AN: The italics is of the girl's sister(s) The Bold is of Gabe. Reviews greatly appericated. Thanks for reading.

Will you bite her neck And hold her limp body tight Against your naked chest?

Will you turn her into what you are?
Make her a child of the moon?
Will she run with you And is no more our sister?

If you do not succeed in turning her,
will she die?

Or is there any possibility Of a thing like that?

Please under stand me She is all I have

I love her very much.
She will have no other And will always howl At the moon with out my help

She is already turned any way.
Are you frightened by this news?

Do not think me perverted.
She came to my street,
To me with her problems And you being most of them

She lay untouched in my bed Where I needed to sleep for work.

I finally talked her into Staying with a female member of the pack Someone who I knew would never hurt her Even though she was a Homo Sapien

Needless to say she had already turned from me When she saw another girl on me.
She was fuming.

She had a fight and lost to another bitch Because she did not have any powers She was doomed to die.

But Aunt told me of only one way she could live And that was to bite her and make her drink From my foot print in the other form.

And I did,
I do not remember why,
But I did.

Aunt still put on all the cures She could remember to heal wounds.
Your sister drifted in and out of conciseness

And a few weeks later She was ready for the Ordeal in June

It would be her first full moon She would be weak because of it

In it I was competing for head of the pack I only hoped she would cheer for me.
She did and much, much more.

When I had won, That Bitch,
Got the Female in charge of your sister And nearly choked her to death.

I do not know what your sister was thinking But she leapt up And attached her teeth in to the bitch's back.

The bitch went down But Your sister kept on attacking She knew the bitch was faking

When Jordan did not Stop, the females made a circle between them

No one had ever witnessed A human surviving one of our bites Little on competing in the Ordeal;
in her weakest moments, too.

Aunt laid down on her back And presented your sister her neck And the others followed her pursuit.

She had unknowingly won The battle of the Bitches She won head female of the pack,
and was meant to be my mate.

She walked up to me And I smiled

She freaked and ran I ran after her of coarse But kept my distance She needed time to think And be by herself

Did you know that I am 24?
And she is only 16?
That's an eight years difference.
You would have been frightened too.

I had to get her used to the idea Of having me around again That was going to be tough.

I gave her rides on my Harley To places she was going and When I seen her walking alone.

She eventually loosened up a little,
And started treating me like one of her age.

I enjoyed her teasing,
teasing me with her body,
Her voice over the phone And the way she looked at me.

She started to wear less around me Partly because of the weather.

Don't worry She did nothing She would not have done To anyone else.

She has the bluest eyes I have ever seen.
Her back arches When I run my finger tips Up her spine.

Her lips, Oh moon,
Her lips are the fullest And juiciest I have ever tasted Or felt on my own.

Tell me, dose she ever talk About the pack and me?

I bet you two try to get her To see other guys,
Guys her age.

She was mine for that summer.
In fact that is why I came back.

She promised me her Lips Her back arching Her sweet, sweet voice singing to me.

And with the full moon approaching This week I think It is your best interest to give her to me.

You, sir, do not understand.
She is our sister and we think we know her better than you do

She is not some Whore She would never go to your house And sleep in your bed When she has just met you!

she is a respectable lady!

Child do you not know her at all?
Have you not went into her room When the moon was full To find her gone without clothes?

Are you really that naive?
Have you not heard the way?
Her voice quavers Over the phone when I call?
Or the way she yearns to be touched or bitten by me?

She LOVES me.
SHE LOVES ME.
SHE LOVES ME.

She will always be mine.
She needs me.
You know that.

You know you cannot separate us forever.

She came to me on her birthday.
She could not bear the thought of being away From me one more minute.

She did not want to leave.
She begged me to let her stay.

She needs the sweet taste of blood on her lips, The scarlet color held in her eyes.

Sir you speak of animalistic behavior.

Animalistic behavior?
What I speak of is not animalistic behavior. It is your sister and my loverâ–“s behavior.

She is and always was that way without my help.
I just merely incited and coaxed this behavior on.

You surely do not mean what you say.

Prove your self.
Call her in and she shall choose us over you.

She never needs you.
She is one of us.

She has already chosen me.
You know she will run if you ban her from my touch.

go on admit it.
she has not been her self,
not since she returned to you.

I've had enough of this ridiculous speaking.
Your sister is lost to you.
She left you when you tried to force her to change again for your benefit.