The music is loud; a group of young adults dance to the tune. They're taken away by the beat, losing themselves to the melody, being kissed by every lyric and every rhythm. Some are only here to drink, some are here to dance and drink, but Elena is here to dance. Yes, she drinks a little, but dancing and partying are what she loves best.
Although she's sixteen years old and she's not allowed to be in the club at all, how she got there, well, the power of a fake ID can take people places, and that's what she uses to sneak her way into these club,s even though realistically she's not even supposed to be in here.
No one questions an adult who looks like a teenager. Everyone minds their business, everyone except for the men who find her attractive.
Almost everyone finds Elena attractive, from her pretty features to her carefree and vibrant, extroverted personality. She knows how to make someone feel special. That's why everyone keeps falling in love with her.
She is beautiful indeed. Her hair is as golden as the sun, her eyes are as blue as the ocean. Her lips are shaped like a heart, and it's like she attracts love and romance. Pointed chin, sharp jawline and fair skin.
The men can't keep their eyes off her as they watch her dance in the middle of the dancefloor. They watch as this young woman doesn't give a fuck about anyone or their opinions; she just dances and dances with her eyes closed, getting lost in the music.
Elena is well aware that she attracts a lot of guys, and because of that, she has been accused multiple times of having sex with multiple men, both those her age and older ones.
Of course, the rumours are fake; she's only been with one guy her whole life, and that was in the ninth grade, and she has only ever kissed him. But she doesn't mind playing with the rumours a bit. She doesn't deny nor does she cry over such rumours.
She even adds her own spin to the rumours made about her. That's how carefree and indifferent she is about the situation.
The men in the club, not knowing if she's sixteen or not, are glamoured by her beauty and her movements. They all want to walk up to her and dance with her, buy her a drink or kiss her.
She looks like the human version of the sun in the eyes of many. She is the sun. But only a few dare to walk up to her, and one guy does.
He confidently walks toward the girl of his dreams, and he hates to interrupt her dancing, but he has to know her. He taps her on the shoulder, she opens her eyes and spins around, and she doesn't stop dancing.
"Hi," the gothic-looking man with the eyeliner says to her.
"Hiii, you having fun?" she asks the stranger with happiness in her voice.
"Yes, yes, I am," he says in an accent; it's obvious he's not from around here. He's Russian, probably. His accent is still so strong,g so he must have moved to the UK recently.
"Cool," she's still dancing. "You're cute," she says, and he did not expect that.
"Why, thank you, you are cute as well," he says.
"Aww, thanks," she sways back and front. "Buy me a drink?" she asks.
"Ye-yes," he says, and Elena takes the cute gothic boy by the hand, and she pulls him toward the bar.
One of Elena's many flaws is that she's too extroverted to the point that she talks to strangers. When she was six years old, she almost got kidnapped by a child predator simply because she decided to talk to him. Luckily, people were out there to help her and get her out of that situation.
Despite how reckless she is, it always feels like there's something or someone, a divine being protecting her.
"What do you want?" The hot Russian asks.
"Vodka, please."
"Vodka, two," he tells the bartender. Her dad will kill her once he finds out that she's in a club and not studying at Sydney Smith's house.
Patrick Walker isn't her biological dad; he was friends with her parents before they died, and he has been taking care of her alongside his wife, who died sadly when she and Alex (Patrick's biological son) were ten years old.
Alexandra might not have been Elena's bio mom, but she felt like a mom to her, and she misses her so much.
People always thought they were a strange family. The Walkers have golden brown skin and silver colored hair, while Elena is just as odd with her bright gold hair and blue eyes. People have speculated that they're aliens or generally not of this world.
"So you're Russian, that's cool, I've always wanted to go to Russia."
The young man scoffs. "No, you don't."
"Yeah, no, I don't," she laughs, and the handsome young man joins in. It's weird to Elena because he looks like he could be her age, but it's obvious that he's in his early twenties. But then again, maybe he's actually sixteen and he got a fake ID too. If that's the case, then she likes him already.
She drinks from her vodka, but then she catches him staring at her with lustful eyes.
"What?" she asks in a cute smile.
"You're beautiful," he says in Russian.
Elena blushes. "Why, thank you," she says, and the hot Russians' eyes go wide.
"You know Russian."
"Yep."
It's a weird phenomenon; Elena knows all the European languages that have ever existed. Spanish, French, Russian, German. People think she's a dumb blonde until she starts opening her mouth to speak in a language that no one knows.
"Wow, it makes you more and more beautiful."
Elena chuckles and blushes harder. "Thank you."
"I want to kiss you, I want to kiss your lips."
"In front of all these people?" she says, feigning shyness; there's not a single shy bone in her body. "Besides, I don't know your name."
"Arman, nice to meet you." he stretches out his hand for a handshake. Elena looks at him and then smiles, takes his hand and shakes it.
"Elena."
"Nice to meet you, Elena, since you don't want us to kiss in front of strangers." he waves them off, and Elena giggles. "Let's go somewhere private."
"Okay, fine," she says, and Arman stands on his feet and then brings out his hand for her to grab it, and that's what she does, takes his hand, and the two walk out of the club and head straight for the woods.
Elena might be picky when it comes to men, but she is still boy crazy. Handsome boys make her squirm; it gets her all excited. Now she's following a handsome boy just because he's cool and has an accent.
The two are kissing each other in the moonlit woods. The music is distant, but they are still close to the club. He has her hand wrapped around his neck and his hands on her waist. He's such a good kisser.
She stops kissing him to admire his features, but then she shouts when she sees something isn't right about him.
"What?" Arman asks, confused.
"Your eyes, they were green and now they're red."
"Oh, ignore that."
Elena gasps.
"What?" Arman asks again, but this time annoyed.
"You have fangs, fangs." Elena moves backwards. "Uh, I think I should go now." She turns around in an attempt to leave, but Arman stops her by standing in front of her so quickly. She jumps at how fast he is, but of course, she knows what he is.
"Oh, but we haven't eaten yet," he says, and other people like him come out of the shadows, red eyes and fangs, they look hungry.
Elena looks at them for a second, and then she runs for her dear life.