My name is Elisabeth.
Elisabeth slowly stood, leaned into him with her whole body, put her lips to his ear, and nibbled softly on his earlobe.
I think we should concentrate on this Elisabeth.
Even while driving the redhead home, he could not get Elisabeth out of his head.
It had been five days since Elisabeth.
Elisabeth sat on a bench with her back to him.
Elisabeth blushed and loosened her grip on the sketchpad.
My name is Elisabeth Sidwell.
Elisabeth means 'God's promise'.
Kissing had always been merely a means to an end for him, but not with Elisabeth.
I've just come from the park where I met Elisabeth Sidwell.
Jackson closed his eyes, fearing his heart held nothing Elisabeth would desire.
He stood outside Elisabeth's house for a minute, took a deep breath and rang the bell.
Elisabeth didn't seem to notice.
Elisabeth's blush rose immediately.
Finally Elisabeth said, "Our port is here." and pulled away.
However, he was confident that Elisabeth cared for him, and for now, that would be enough.
She grabbed his shoulders, gyrated a bit and squealed, No, Jackson and Elisabeth are.
Jackson had hoped to make plans with Elisabeth, but he couldn't very well ask her over and say, "Don't mind the steel shutters on all the windows."
Sarah yelled, Bring Elisabeth for dinner on Saturday.
Nearing Elisabeth's house, his anticipation grew.
Elisabeth entered the room, and once again took his breath away.
As they approached it, Elisabeth let out a whistle.
Elisabeth wondered whether he meant that she liked cars or that she could whistle like a guy.
Elisabeth stood, transfixed on the brilliant vista.
Elisabeth peeked in the basket.
Elisabeth quipped, "A little over the top for a picnic, wouldn't you say?"
As Jackson packed up the basket, Elisabeth stood again admiring the valley.
Elisabeth, what kind of car do you drive?
Elisabeth took a step back and looked at him quizzically.
Elisabeth touched his face.
After about a half hour of walking around trying to take everything in, Elisabeth said, "Pick one for yourself."
Really Elisabeth, that's one of your favorites.
Normally he wouldn't go more than a few hours without thinking about his next meal, but Elisabeth filled his thoughts so completely, there was no room for anything else.
Elisabeth's coming for dinner!
He sat up in bed a long time picturing Elisabeth as she created the oil.
He is composing something for Elisabeth.
He struggled, resisting the temptation to go to Elisabeth's.
Elisabeth pulled into the drive at three minutes to six.
Sarah floated into the room as Jackson took Elisabeth's coat.
Elisabeth Sidwell… Sarah Carrington.
Elisabeth noted the different last name.
Elisabeth appraised Jackson then Sarah.
The women delved into small talk, and as Jackson turned, he noticed Connor standing stone still in the middle of the room, staring at Elisabeth.
Sarah was asking Elisabeth about her art when she stopped mid-sentence, spotting her feet.
As she was practically being dragged up the stairs, Elisabeth looked back at Jackson.
He had not realized until this moment how important it was that Sarah and Elisabeth like each other.
Elisabeth started towards her.
He knew she really wanted to tell him everything she had learned about Elisabeth, which was probably a great deal.
Elisabeth sat next to Jackson.
She would have liked Elisabeth as much as Sarah did.
Elisabeth must have noticed his intensity of thought.
As they walked from room to room, Elisabeth seemed to be more than impressed, especially at the artwork.
We're going to get Jackson to play for Elisabeth.
Wouldn't you like to hear him Elisabeth?
He shot daggers at her as Elisabeth said, "I would love to."
Elisabeth didn't say a word.
Sarah and Connor sat down, but Elisabeth stood at the piano.
Elisabeth immediately deduced what was going on.
Elisabeth threw her head back laughing.
Elisabeth leaned her elbows on the piano.
It was midnight when Elisabeth checked the clock.
As they walked to her car, Elisabeth said, "I hate to see this night end."
As he closed the door, Elisabeth asked, "Are you going to let me drive all those?"
He thought of Elisabeth constantly, having to resist the urge to call her or just show up.
On Wednesday, he was in his music room playing, when Elisabeth called.
Elisabeth opened the door before Jackson had a chance to ring the bell.
Elisabeth smiled as she placed her hand on his shoulder.
Elisabeth was in a whirlwind for the first hour or so.
Elisabeth's discomfort was evident.
Jackson stood close enough to hear the conversation, and as soon as the moron committed to buy a watercolor; he approached Elisabeth, put his arms around her and said, Darling, the caterer needs to see you for a minute.
Elisabeth, can you tell us about this oil?
Sarah told Jackson she didn't see how she would be able to get Elisabeth's attention long enough to influence her.
Jackson was speaking with some rich blowhard when he noticed Elisabeth make her way to Connor and Sarah.
He flipped her off and followed Elisabeth.
When the last box was filled with plates, he contemplated whether to wake Elisabeth or not.
Elisabeth leaned in the doorway, arms crossed.
Elisabeth gently grazed his earlobe just as she had that first night.
Apparently I cannot bite Elisabeth.
We had such a fun time at Elisabeth's and when we got home we had a nightcap and went up to bed and, well, you know...When we were done, we talked for a while and then he asked me.
Well, it's just with Elisabeth.
He was really more concerned about explaining things to Elisabeth than anything else.
Approaching Elisabeth's house, Jackson felt rattled with uncertainty.
When Elisabeth opened the door and he laid eyes on her, all conflicted thoughts were replaced with raw emotion.
Elisabeth felt a safe harbor in his arms, and Jackson wanted to give her every part of himself.
They were quiet for a long time until Elisabeth propped up on her elbow, tracing his jaw line with her finger.
Elisabeth sat up, "The caterer."
She did turn to him and the face was Elisabeth's.
He heard the door close, then Elisabeth in the kitchen, making breakfast.
Elisabeth read his face and smiled.
Jackson stopped by the art supply store on the way home to purchase supplies for Elisabeth.
When he arrived home, Jackson was concentrating on all he needed to do and contemplating how he would break the news to Elisabeth.
I plan to tell Elisabeth that I am a vampire.
Jackson met Elisabeth midway down the walk.
Elisabeth brought a present for you Sarah.
Thank you so much Elisabeth, I love it!
Jackson drew Elisabeth close, burying his nose in her hair.
If he only had some assurance Elisabeth would accept his vampirism.
The other three were sitting with their drinks and his sat on the table in front of Elisabeth.
"That sounds fun," said Elisabeth.
He wasn't sure he would be able to hide his unease alone with Elisabeth.
Elisabeth won the game and when they finished Sarah and Connor said goodnight.
He took her hand, and as they climbed the stairs, Elisabeth asked, "Are you all right?"
He was determined not to waste a single minute of his time with Elisabeth.
When they returned, Elisabeth said, It's such a beautiful day.
As ducks waddled toward them, Elisabeth chuckled.
Walking through the woods near the house, Elisabeth pulled Jackson's arm.
Elisabeth pulled back see his eyes; they were tortured.
Jesus, Elisabeth, I don't understand.
Elisabeth was falling apart, and he tried desperately to wrap his head around what had happened.
Jackson would have no difficulty restraining Elisabeth.
She worried that Elisabeth might get hurt.
He stood, scrutinizing Elisabeth's painting, wondering how any of this could be real.
The sound of a car door, and then an engine starting jarred him into realizing Elisabeth must have stayed in the woods all this time.
I'm going to see Elisabeth.
How'd it go with Elisabeth?
He still had on the same clothes he wore with Elisabeth.
Well, I thought maybe I would wait until the next full moon, then find Elisabeth and let her rip out what's left of my guts.
I went to see Elisabeth today.
Jackson's anger stemmed more from the fact that he wanted to ask about Elisabeth's frame of mind, rather than from Sarah going behind his back.
Maybe Sarah was right and he should give Elisabeth a chance to explain why she let this happen.
He gazed out at the trees remembering Mount Greylock, how mesmerized Elisabeth seemed by the view and how connected he felt to her then.
Jackson drove for a while before heading to Elisabeth's.
Elisabeth spoke first, I am so sorry for all I have put you through.
Elisabeth stood, hugging herself.
Elisabeth turned her attention straight ahead again.
Elisabeth started to weep softly, and tears welled in Jackson's eyes.
Elisabeth broke the embrace and walked away without a word.
Jackson had not allowed himself to reflect on his relationship with Elisabeth prior to learning her secret, but now he let the memories rush in and in doing so, found some peace.
Elisabeth's art moved him deeply, much as his music did.
Elisabeth, I have no idea how our relationship will weather this.
I'm spending the day with Elisabeth tomorrow.
Jackson heard Elisabeth's car pull up and hurried out to meet her.
Once they reached the highway, Elisabeth opened her laptop.
They drove in silence while Elisabeth worked on her presentation.
The groups of boys stopped upon seeing Elisabeth and elbowed each other.
He pointed to Elisabeth.
Most of the students seemed genuinely interested in Elisabeth's presentation.
Elisabeth drove home, so Jackson had the opportunity to observe.
Elisabeth, I'm sorry for what I said to you in the woods.
Jackson pulled Elisabeth to him and kissed her temple.
Sarah brought Elisabeth up to speed about the Halloween gala and asked if she would like to help plan it.
Elisabeth laughed and arched a brow at him.
He lay on the sofa with his head in Elisabeth's lap.
Elisabeth grabbed the apple and took a bite.
Jackson head still rested on Elisabeth's lap.
When they reached Jackson's room, Elisabeth noticed her artwork and asked, "Where's the fall scene?"
Elisabeth searched his eyes for the reason.
Elisabeth threw her head back laughing as he buried his face in her neck.
He considered fighting the hunger, not wanting to disturb Elisabeth who slept soundly with her head on his chest.
Elisabeth appeared at the top of the stairs wearing his shirt.
Elisabeth sat up when he brought in the coffee.
Sarah sat in the drawing room sipping coffee when Jackson and Elisabeth were ready to leave.
Elisabeth gasped, "You want me to carve thirty pumpkins?"
Elisabeth perched on the arm of the sofa next to Sarah.
Elisabeth laughed, "You have to admit he has a point."
They said their goodbyes, and then Jackson and Elisabeth walked to the stable.
Claudia turned to Elisabeth.
Elisabeth pursed her lips.
Elisabeth raised both eyebrows and laughed.
Jackson wandered around the studio while waiting for Elisabeth to pack.
He didn't want to keep anything from Elisabeth, yet felt unable to explain his past.
When Elisabeth entered the studio with her bag, Jackson took her hand.
Perhaps when it came to Elisabeth, there existed a higher standard.
Elisabeth grabbed a few and put them in the car.
Elisabeth started drawing as Jackson cleaned the seeds to bake them.
As they cleaned up, Elisabeth broached the subject they had been avoiding.
Elisabeth scanned the room again.
Elisabeth pointed to the corner.
When Elisabeth finished dinner, Jackson bowed with a flourish.
He longed to share his music with Elisabeth, yet worried she might not appreciate it; think it boring.
Elisabeth stood at the piano which did nothing to allay his anxiety.
He didn't look at Elisabeth until the end of the piece.
Elisabeth held his face in her hands.
Elisabeth held the first page in her hand and printed across the top read, 'God's Promise Unfolding'.
Elisabeth lay on her back gazing up at the ceiling.
They dressed and Elisabeth handed him the folder.
To sing this, Elisabeth would have had to be classically trained, and she would need to sing the highest end of her range if she was indeed a mezzo-soprano.
Elisabeth seemed to sense his unease.
Elisabeth's voice sang full and rich.
Elisabeth would not wake up alone today.
You are amazing, Elisabeth.
Elisabeth chuckled, "I swear, there is a breeze when she enters and leaves a room."
Jackson heard Elisabeth say, "Ouch. Oh no, I cut myself."
Elisabeth noticed the intensity on his face.
Jackson held Elisabeth's finger and bellowed, "Sarah, get in here, now!"
Elisabeth said, "I'm fine," while pointing to Jackson.
He held up Elisabeth's finger, "THIS happened to me."
She crunched up her face, then used her index finger to wipe Elisabeth's thumb.
Elisabeth stared straight ahead, then picked up her cell phone and walked out of the kitchen.
The scream that came through made Elisabeth pull the phone away from her ear.
Elisabeth rolled her eyes.
Elisabeth rolled her eyes again.
He doubted Samantha would have any information that would help, but felt they had nothing to lose and was eager to meet Elisabeth's best friend.
Jackson and Elisabeth worked on the pumpkins, mostly in silence.
Elisabeth put her knife down and touched his hand.
Elisabeth picked up her knife and started carving again.
Elisabeth brought her hand to his cheek.
As they entered the house, Elisabeth surveyed the living room.
She opened the back door and in bounded a large Borzoi who rushed to Elisabeth and stood on his hind feet, resting his front legs on her shoulders, and then licked her face.
A smile spread across Elisabeth's face as Jackson crooned, "Nice dog."
Elisabeth had closed her eyes, ready for a tirade.
Elisabeth related their story starting with the night they met straight through yesterday.
Jackson thought, Does she want Elisabeth to taste my blood?
Then she turned to Elisabeth and repeated the process.
Elisabeth and Jackson still stared at the diamond.
Elisabeth told her about Sarah and how they would never hear the end of it if she knew what had happened here.
Elisabeth arched her eyebrows in a warning to Jackson.
Elisabeth shook her head.
Understanding they were for Elisabeth's protection comforted him.
Elisabeth asked Sam, "What kind of higher purpose are you talking about?"
Elisabeth, does your pack know about this hottie?
Elisabeth looked up, ready to say, 'That's a great idea.'
He smiled thinly, still staring at Elisabeth.
Elisabeth stood up, but Jackson held her arm.
Jackson stared at Elisabeth, who still avoided eye contact.
Nikolai trotted after them and backed up to the sofa between Jackson and Elisabeth.
He looked at Elisabeth who laughed and shooed them.
Elisabeth had fallen asleep with her head in Jackson's lap before they even took off.
Upon seeing Elisabeth sound asleep, she leaned close.
The one saving grace was that Elisabeth lay sound asleep, unable to witness his distress.
Elisabeth tried to make small talk, however, Jackson couldn't think straight.
Elisabeth had made her way into the house, "You all right?"
Elisabeth and Sarah joined him.
Since he still wasn't thinking clearly, Jackson let Elisabeth field this one.
Elisabeth sighed, "Samantha thinks you may be right about the whole protection thing."
Elisabeth stood behind the sofa, rubbing Jackson's shoulders and neck.
Elisabeth had covered him with a blanket and either gone upstairs or home.
He stepped behind Elisabeth's stool, placed his hands on her shoulders, and kissed the top of her head.
Sarah broke in, "Elisabeth has been telling us about your visit to New Orleans, as well."
Elisabeth and Jackson had already carved half the pumpkins, so were confident they would finish in time.
Jackson and Elisabeth resumed carving.
Hey, what would you think about turning one of the south facing bedrooms into a studio for Elisabeth.
Jackson gave Elisabeth an 'I told you so' smirk, then blew her a kiss.
Jackson could feel Elisabeth's anguish, and tried unsuccessfully to hide his own.
Elisabeth hugged his waist.
Jackson grilled steaks for dinner, and when they were through cleaning up, Elisabeth said, "I better get down there."
Elisabeth turned to him.
He didn't want to let go, but Elisabeth pulled away.
She lay down on the sofa, and they gazed into each other's eyes for a while, then Elisabeth turned away.
Elisabeth's body began to move under the duvet, as if she were stretching.
The fur was the exact color of Elisabeth's hair in his dream.
The wolf's were Elisabeth's, and he felt the familiar jolt he always had from her.
Elisabeth licked it, then stood, allowing him to pet the side of her head and ear.
Elisabeth moved close to him and lay down again with her head in his lap.
The wolf's heartbeat matched the rhythm of Elisabeth's.
Elisabeth jumped up and put her head in his lap again.
It's Elisabeth, everything about her except she's a wolf.
Elisabeth stirred then lifted her head, watching him.
He must have nodded off again, because when he opened his eyes, Elisabeth's human form lay sleeping with her head in his lap.
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