their doors down. Speeding her way to her parents' home, she came to a screeching halt. Cutting her engine, she kicked out her kickstand, slipping off her bike and sprinting to her parents' front door. Approaching the door, she hesitated, seeing the door slightly ajar. "Mom? Dad?" She cautiously called, stepping into the house. She knew it was probably not the smartest to call out to them. One of those things could be in there. Quietly she stepped through the living room, her eyes widening as a dark red trail led from the couch down the hall and into the kitchen. Following what she knew without a doubt was a trail of blood, she made her way into the kitchen and, to her horror, she found her mother lying on the floor twitching as a man leaned over her, biting into her neck. Keeping an eye on them, she slowly backed up and reached into the small closet just outside the kitchen, grabbing her father's metal bat. Raising the bat, she made her way back into the kitchen, stopping just behind the man. "Hey!" She shouted, making the man jump, ripping his head away from her mother, taking a junk out of her neck in the process. Without hesitation, Elizabeth swung connecting the bat with the man's face, sending him flying into the wall with a loud thud. "Mom!" Darting to her mother, she dropped to her knees beside her. Reaching over she tried to stop the bleeding pressing her hands to the open wound on her mothers neck. Blood kept gushing from the wound too much for her to stop. "I-It's o-kay," her mother stuttered, her hand shakily pressing to Elizabeth's face. “I l-love y-ou,” her mother sputtered out a small smile on her face. Tears formed in Elizabeth’s eyes, blurring her vision as she watched the life slowly leave her mother. Dropping her head to her mother she pressed her forehead to her mother's tears spilling onto her face. “How sweet," A deep, almost demonic voice hissed out, snapping Elizabeth's attention from her mother and back to the man sitting leaning his back against the wall. "f**k you," Elizabeth grabbed the bat, turning her attention to the bastard that had just killed her mother. "Fierce one you are," A deranged laugh bubbled out, his mouth, twisting into a sinister smile showing off a pair of fangs on the top and bottom of his mouth. He may have looked like a man, but he was anything but. Shifting, she slowly stood up, gripping her bat tighter. She wasn't sure if she could take out the bastard, but she might be able to stun him enough to escape. "Brave too. A rare quality in a meat bag," he purred, slowly moving into a crouching position, his yellow eyes locked onto her every move. He lunged into the air just as she swung her bat, connecting with his face. He crashed into the china cabinet that her great-grandfather had made, smashing it to bits. Spinning around, she sprinted towards the front door. Just as she made it to the entrance, a sharp pain shot through her shoulder. Screaming, she reached back, clawing at the bastard biting her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he yanked her against his chest, biting deeper into her shoulder. This couldn't be it. No she couldn't go out like this. Fighting, she tried to free herself from him, but the more he drank, the weaker she felt until her arms fell limply to her sides. Gently retracting his fangs, he lowered her to the ground. Crawling on top of her, he leaned forward, his face mere inches from her own. This was it. She was dying, and yet she still defiantly glared up at him. She wouldn't let him win. She would not show an ounce of fear. "So brave," he grinned. "Don't worry little one, this isn't the end." His grinning face slowly blurred until darkness consumed her. Present day: February 13, 2120 A large muscular male collapsed onto his back. Elizabeth jumped on top of him, landing blow after blow. The crowd cheered louder with each punch. Eyes rolling back, the man passed out. Stopping her assault she slowly rose to her feet. Turning to the crowd, she shot her arms up the crowd exploded in hoots and hollers. "King! King! King!" The crowd chanted as she moved around the ring, her bloodied fists up in the air. A tall lean man dressed like a ringmaster stepped into the ring a microphone in his hand. Moving to Elizabeth, he grabbed her arm, raising his microphone to his mouth. "Once again, our champion is King!" His voice boomed, making the crowd lose it, chanting louder than they did before. Letting her go, he lowered the microphone. Leaning towards her, he whispered into her ear. Nodding, they bumped fists before he turned and addressed the crowd again. Getting out of the ring, she slipped through the crowd and into the back area where the private rooms for the fighters and staff were located.