The Vampire Queen
Elena is a vampire girl from the Academy of the Arts of the Dead, which she dreaded arriving at. She had a hunting moment. A moment of despair; she had to feed her bloodlust. So she hunted the animals that ran amok in New York City's forests. The scent of elk overpowered her instincts. Blood sounded like it was pulsing in her ears, and no matter how far the elk was, listening to the heart pulsing blood through its veins made her go blood-crazy. She charged into the motion to sink her teeth into the elk's neck. The blood was hot like fire, but tasted scrumptious. When she was done with her feast, she dashed to the academy and bumped into a wolf: gray and with emerald eyes. What surprised her was seeing a wolf all alone in the area of the vampires, not the fact that it watched her every move. She tried walking past it towards the castle on the Academy grounds, but the wolf howled. Fear rushed through her mind. A part of her wanted to run and hide--yet she couldn't move whatsoever. It blinked at her, observing every inch of her being.
"What the hell?" she said, not noticing the wolf before her was her truest enemy. Yes, vampires and shifters hated each other since the beginning of time, which was the time of the Egyptians. Poor her soul was about to scream for help, even though she had never been scared of anything, not even of an Omega like this wolf before her eyes.
When she ran into the academy through the bar doors, the howling grew louder. But it didn't stop her from rushing inside and going to her dorm. There was a party in the next-door neighbor's dorm. She knocked harshly at the door and yelled, "Enough partying; some of us have to sleep!"
A shirtless vampire, five more inches taller than her, came out. "I won't end the party, but you can come for a little bit, virgin." Oh, he crossed boundaries just now. She raised her hand fast, swung it across his annoying, crooked-smile face, and slapped hard. It didn't hurt her, but it hurt him. She was powerful against any vampire she could manage. As she rolled her eyes, she entered the vampire's, an immature teenage boy's, dorm. When you can't beat them? Join them until they tire out. He made a slow motion to his cheek, not even rosy red from the smack to the face. Vampires don't hurt as much as a wolf's bite does: the shifters. Maybe that's what I saw outside, she thought to herself as she bit her bottom lip nervously. Something she usually thought went away when she grew up her fangs. Her mother was the vampire, and her dad was an unknown species he'd not rather speak of.
Her uniform was dirty; she needed to wash it tonight before school the next morning. Ugh. She sighed, thinking of the jerk who invited her inside his own dorm. What was his plan? She thought, rolling her eyes again.
Can she survive another day with these annoying vampires partying every Sunday? And who was that shifter watching her? The more time that passed, the more she realized time flew.