7
They sure were getting along well, even though Anna claimed she disliked Belle. They were like two pals. Elsa stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jeans, scowling angrily as she watched the pair. She was frustrated beyond belief. She knew, she understood fully why her younger sister was shunning her. Elsa had been a jerk and made a mistake but this was ridiculous!
Elsa's father didn't even know what was going on either. He gave her a reassuring pat on the back and a pitying look. Elsa only scowled more when she saw it, and kept her eyes trained on the back of Anna's head. Her polka-dot dress clung to her cute, girlish curves. It was so damn adorable on her. Her long locks of auburn hair hung in her usual braids. She looked beautiful but every single time Anna met her eyes it was like a punch in the face. The pure anger in them. Elsa had never seen her eyes full of such rage. At least not with that rage directed at Elsa.
The vampibus only sighed as her younger sister gave her a withering look, took Belle's arm and walked faster. Her dad blinked and started to move faster as well. When Elsa scoffed and kept walking at her own pace, he hesitated and then took off. "You have my number! She's younger so..."
So much for family fun weekend.
She made sure not to lose them, sighing softly as she walked. The memories of the morning and the previous night echoed in her head. Anna didn't want Belle touching her? The night before had hardly been discouraging of that...Anna had literally let Belle feel up her crotch and touch her breasts! Then they'd slept together, all three of them. So why was she acting so awful about it...Elsa supposed she understood. Harmless, playful groping was different than letting Belle give her a blowjob. Elsa rubbed her temples, then the still stinging side of her face. The pain had faded along the way to the park, and it was a dull pang now. But it still stung. Almost as much as that damn slap had. Not even the force of it but the look that had been on her sister's face.
Her expression had been smug and confident, but Elsa had seen the pain in those eyes. She never wanted to hurt her sister. Then her words afterwards- She had accused Anna of doing that stuff with Eugene, even though Elsa knew it wasn't true. She barely noticed when she slammed into a woman, "Shit," she exclaimed, "Sorr-" the iciest blue eyes she had ever seen drilled into hers.
The ice in the girl's eyes was only made more prominent by the shockingly bright ginger mop of her hair, partially hidden by a hood. Other than that, she wore next to no color. Dressed in a hoodie, heavy black leather combat boots, and a dark gray pair of cargo pants there was no mistake that this girl was someone to be intimidated by. Her smile was that of a wolves, and when she laughed it was almost scary. Elsa swallowed nervously. There was something off about her...
"It's no problem, friend," the girl offered a handshake. A thick, Scottish accent rang in her voice and Elsa took her in one more time before grinning, and taking the girls hand. When she paid more attention she could see the girl was around the same age as her. Her grip was incredibly strong and firm, and even through the heavy material of her hoodie, Elsa could see the muscles in her arms. The girl was fit, and Scottish too. Elsa couldn't help but like her. She loved redheads. "You have a nice, strong grip," the girl beamed. "The name's Merida, nice to meet ya."
"Likewise," Elsa's hand was almost sore as she drew it away.
She was about to say something more when she heard Belle. "Elsa? What are you doing? You're going to lose us." The French girl was smiling as she and Anna made their way back to her. Back to where exactly? She looked around. They had just made it through the entrance. They were still at the arcade and games area. She realized she had bumped into the Scottish girl in the middle of some rifle and water game. Even more reason to be sorry. Anna wouldn't look at her still.
"Hi, sorry we have to take out friend." Belle said softly. Merida tossed an arm around Elsa's shoulder. Her strength was even more evident now as she pulled Elsa tight against her. It was surprising, but not entirely unpleasant.
"Aye, really? I was gonna invite her to a game with me and a few friends," Merida smiled pleasantly. Anna had stopped looking away and she seemed to notice what Elsa did at the same time. The undeniable, burning tension that hung in the air between Belle and Merida. It was like watching two dogs growl at each other, just waiting for one to leap. Elsa smiled and nodded at her new friend's words though.
"That sounds like a blast. You guys go have fun," Elsa pat at the phone in her jeans pocket, "I'll call you when we're done. I still have your number, Belle."
"Belle, is it? That's a pretty name," Merida purred, and her eyes glinted hungrily. "A pretty name, fit for such a pretty pup," Merida grabbed the brunette's hand. Belle flinched and seemed to try and pull her hand away, but Elsa could see that Merida just gripped tighter. She watched as a soft kiss was placed on the top of Belle's hand.
"Don't touch me," Belle snapped, "I don't know you. Come on Anna...We're leaving."
"Sure," Anna muttered casually. For just a second she met her older sibling's eyes. And for just a second there wasn't anger. There was worry and need. And Elsa was ready to ditch Merida already and go to her, and god she looked so kissable right now. When she gave her a hesitant smile, Anna clearly struggled to put her angry mask back on. As she marched away to where Elsa could see their dad was waiting, Elsa sighed heavily.
"Women problems?" Merida chuckled. She crossed her arms.
"Sister problems, actually," Elsa sighed.
"Fuck sisters, you don't know what it's like having three rambunctious little brothers who like to harass your girlfriends. Come to me when that happens and then you can complain. Hey, want to meet a friend I came here with?" Merida asked softly, her ice eyes meeting Elsa's again. The vampibus blinked and rubbed the back of her head. She shrugged her shoulders.
"I uh, I guess."
"Follow me. You'll love her. That girl Belle, by the way…how'd you meet her?"
If Mulan was less serious she'd seem a lot like Merida. Tall and built in a way that could only be described as chiseled. Her grip on Elsa's hand was much tighter, and her eyes dug deeper than Merida's ice chip eyes. They were chocolate colored. Yet they were not warm like chocolate in any way. Elsa glanced about them, more games? Merida had found another shooting game. "Wanna play?"
"You and your games, Merida." Mulan said coolly. "We don't have time for this. Meg will be infuriated we made her wait so long."
Merida smirked back at the woman. "It's just a little bit of fun. Your girlfriend can wait a bit."
Something about their tones and the way their eyes met made it clear that when Mulan said "games" she did not mean the counter that sat in front of them. She meant Elsa. Alarm fluttered in Elsa's body. She wanted to run suddenly. She sniffed the air. They didn't smell all that odd. They just smelled kind of like...she couldn't think of the smell. They smelled a bit weird but it wasn't too strong… Elsa backed away.
"I uh, I think maybe I should get back to my sister. And Belle," She said nervously.
"Belle's a sweet girl, you said you had her number," Merida said coolly, her tongue sliding across her lips rather lecherously. "Care to hook a girl up?
"I uh, I don't give out my friends numbers without their permission."
Merida shrugged, seeming to not care. But Elsa could see by the crease between her ginger eyebrows that she was annoyed. "She smells good," Merida said casually, and stepped away from the gun games. She glanced at Mulan, "she smelled really, really good. I can tell she has no lover, it was practically radiating off of her. Her loneliness and need."
Elsa blinked and backed away a bit. She could…smell her? That was a rather odd thing to say. "I really have to go..." She murmured, growing more nervous and antsy by the second.
"Are you her girlfriend, Elsa? You haven't fucked her have you," The redhead demanded, stepping closer.
"Merida!" Mulan grabbed the ginger by the shoulder. "For god's sake control your lewdness. You're embarrassing our new friend." Elsa almost laughed at how quickly Merida shut up. Mulan was clearly the authority here. Merida stepped back, relaxing visibly. She apologized.
Nodding, Mulan leaned against a nearby wall. She seemed less tense since the weird situation had passed. Elsa realized she was dressed in rather dark clothing as well. Leather pants. A plain gray tee shirt that had no sleeves, showing off her tan and toned arms. Her jet black hair hung behind her head in a tight ponytail. Her almond colored eyes were much more welcoming now. "No need to leave so soon, friend," She smiled at Elsa.
"I really have to go though…" Elsa cleared her throat awkwardly. Mulan acted as if she hadn't said a thing.
"Where are you from?"
"Me? Oh, uh, I'm from Arendelle."
Something changed in the air. Elsa saw Merida and Mulan give each other a glance. Then they both stiffened and straightened, stepped closer to where Elsa was. Merida nodded pleasantly. "That's pretty far away…" There was danger in that gaze. Something was definitely going on.
"Yeah, it's a family vacation," She pulled away, "a vacation that I need to get back to..." She turned her eyes nervously away.
Merida tssked as she walked away, and much to her dismay, she could feel their gazes as she moved. "Vampires are always such cowards," A Scottish voice taunted. Unnerved, Elsa kept walking though she walked much faster now. Ice cold sweat was dripping down her back. Elsa reached into her pocket to grab her phone. She dialed Belle's number.
Belle greeted her far too enthusiastically when she regrouped with them. Anna scoffed as Elsa reluctantly hugged the other girl back. Elsa met her sister's eyes as she did so, making it clear there was nothing behind this hug, that she didn't want it. Anna only scoffed more. The odd encounter with the two girls made Elsa want to stick with her sister, father, and friend a lot more than before. And the worry that plagued her made her think about Anna, and what Anna had said to her.
What she wants? It wasn't sex. It was probably something more complex. It wasn't a baby, was it? She shook her head at the idea. That was just ridiculous.
"Elsa look! Bumper cars," Anna grinned. "Come with me. You too dad, and Belle. Like old times."
Elsa laughed as she joined her, dashing towards a familiar squat building badly painted and obviously old. She was happy to see it again. More than that, Elsa was glad Anna had momentarily given up on ignoring her. "I call the baby blue one!" She raced inside the little building. There was a medium-length line for the cars, and the four of them all waited quietly.
"That girl was pretty huh," Her father declared suddenly as they moved up in the line. Elsa blinked and raised a brow. Then she realized he was talking about Merida.
"Uh...yeah, I guess?" Elsa shrugged her shoulders. She thought the word handsome fit her more.
"You sure got skills with the ladies," Her dad grinned, "You get it from me."
"That's not Elsa's type," Anna scowled. "Elsa likes submissive girls, dad. That woman was clearly butch."
Her dad blinked at the terminology. Elsa wanted to hide. She was beyond embarrassed.
Belle who she assumed would be laughing, had an odd and calm expression on her face. Then, she spoke. "I need to go to the bathroom, I'll meet you guys back here afterwards." Anna and her dad gave her a dismissing nod, and Elsa waved slightly as the brown-haired girl slipped away. Worry pinched at Elsa's chest. She forced it away and turned back to the conversation.
"Butch? She had such long hair though!" Her dad declared.
Anna face-palmed. "The length of her hair doesn't matter. You could tell by the way she acted."
"Dad wasn't there to see how she acted, Anna," Elsa reminded her softly. She flinched when Anna shot her a piercing look. "Either way though dad, Anna's right. Not my type..." she blushed lightly, wondering why they were even talking about this. "I want a more gentle girl who'd treat me like I was their world...and who I could treat like that as well. I dunno, either way, I like more submissive girls...why the heck are we talking about this?" Thankfully the conversation was ended as they got into the front of the lines.
Elsa blinked when she entered the dark room. The cars glided around, glowing just as she remembered. Each car had lights, and each had a different color. And she saw the one from her childhood. A pretty and bright blue. And Anna loved this one too. "Come with me," She said gently, and before Anna could protest, she brought the girl with her to the blue car. "For old times." The girl said nothing. But her hand gripped Elsa's slowly, and squeezed gently.
"...O-okay," Anna whispered. It was a tight squeeze, but it could fit the two of them. The momentarily switched on lights switched off. The cars began to glow, and in the dark, she felt Anna push close. Elsa couldn't help herself. In the grim darkness, before the bumper car lights could go on and before the lights on the ceiling could cast their colors around, she kissed her sister hard. She slid her arm around her waist. "Elsa, wait-" she shushed her younger sibling with another chaste, hard kiss.
"I don't know what you want. But I'm sorry. For what I said and how I acted..." The lights flickered on above them, and Anna suddenly pressed the gas on the little machine. In the disco-like light from above, Elsa could see the deep red of her face even more.
"A relationship. And your loyalty. That's all I want from you, Elsa." The older sibling laughed breathily at her words, drew her arm tighter around the girl, and pulled them together. She laughed wickedly.
"It's yours, whatever you want," she whispered in her ear, before louder, "let's go get dad." In the distance, his bright green car zoomed close. She let out a heavy breath. It was just like old times. And despite herself there was an ache in her chest. When she glimpsed her father's face she could see in his eyes that he felt it too. Everything about this was good but...but it'd be even better if there mother had ditched her boyfriend for a weekend and just spent some time with them, all of them.
"Where's Belle," Elsa asked. They had gone on the cars three more times before they realized Belle wasn't coming back. The worry from earlier had returned when she had glanced at her phone and saw a text. Got distracted, I'll be back later. She couldn't shake the fear that was slowly filling her. Merida and Mulan; they had both been so odd and Merida's hungry, eager interest in Belle was even more odd.
But, Anna was pleased with that excuse and dragged her along to all their favorite rides. Her father was beaming the whole way, clearly pleased. But now, it was so late. The time was nearing six o' clock. They were leaving at seven. They had gone on all the dumb kiddy rides, and tomorrow they were going on the coasters they had never been able to handle as kids. And the fucking teacups. The thought of round two with those things made her stomach clench. As a kid she had gotten terribly sick on them. But she couldn't pretend she wasn't worried anymore!
"I'm gonna go look for her."
"We'll head back to the car, meet us there," Her dad smiled, "give us a call if you have any problems."
"Yeah." Anna embraced her tightly before she left with their dad. Once they were completely gone from her sight, Elsa began her search. She began at the bathrooms.
She wouldn't have found Belle if she hadn't been a vampire and incubus. But she could smell it clearly. The thick, potent scent of Belle's arousal. And possibly, her blood. Her stomach felt a piercing pain at the reminder of how empty it was. Anna had let her take her throat in her mouth on the Ferris wheel but it wasn't nearly enough. She wanted more.
Elsa inhaled deeply, peering around. When she glanced in the bathroom mirror, she saw her pupils were tiny. She desperately hoped no one would notice as she walked through the darkening skies of the park. She shook her head. What the hell was wrong with her? With her dad? They had just ditched Belle, and relied on a text. She wouldn't forgive herself if something happened to her new friend. What would Elsa tell Belle's father? Just then, Elsa caught a particularly strong scent of the French girl. She began to run.
She didn't know how far she ran. Panting, she stopped at the door of a shop. The scent ended there. She entered it slowly, gazing around. Fear made her heart pound, and the tiny hairs on the back of her neck were standing straight up.
"How can I help you?" A girl greeted her, her head slightly cocked, her eyes shut and a smile on her face. Her jet black hair was combed back neatly, kept in a short and fashionable hairdo that barely reached her shoulders. The name-tag on her shirt read "Snow White." Elsa swallowed deeply.
"Have you seen a brunette? French?" Elsa asked hesitantly.
"Hmm, maybe, but I don't think so. You'll have to try somewhere else." 'Snow' purred gently, and then turned her attention away. Elsa could smell Belle in the air. Smell her arousal. It was thick and heady and it made the organ between her thighs pulsate just a little. Not as strongly as she was sure Anna would make her, but it was definitely there...she hesitated.
"Snow... that's your name right?" Elsa asked.
"Possibly," the black-haired girl said, and her apple red lips spread into an even wider smile. Elsa was decidedly creeped out. Why wasn't Snow opening her eyes? They had been closed since she walked in but they were still trained on her. "What can I do for you, friend? I already told you that Belle isn't here." Friend...that words thrown around a lot isn't it? Wait a second!? Belle… Elsa hadn't said Belle's name once.
Unconsciously, she had begun to hiss lightly. Her fangs unsheathed. "Listen I don't have time for this. I know Merida, Mulan, and Belle are here. And you know where they are. Tell me where they are, now, before you piss me off." She didn't know what she would do, but Elsa was a vampire- she'd figure something out.
"Your kind has no respect does it?" Snow grinned.
Everything happened so fast. Elsa blinked. And moved. There was something bright in the air. Instinct moved her and she gasped as she nearly fell, backing into a table full of merchandise. A blade hung in the wall behind where Elsa had just been standing. The vampire fledgling took one look, before she raised her hands.
Snow had just tried to kill her!
"I don't want to fight-" Snow's eyes slid open, and Elsa was surprised at how shockingly gold they were. Like a wolves... Realization hit her hard. The smell...that odd smell, it had been a canine scent. The smell of dogs and now...she realized, wolves. Snow wasn't human. And Merida and Mulan probably weren't either. Elsa lunged for the door that sat behind where Snow was.
She realized the girl was so much faster. And stronger.
Elsa practically flew across the floor as she was nonchalantly shoved. What the actual fuck!? Snow brushed her hands on her pants, as if she had just flicked away a fly. Elsa crashed into something hard. All kinds of merchandise fell over her. "Just a baby, are you? Poor thing..." Her tone was soothing, gentle as she spoke. But Elsa knew she wasn't going to be gentle. Especially when she walked over to the doors of the store. She flipped the "open" sign on the door around, and then it slid smoothly shut.
"Oh, shit," Elsa whispered. Snow reached into the folds of her uniform, and slid a long slender blade free. "Oh holy shit!" Elsa shouted, as Snow moved towards her.
I just want to go back to being with only Anna. Dammit Belle. Dammit Belle. Damn all of this.
Before Snow could reach her the door behind the counter where she had previously been, some kind of basement door, burst open. Belle bound out, or at least something that smelled like her. It was a small and dusky dog, a pretty brown color. Elsa caught it in her arms, and Snow stopped, frozen in place. Confused, apparently.
"Don't just stand there, get the bitch Snow! The dog, get the dog~!" Merida shouted and appeared in the doorway. Elsa blinked. As a blade flew past her head, she raced towards the store entrance. Belle sat in her arms, panting heavily.
"Jesus Christ," she did her best to open the doors, but they were tightly shut, and she couldn't open them.
"Friend, why don't you just give us the girl?" Merida said slowly, and Elsa turned around to meet her eyes.
"You kidnap my friend and then try to call me your friend, I'll pass. And you smell horrible-" Before she could finish her statement, Merida leapt at her. In midair, something happened. Her clothes fell off of her, and a in a mere second, a massive ginger beast was snarling at her. Elsa didn't know what to do. Snow too, was looking utterly lost.
"Oh, come on," Elsa breathed. Just then, the door to the shop was opened. Mulan walked in, humming lightly. When she caught sight of what was happening she sighed.
"Oh for fuck's sake, Merida let the girl go. And Elsa if you tell a soul what you saw here…"
"Mulan..." Snow blinked, and her ethereal golden eyes shifted back to a pretty blue shade. Elsa much preferred them that way. "Do you not know what this girl is?" Mulan blinked slowly. She looked confused. She sniffed lightly, then rubbed the back of her head.
"What are you talking about, isn't she just a human?" Then she sniffed again. Elsa tensed, and so did Mulan. Her brown eyes shifted golden for just a second. "Wait...That's-"
"HOWDY FUCKING DOODY~" There was an explosion of glass, and Elsa had just a second to realize- and smell- Hans?! What the hell was Hans doing here!? He had burst through one of the shop windows and landed on the floor with a crash. He was grinning ear to ear, his freckled face mischievous. "Greetings mutts," He bowed low. Mulan blinked with a sudden realization, and her eyes became that vivid wolf golden. Hans glanced at Elsa. "Come on, slut! If you wanna see tomorrow you'll jump through that fucking window."
"Vampire! That's the vampire Megara told us about," Mulan snarled, "why didn't I fucking smell it?!" Elsa sensed the danger, and grasping Belle in her arms she began to move, quickly. "Get back here," she leapt at Elsa. Hans intercepted her and the pair grappled. Elsa was confident Hans knew what he was doing. Elsa didn't waste another second as she dove out the window. Belle stayed in her arms, and she moved as fast as she could. Perhaps too fast. She didn't care. She just ran. Faster, faster. She could smell the wolves in the air. Hurry, hurry. Elsa ripped her phone out, and dialed her sister's number. It answered immediately.
"Elsa, where the fuck are you?! Dad's flipping, did you find Be-"
"Anna shut up for a moment. There's some horrible shit happening right now. Tell dad to get the car ready. Tell him Belle's sick and we can't come back here tomorrow," she said hurriedly. In her arms, Belle whined needily. Elsa pet the dog's head.
"Howdy," Hans declared from her side, and when she looked over he was grinning and running besides her. He looked positively overjoyed for whatever reason. "And tell him...we have someone joining us."
"Elsa-" Anna began to talk. Elsa hung up.
"You have a lot to fucking explain Hans," Elsa panted as she raced through the park. "What the fuck was that!? And why the hell are you here?!"
"It's a bit complicated. I'll explain it to you when we're not running from an angry pack of wolves whose territory I have invaded for most likely the last time." Elsa struggled to make sense of what she was hearing. "But I'll explain it. Don't worry."
How the hell could Elsa not worry?
"What happened..." Her father asked gently, "Belle your clothing... did-"
At his words the brunette sighed, "No sir, I was not uh...y'know. It's complicated. I just want to get back to Arendelle, if you don't mind. I'm sorry that I ruined your weekend." She stared out the window, looking distant. Elsa passed the girl her sweatshirt. She had the water park towels covering the rest of her. It was hard to explain to her dad why she was walking into the car with a naked Belle and a random boy from school who they knew. Her father had been shocked at first but when he heard the urgency in Elsa's tone, and the pain in Belle's they just drove. The car ride was painfully silent. And long. It was hours before they reached Arendelle and they stopped only for gas. They dropped Belle off first.
"Thanks for the fun night..." Belle murmured, looking apologetic. She met eyes with Elsa. "Thanks for helping me." Without another word, she took off, obviously beyond embarrassed and feeling guilty. Anna was silent as they drove. "You can drop me off at-"
"Hans, wait, aren't you going to expl-"
"I'll talk to you Monday in school." Elsa had no choice but to let him give the directions to his house, and drop him off. It was a nice home. One of the oldest houses in town, probably. She didn't have time to ask all the burning questions she had. How he got there, when he got there, who those werewolves were, why they wanted Belle? She would get the answers apparently, but not tonight. Elsa was exhausted. She rubbed at her eyes and only gave him a little wave as he left, a grin splitting his face. Her dad waited for the boy to disappear into his house before they drove again.
"This fucking sucks, Elsa," Anna declared as they headed home. Her dad grunted his agreement.
"I know Anna. I know." She looked forward to her bed, and Anna tucked neatly into her.
Elsa was still exhausted when school started up again on Monday. She trailed into her classroom. Her stomach was full from her meal, drinking Anna, earlier. And there was a dull, pleasant tingling in her crotch from where Anna had gripped it, taking her into her mouth until she spilled. Her mouth watered at the memory. In a way things were back to normal. At least they were on Sunday. In the classroom, Hans was there waiting for her with his legs crossed.
"Now, before you start bitching let me explain myself," He began.
Elsa rested her face on the desk in front of her. "I don't care, honestly...I just never want to see those girls again."
"Sadly you're going to be verrrrry disappointed."
She blinked when she heard a deathly silence from Hans, and a hum of excitement from the rest of her classroom. Curious, she glanced up. "Oh holy shit," she whispered. In the front of the class a group of girls and a few boys stood. Merida's trademark smirk was on her face. She had her eyes trained on Elsa.
"Class, as you know," Her professor began, "Corona has had their school shut down due to the explosion that happened yesterday. It's a very temporary fix, but we have room, so we'll be fitting some of their students in our school." An explosion? What? When? Hans was gaping, slack jawed.
"Speak of the devil's huh," he said softly, shifting nervously. "Do you think they see me?"
"Of course they fucking see you," Elsa said harshly, glaring at the boy. She glanced back at the group of girls and boys. A few of her classmates were cooing softly at them, most of the boys ogling the ones they probably thought were hot. The group of students were rather attractive…and they all smelled like dog. Elsa couldn't begin to describe how uncomfortable she was.
"Class, class, leave them alone and give them space," her teacher called out angrily. As he was speaking a woman walked into the classroom, standing next to their principle. Elsa got an intense, scary vibe from her. She didn't know why, but she knew she should be scared right now. The woman was incredibly tall, and the shape of her face was so sharp it could kill. Her eyes were a bright, glittering golden. It wasn't human to have skin that white. Their red-faced, fat male principle looked far nicer now. The class went silent at the sight of her. The woman put an arm around one of the new girl student's gently, an exceptionally pretty blonde girl.
"Hans…who is that…" Elsa shuddered, wanting to cower under her desk.
"Alpha, Beta, y'know the whole deal with packs right?"
"I guess..."
"Well...That woman is the Alpha of that pack. Looks like she finally found me..." Elsa felt a pinch of guilt. She had found him because of Elsa. She never should have agreed to that stupid trip.
"My name is Marjorie Maleficent. I'm the principle of Corona. I hope you'll take good care of my kids," her voice definitely didn't sound human. In fact none of the tall, smiling teens in the front of the room looked remotely human and they all held that lingering scent of wolves. Elsa wished she could go back to the days where her biggest problem in her life was whether or not she wanted to have sex with her sister.