Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in this story. Everything belongs to Stephanie Meyer
Stop me if you've heard this one: A vampire and a werewolf are fucking like rabbits in a mansion in Italy.
Haven't heard it before? That's because it's never happened before.
I know what you're thinking: Vampires and werewolves (Shapeshifters, if you want to get technical) are repulsed by each other and try to kill one another every chance they get, so it would be impossible for a wolf a and vampire to be together.
You're right about the first two things, at least. To a vampire, wolves smell like wet dog and to a wolf, vampires smell so sweet it burns, like an overload of cinnamon and mint. Oh, and they can't stand each other.
You're dead wrong about the last one, though. I'm living proof that they can be together.
Who am I? My name's Leah Clearwater, and right now I'm in a mansion in Italy, cuddling with my vampire soul mate after having, without a doubt, one of the best fucks I've had in my life.
I swear to god—if there even IS a God—that I am the most fucked up person on the planet. I wasn't good enough for stupid Sam Uley and his pack of hormone-crazed retards, I'm the first and only female shapeshifter in existence, and I imprinted on freaking vampire royalty.
I don't know why it happened, but it did and I'm glad. I'm glad because now that I have Marcus, I'm not alone anymore.
Yeah, you heard me right; my imprint is Marcus of the Volturi.
A/N: I can't decide whether or not to leave this as a one-shot or keep going with it . . .