Now, Elena is a feminist, she's independent, and she believes women don't need a man to be successful and stagnant, but she is boy crazy, she's not male-centred, but she's boy crazy. She loves to admire men's beauty, especially a man with integrity, a man who is honest and respectful. A gentleman.
She's been this way since she was little; she's had a lot of crushes and boyfriends. She had her first kiss at the age of ten; she even made out with an older college frat boy at the party she went to tonight before coming back home.
That's all she has done with boys, kissed them; nothing more. Even though there have been rumors about her losing her virginity at the age of ten and she's had sex with a lot of guys because of how she acts. Wild, free and flirty.
But the truth is, she's still a virgin. She's saving herself for the right guy. She has heard the rumours of her being a total slut, but she doesn't dispel does rumor; she plays with them, people think she's slept with thirty men, both her age and older.
But realistically, she's never opened her legs for a man. She's only tasted their lips; some are bad kissers, some made her want to be an even better kisser.
And the guy standing in front of her looks like a better kisser than her.
He has nice, full lips chiseled jaw that can cut these vampire bitches immediately. He's muscular, Elena can't stop staring at his biceps, he's her age for sure, but his muscular build makes him a bit older.
He's tall, standing at six feet, his hair is the same color as the moon and is done in a nice buzz cut. Another unique feature of him is that he has pointy ears and it looks like he has golden eyes that glow, which makes Elena think that he's not necessarily human. He's not a vampire, that's for sure.
He's wearing a dark, tight shirt, black cargo pants with several weapons by the side, black high-top boots and gloves on his hands.
Oh damn.
No, focus, Elena, you almost got killed by a vampire.
"Step away from the princess." He says, walking toward them.
Princess.
Elena thought the vampire was only calling her that because she looks like one, but this handsome guy with the deep brown skin is calling her a princess. And she doesn't think he's complimenting her.
That can't be possible.
"Look, guys, the werewolf is alone; he's not with his pack." The female vampire, who is the only female, says, and Elena understands that she's a vampire and is evil, but at least can't she be a girl's girl?
But then Elena goes back to what the vampire said.
A werewolf.
Of course he's a werewolf; of course, werewolves exist. It feels like she's being punked, but that bite was very real; everything about this is real. So does this mean she's a fairy?
"I don't need my pack to take you blood suckers down." He says proudly and he sounds so fucking hot. He looks like a vigilante, a vampire hunter. And he looks like he's going to win. Oh God, she really hopes he wins.
The vampires grit their teeth. "You are going to regret doing that, dog!" they hiss at the same time, and they run after him with such swiftness. The werewolf roars. His claws are out, and he also has fangs, but they look stronger and deadlier.
The hot werewolf begins to fight these vampires in the hottest way possible. Elena moves out of the way. She goes to a corner and she stays there watching it all happen.
He attacks these vampires with his claws until they become weak. By Elena's observation, his claws are lethal to these vampires.
He grabs his sword, and a vampire quickly jumps on him, the werewolf pushes the vampire off him and stabs the vampire, then kicks another vampire that was about to attack him.
Elena is impressed by this man's fighting skills. Sure, he's a supernatural being, and he's naturally strong and fast and has quick reflexes, but you can tell he trained hard to be able to fight these creatures. Because these vampires are faster, but his mind is faster.
Never in her life did she think she'd watch a werewolf/vampire brawl, but here she is. This feels like a nightmare, but she's graced by a hot werewolf; this isn't a nightmare; this is real, and the large bite on her neck is proof. She still feels pain, though.
That fucking blood sucker! Rot in hell.
With the way the werewolf has killed so many of these vampires. Elena believes that werewolves are better than vampires, and so she is now team Jacob.
And come to think of it. Jacob is hotter than Edward after all.
The hot werewolf grabs the vampire girl by her neck and lifts her with his left hand while holding the gold sword with his right. She struggles. And then she does the unthinkable, she spits on him. Elena is taken aback, like she's the one that was spat on.
The vampire smiles like that's the only thing she can do; she knows she's going to be killed. That's why she spat on him. But it doesn't seem like he cares; she's going to die at the end of the day.
"Burn in Halrot!" the vampire spits.
A smirk forms on the werewolf's face. "You're going to be there first," he says, and then he stabs the vampire with the gold sword. The vampire moans, and then she turns to ashes like the rest of the other vampires.
Elena just stands there with her jaw dropped, she cannot believe all this just happened. Her adopted parents are dead, killed by vampires; she was going to be next, and a werewolf just saved her, and also the fact that she's a princess and a fairy. No, that can't be possible.
"Wow, that was crazy." Elena says, and the werewolf turns around to her. "I think I peed my pants a little. But don't fret, it's not like I still pee on the bed or anything," she waves her hand. "I stopped doing that a loooong time ago."
The werewolf just stares at her, and Elena tells herself to shut the hell up, and she's talking too much right now. This is what happens when she's around a hot boy: she talks too much, gets nervous, and doesn't think straight.
And this guy doesn't look like all the other guys she's had a crush on, the cute teen boys she's met look like actual teen boys, skinny and all that, even the most muscular teen guys she knows are nothing compared to this guy. This guy looks like a teenager from a Netflix show.
He ambles toward her, and Elena can see him correctly, and he is so handsome; his eyes are golden, and he is hot, he looks gentle, but he's not when it comes to killing vampires. He's vicious on the battlefield.
He reaches out for her chin, and Elena's eyes are glued to his veiny, muscular hand.
"You're hurt," he says, his voice sounds like ASMR, deep, smooth and low. He looks pissed off that those vampires hurt her.
They're both quiet. While Elena stares at his pretty golden eyes, he's looking at her neck and the rest of her injured body.
Elena waves him off. "Nothing a bandage can't fix," she says, and this time he averts his eyes from the neck, and he's looking at her eyes; they're both staring at each other. There's a sudden spark happening in Elena's body, and it doesn't just feel that because she's staring at an extremely beautiful boy but it feels like fireworks, it feels like they've both met each other before, or they were destined to meet each other.
It feels like they're both about to kiss right now. Elena won't mind, she is a kissaholic after all, and maybe kissing this handsome man will cure the wounds on her body.
Something catches her eye, she looks away from his golden irises and she catches three vampires running toward him.
She gasps.
"Look out!" she pushes the werewolf out of the way, and she stretches her hand, that's when something miraculous happens. A bright light pops out of her hands; she's surrounded by a bright golden light, her eyes are no longer brown, but they're a bright golden, brighter than the werewolf's.
The sun wave blasts the vampires, and they scream in pain while being attacked by the light coming out of Elena.
The werewolf stays on the ground, squinting his eyes as he tries to see what the hell is happening right now.
Elena is destroying the vampires, and sunlight does destroy vampires. And it's a more painful death than a gold sword.
The vampires turn to ash, and as soon as they are destroyed, Elena falls to the ground.
The party princess has fainted.