A/N: I have changed the spelling of Ziva's name to Zeeva as I wanted to change the meaning of her name. It will all become clear soon as to why I have done this. I made up the two middle names so they are not Ziva's real ones.
Zeeva – wolf
Sappir – sapphire
Sela – rock
Chapter 11 – Stories
Zeeva POV
This Goth girl seemed to be as curious about me as I was about her now that I had learnt that she was a daughter of the famous Harry Potter. I decided that she might be a safe person to share some things with but not everything yet. "My parents threw me out of the house because they don't want me anymore. That would be my basic story. Now what's your basic story?" I asked her seeing if she would be more willing to share this time.
"My basic story. Hum, well I guess I'd start from being adopted by horrible parents, running away to find my real parents. Being here in the park is because my real parents threw a party for several reasons and I don't fit in and I got bored, so here I am." She explained. It may have been longer than mine but at least she didn't have to live with this terrible thing. She started sniffing a little bit not enough for a normal person to notice, but who said I was normal. "What are you? You don't smell human!" She suddenly said out of nowhere.
"Hugh. I'm a werewolf." I had decided to come out straight with her there was no point in pretending. "So do you have an extra powerful sense of smell compared to everyone else or are you just psychic?" I asked her as something was not normal with her if she was able to spot that I was a werewolf.
"Yes I have a good sense of smell but that's because I'm a vampire." Woa I was not expecting that. "I think it's time to tell each other our long stories." She suggested.
"I'm guessing that means I go first. Well I've been a witch all of my life and I was doing really well at School, but a month ago I was bitten by a werewolf at full moon. Last night I transformed during the family meal, which had been hosted outside. I was immediately disowned by my family and they threw me out this morning. Now I have nowhere to stay and I'm a werewolf on top of it."
I decided to keep no details away from her there was no need to, we were both outcasts together. "Now what's your long story?" I asked to prompt her to start.
"Well at birth I had been declared dead, but really I had been kidnapped by two vampires. I grew up with them as my parents, though I knew I had been adopted. I have an adopted brother who is alright and I've kept contact with him. My fake parents turned us into vamps when we turned 16. About a month after I had been turned I ran away to find my real parents, I had already found out who they were and where they lived. I'm just starting to fit in but not quite, they don't know that I'm a vampire yet. That would be my long story."
"At least you've got nice parents who will understand if you told them, I don't which is why I didn't tell them untill the accident."
"Well since you're homeless why don't you come and live at my house for a bit, my parents won't mind and it's not like we don't have the room."
"I . . . Well if you insist." Looks like I've just made a friend. "But can we not tell your parents about my condition yet." I was still afraid they might turn me away because of it.
"That's fine as I haven't told them about mine yet either." We ran quickly to her house to find that many of the guests, from the party she had mentioned, were leaving. We hid behind some bushes until they had gone, then we entered the house.
