Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha

Elizabeth's striking beauty was on full display in front of the group of bandits, stirring their lust and desire. Their eyes roamed over her flawless features and perfectly sculpted face.

"What do we have here? A lady who wants to pay for her body?" the bandit leader chuckled as he approached her with lecherous intent..

He was bald, with a few stubs of black hair sprouting from his chin, and was incredibly ugly, with a face that looked as if it had been carved out of stone by a depressed sculptor.

But Elizabeth simply smiled at him, unfazed by his rude behavior and ugly face.

She waited as he drew closer.

"Do you want to have some fun, my lady?" he sneered, his foul breath assaulting her nostrils while his hand was grasping her chin.

"Are you worthy enough to satisfy me?" Elizabeth replied, her smile becoming more provocative.

"You hear that, men? This fine lady is asking me if I can satisfy her!" the man yelled to his subordinates.

"Share her with us, boss!"

"Don't damaged her too much!"

"We can take turns!"

The band of bandits cheered, eager to get their hands on Elizabeth's tempting body.

"Did you hear that?" The bandit leader asked with a smirk, pulling Elizabeth into his embrace and pressing his lips against her neck. The bandits hooted and whistled in excitement as they watched their boss take advantage of her.

She allowed the bandit leader to pull her and satisfy his perverted desires , but as soon as his lips touched her neck, she sunk her teeth into his flesh. The bandit's expression turned from one of pleasure to one of shock and pain as she drank his blood.

The other bandits watched in horror as their leader fell to the ground, lifeless. Elizabeth wiped the blood from her lips and turned to face the remaining bandits, a menacing smile on her face.

"Who's next? " her black-red eyes scanned the circle of men, her hunger for blood growing stronger with each passing moment.

"A vampire!" They cried out in terror, their weapons shaking and glinting in the dim light.

As they contemplated making a break for it, a loud and furious scream pierced through the air, shattering the uneasy silence that surrounded them. It was another bandit who seemed to be the the second in command.

"Pathetic cowards," the second-in-command sneered, his voice laced with contempt. "Are you afraid of a single vampire?"

"Of course not !" they shouted in unison.

The bandits, underestimating the power of a vampire, stood their ground instead of running away. They had heard rumors about how vampires could be killed, and they thought they could take their chances with the female vampire before them.

Little did they know, Elizabeth was not just any vampire. She was one of the "Originals" - part of the first twelve vampires to ever exist.

With her supernatural strength, speed, and advanced abilities, the bandits had no chance against her. As they raised their swords and closed in, her eyes turned more malicious, signaling the start of the bloodbath.

The first two bandits charged at Elizabeth, swords drawn and ready for battle. But their movements appeared to slow down in her mind, giving her ample time to react.

In a split second, she moved her hands so fast that it appeared to the bandits like a blur, almost as if she had multiple arms. With precision and grace, she grabbed the first bandit's arm, twisted it with such force that his shoulder popped out of its socket. The sound of bones cracking echoed in the air, and the bandit let out a blood-curdling scream as he fell to the ground in agony.

The other bandit, now aware of Elizabeth's superior strength and speed, hesitated for a moment. But she took this opportunity to pounced on him like the god of death, her hands moving so fast that they seemed to disappear from sight.

"Aghhhhhhhhh" A chilling scream pierced through the air as the bandit's body was ruthlessly impaled by Elizabeth's razor-sharp claws. Blood gushed out of the gaping wound as the man fell to the ground, writhing in agony.

As the chaos continued to unfold, someone in the group finally shouted for them to retreat. But it was too late - Elizabeth had already tasted blood, and her thirst could not be quenched so easily. With a sadistic smile, she charged towards her next victim, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that could only be sated by death.

With a sudden burst of speed, she darted towards her nearest target, moving so quickly that the bandit didn't even have time to react before she was upon him. This was the incredible speed of an Original vampire in full display, and the bandits could only watch in terror as she tore through them with ease.

The bandits' numbers dwindled quickly as Elizabeth hunted them down one by one. Some tried to run, but she was faster than them. Others tried to fight back, but they were no match for her supernatural powers.

It was a one sided brutal massacre.

Finally, there was only one bandit left, a man who had been cowering in fear as he watched Elizabeth take down his comrades. He fell to his knees and begged for mercy, but Elizabeth showed him none. She sank her fangs into his neck, and he screamed as she drained the life from him.

When it was all over, she stood amidst the corpses of the bandits, her face splattered with blood. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, savoring the taste. It was a sweet, metallic flavor that filled her with a sense of power and satisfaction.

She looked around at the carnage she had wrought, feeling no remorse for what she had done. These bandits had dared to cross her path, and they had paid the ultimate price.

Elizabeth was a creature of darkness, a god of death who hunted without mercy. And tonight, she had proven once again that she was the most fearsome creature in this place.

" I hope he's still in the mood " a seductive smile formed on her face.

She walked through the forest, her face returning to its usual beauty. As she reached the carriage, she opened the door and was surprised by what she saw inside. Fenrir was sleeping soundly, as if the carnage outside had never happened.

A small smile formed on her lips as she looked at him. In a world full of chaos and violence, Fenrir was a symbol of simplicity and ease. He embodied true freedom in every sense of the word.

"This is the reason why I love you," she muttered to herself, admiring the peaceful expression on his face. Despite everything they had been through, Fenrir was still able to find peace in his slumber. It was a trait that Elizabeth greatly admired and wished she could emulate.