Elizabeth repeatedly and nervously shifted where she was sitting in her corner from the sounds that came from above, occasionally glancing up as well. She didn't know why they had put her in there, not the real reason at least, and simply thought that it was the easiest place to contain the both of them, not that she'd be locked in the room with Nika, a werewolf, on a full moon. At the question, Elizabeth looked up from the floor towards Nika's figure.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure where home is.. I thought I had a home.. But then again, I don't think I've ever had a true home.." She gave a small, weak and broken laugh to herself. "I guess it's best to think of it as, home is where the heart is..." She paused. She hadn't shared this with Aleksey, but since Nika and her were already talking, there was no point in not sharing when everything felt so gloomy. "Except.. Once I did.." She paused again. "After my mother died, my father turned into a drunkard man.. My grandmother took me in to save me from any abuse that could've taken place.. She was my home.. She was a very.. Interesting woman.." She gave another broken half of a laugh, barely enough to hear. "She used to tell me many stories about werewolves and vampires.. I thought they were all just.. Stories.. But I guess I should've seen it.. It should've been as clear as day to me.. When I watched my mother be bitten by one.. But when you grow up with a father constantly telling you that dreams don't come true, and fairy tales are only that, tales, you learn to become very.. Realistic thinking.."<br/><br/>"She, too, was killed.." For all she could try to remember, Elizabeth could never remember exactly how her grandmother had died. All she knew was that the book she constantly carried around, was the only thing she had left of her dear grandmother, who had replaced the loving mother whom she had lost.