The music is on the highest volume, the fae folk are controlled by the beat, as they move and sway from side to side being taken by the rhythm, some came to the club to dance, some came to drink, some came to dance and drink and someone like Elena just came to escape from her life.
Elena isn't supposed to be in here because she's a princess and being in here is a huge risk but no one here cares that she's a princess, and no one here cares that she's a fairy princess with no powers and no wings.
Everyone here just comes over to get lost, just like her people come in here to escape from their current reality. But how did she get into the club, despite being underage and the literal princess of England? Well, nothing a fake ID and connections can't fix.
The only reason people might look at her would be because of her beauty and the way she dances; she dances in a way that proves music does, in fact, possess people.
When people do look at Elena, they forget that she's a weird phenomenon, meaning they forget that she doesn't have powers and she doesn't have wings at all. That's what music and alcohol do to people, they can make one forget not just their problems but the people around them.
Even a princess, and she's not just any princess, but she's seen as the party princess who not only doesn't have powers but survived the witch invasion when she was a baby. Witches broke into Buckingham Palace to kill Elena for reasons no one knows.
But she ended up surviving, but her parents didn't. They died on the day she was born.
Now, everyone knows witches are wicked, so there's no questioning why they do anything at all. But it is a bit odd how they wanted to kill Elena and Elena alone. Before her parents died, they put up a fight, and they got rid of the witches before they gave up the ghost.
Elena is supposed to be the Queen of England, but the throne was passed to her uncle, who's just keeping the seat warm for her until she graduates from secondary school.
Some people cannot wait for her to be Queen, and those are the people who love Elena, people who love the party princess and her mantra party girls never die, she created when she was told the story about how she survived when she was a baby.
People who love her energy and believe life shouldn't be taken too seriously.
But then some people hate the idea, the ones who don't party, the ones who are patriotic. They don't think a powerless and wingless fairy will be able to rule the country, not only does she not have the qualities that make a fairy a fairy, she's reckless, parties a lot, wild, always getting in trouble and breaking the rules.
People want her uncle King Conrad to stay as King, even after she graduates from secondary school or they'd rather want Prince Henry, her cousin, King Conrad's son to be king because he's the opposite of Elena. He's cool, calm, gentle and everyone's heartthrob.
Right now she's supposed to be at school, Hollow Prep Academy, but here she is at a club in Essex, dancing with fairies, pixies and gnomes. She's having a blast, she really is. She doesn't even care if she gets caught; she won't get caught.
The men in here watch her, they can't keep their eyes off the girl who dances so carefree, her beauty too outstanding to look away.
Even if she wasn't the princess, people would still watch her, stare at her like she was the most beautiful person to ever exist.
In this case, she is.
With her model-like frame, long wavy golden blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, and heart-shaped lips, which signify that her lips are available for anyone to kiss. And she has kissed a lot of guys, but she has never had sex. Even though there are rumours of her being a complete slut.
People say she's had sex with up to fifty guys at just thirteen, younger and older, but those rumours aren't true. She might seem like a slut to people, but she isn't one; she's still a virgin at sixteen.
She plays with those rumors though, she doesn't confirm whether it's true or not because where's the fun in that?
Yes, she attracts a lot of guys, but does she just offer her body? No, her lips yes.
The only guy who actually has the guts to walk up to her to talk to her is dressed in all black, his hair pitch black, so are his nails and he has pale skin.
One of those hot Gothic boys. She's boy crazy, so she'll definitely fall.
"Having fun?" he yells in a Russian accent.
"Yes, I am!" she yells back, and she continues dancing. "Are you?"
"I am!"
"Cool!" she shouts back, and she sways her head from left to right. "You're cute!" she says to the boy, she notices he looks her age, but it's either he's in his early twenties or he is her age or close to her age and he used a fake ID to get in here like she did.
"Thanks! You are beautiful!" he yells back and she pouts her lips.
"Aww, thank you," she says back. "I'm thirsty, get me a drink?"
"Sure," he says and then leads the way to the bar as she follows him. They both sit.
"What do you-"
"Vodka, please," she says before he asks her. And he nods his head, impressed. Elena has been drinking since she was ten years old. It was at that age that she first got a taste of alcohol. It was a whole scandal.
There was a party, and ten-year-old Elena was drunk. It made headlines, and everyone and their mothers couldn't stop talking about it.
People saw her as a bad influence, some saw it as a cute thing, and they thought she wouldn't do it again. But here she is.
She's not an alcoholic, though. That's a line she will never cross.
But she is a partyholic, she's addicted to partying, the thought, sight or sound of a party gets her all riled up.
The centaur bartender places two glasses of vodka in front of them both, and Elena immediately takes a jug of it.
"Mhmm." she moans shaking her head vigoroulsy. The handsome Gothic guy stares at her with a smile on his face. "So what's your name?"
"Uh, Igor."
"Igor, the accent and the name, you're from Russia."
"Yes."
"Hmm, cool, that place is extremely cold."
"It is the land of the snow fairies," he says.
"True, true."
And most of you have cold hearts
She thinks while smiling at Igor, but she doesn't say a single thing again.
"Can I kiss you?" Igor asks her in Russian. Elena looks at him and blushes.
"Yes, yes, you can."
"You understand Russian?" Elena gives him a look. "Why yes, I understand all the European languages you don't-you don't know who I am?"
Igor furrows his brow. "Am I supposed to?"
He doesn't know who she is because, of course, most party people only care about one thing: partying, politics be damned. She smiles at Igor. A mischievous smile on her face.
"If we're going to kiss we have to do it somewhere private."
"I know just the place."
So they leave the club, and they've found themselves in the woods making out. Elena is pinned up to a tree, and she kisses Igor, who she thinks is an amazing kisser. And he's gentle too.
His hands are on her hips, her hands are on his face, and they're lost in each other's embrace.
Partying, dancing, drinking, kissing hot boys. Now, this is the highlight of her night.
She stops kissing him to smile at him, but her smile fades when she sees the truth.
His handsome, pale face has turned all bat-like. He has red eyes and razor-sharp teeth.
Elena screams, and she falls to the ground, then gets up immediately and backs away.
"Don't be scared, princess, we just want your blood."
We?
The other vampires emerge from the trees, and they all have the same hungry faces that Igor has.
"You want just to stand there, or will you run?" Igor asks.
"Ah, bloody hell," Elena whines, and then she runs for her life.