Why, my muses?! Why?! Seriously, at the moment I have so many ideas that I just have to write down. At the moment I have around 10 stories going (more or less) and more are quickly coming. I think after this one I should just try and finish the ones I already have.

This story contains rape in this chapter. Not detailed, but it is mentioned. If you don't like it, don't read it.

If you're interested please Review and depending on how many I get, I will update quicker or not.

Enjoy,

Nick

It's been a year since I left the Rez in favor of moving to Mystic Falls. My older brother Sam had changed a month before I decided to leave. Hell, I didn't understand what was going on until I phased myself.

Maybe I should explain that comment before I go on. My name is Rayen Uley, Sam Uley's younger sister. When our parents abandoned us, the Elders of the tribe stepped in. Sam got closer to Old Quil, while Billy Black became as good as my father. The old man had been surprised when I told him about my furry problem. Apparently I was the first female shifter in the history of the Quileute. Billy begged me to stay, to come back. He said that I'd need a pack, but through all if his begging I argued that Sam didn't want me there. My brother had done everything in his power to push me away.

Anyway, that was a year ago now and I had finally settled in Mystic Falls. I applied for a job as a bartender and started working at the Mystic Grill soon after I arrived there. It was funny how none of the vampires in this town noticed the shapeshifter in their midst. I saw and heard a lot if what was going on, but mostly stayed out of it. That was until the Jules' werewolf pack came into town.

During the full moon, I was running like I always did. I loved the feeling of being free, of being a wolf. It gave me an escape, a way to burn my sheer endless energy. The thing is I wasn't careful enough. Soon I was surrounded by a couple of very angry, very male wolves. Crap! While I was bigger than them and reasonably good at fighting, there was no way I could take all five of them. They quickly subdued me with bites - who knew that their venom could hurt me. It wasn't as bad as a bite from a Cold One, which was lethal, but it hurt like hell.

I must have blacked out, because when I came around, I was lying on the ground naked with several men leering down at me. I would have tried shifting, but I was too exhausted and still hurt from the males' attack.

"Well, well, well," one of them grinned sadistically "Looks like we caught ourselves a little she-wolf. Whatever shall we do with her?"

I whimpered pitifully, more than aware of the shitty situation I was in.

"I have a few ideas," another wolf leered "Get her inside and chain her up. We can have a little fun with the bitch later." He ripped my head up by my hair and leaned in "What's your name, pet?"

I glared at him and growled warningly, making the five around me laugh. He let me go and I was forcibly dragged into a trailer. They bound my arms tightly, taking care to touch me as much and as long as possible, before one of them tossed me into a cage that was installed on one side of the RV.

"We'll see you later, sweet," they promised, locking the cage and the trailer door behind them.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed. The men kept their promise of coming back again and again. They always took turns violating me. After several hours of 'fun' I was finally left alone, crying and shivering. It wasn't cold, but I could still feel them in me and even phasing seemed to be out of the question. They came again and again until all the fight left me and I was just lying there in pain, trying to hide in the far corner of my mind.

When the door opened again - I had lost all sense of time ages ago - I couldn't hold back a pathetic whimper. That's all I seemed to be able to do now, whimpering and whining.

"Don't worry, little bitch," Brady's hateful voice cut through the haze "I'm not here for you." He opened the cage next to mine and I heard a body drop to the floor.

I rolled into a tight ball, angling my face in the direction of the other person. Blonde hair surrounded a normal figure and the smell of vampire reached my nose. Caroline. What did they want with her?

Brady perched himself onto a crate pretty close to the bars, playing with some weapons that were lying next to me. Ten minutes later, he was still waiting for the blonde to wake up "I'm bored," the werewolf made an impatient noise "Maybe I could practice a bit first, what do you think?" I shivered at his tone, trying to make myself smaller if that was possible "I though you'd agree with me." Brady unlocked my cell and pointed a gun at me.

I cried out when a sharp pain shot through my back and my leg. Thankfully, I was already on the ground, because I'm sure that my legs would have given out by now. Pain radiated through my lower body and the wounds he just made with the wooden bullets.

As soon as Caroline started whimpering, I was dropped immediately in favor of the new toy. I could vaguely hear talking, but I wasn't sure what was said.

"Rayen?" a faint voice whispered. I tried moving my head, but gave up with a defeated moan "It's alright, Ray. We'll get out of here soon. I promise."

My vision went black again.

The next thing I heard was a commotion outside. I was alone in the trailer, having apparently been left here by Caroline and whoever rescued her. Maybe that was my punishment for leaving the pack? I didn't make friends with many people since I arrived here, but Caroline and I got along pretty well. I was alone, huddled in the shadows.

After a while it all went still except for my occasional sounds of pain. I forced myself to quiet down when footsteps came closer to my hiding place.

A suited man crouched down close to me, raking his eyes over the bloodied mess that was my body "What did they do to you, little one?" The vampire ripped out the bars, slowly coming closer to me. I think I met him before... Damon always ranted about him and how dangerous he was. Then... he came to the Grill with Jenna? Elijah, I believe his name was "I won't hurt you." Elijah shuffled closer, ignoring my whimpers. As soon as he was close enough, he shrugged out of his suit jacket and carefully wrapped it around my shoulders. Even though my wolf was pretty big, I was petite. His jacket covered me right down to the bottom of my bottom. I flinched when I felt arms slide under me "Shh," the vampire soothed. Why was he so nice to me? I thought Caroline would have helped me. Billy! I had to call Billy. I needed him. Please... I wasn't sure if I could... Sam, Sammy. I'm so sorry. I felt like my body was ruined for anyone. I felt dirty and gross.

"What happened?" another man's voice questioned, closer than I would have liked it. I turned my head into Elijah's shoulder, shivering harder.

"It's alright," Elijah hushed "Jonas won't hurt you, little one. Can you prepare a bath? I will explain everything later."

"Of course," Jonas murmured in agreement "Does she need clothes?"

"No." Elijah sat down on a sofa, arranging me on his lap "What's your name?"

"Rayen," I breathed almost too quiet "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Miss Rayen."

I leaned against the vampire tiredly, breathing in his comforting scent. He smelt safe, like family. How was that possible? " Thought you were... enemy. Why did... help?"

"We'll talk when you're rested, alright?" he murmured, running a hand through my tangled hair. I hummed in reply, slowly falling asleep.