Twenty-one year old Ana is minding her own business when suddenly strange men declare one night that she needs to die. Trying to escape to protect her dear life, she somehow finds herself travelling to another world where elves roam the earth as war...
"Vampire, what are you doing here?" Ivan asked Kristoff, his voice full of disdain.
Kristoff straightened his stance and sauntered towards them. "I've heard some disturbing news that you held a certain little sister of mine captive." He looked past Ivan's shoulder. "Is she the one?"
Ivan merely shrugged.
Kristoff strode towards the female behind Ivan. "Hey, there little sister. Rumors have it that I'm your big brother," he heard Kristoff say.
Ivan whirled around in time to see the female's stunned expression.
"Uh—hi?" the female answered looking unsure of what to say.
Kristoff walked around the female and stood behind her. He placed his hands over her shoulders and leaned forward near her ear. "You shouldn't go with that elf, sis. Ivan has a thing for young virgins—he devours them whole," Kristoff said, his eyes directed at Ivan, a smirk on his face.
Ivan felt his jaw ticked. He hated that vampire Kristoff. "As far as I recall, Kristoff, it was you who almost killed a young maiden when you were plowing her."
Kristoff let out a humorless laugh. "She was asking for it."
Ivan saw Kristoff's hands sliding their way from the female's shoulders to her bare arms making him clench his fist in ire. "Step away from the female Kristoff. And she's your sister for goodness's sake!"
Kristoff dropped his hands and stood beside the female, still facing Ivan. "My dear, old immortal enemy, since when did you become the defender of the vampires?" He gave Ivan a smug look. "Ah. I know—since you were informed about your betrothal. Welcome to the family, brother-in-law."
"I will never marry her!" Ivan said between gritted teeth.
"Well, you can't do anything about it anymore. Granddad Valentin signed the betrothal papers with your elf grandpa. It's legally and magically binding. So, you have no choice but to marry my newfound sister."
"WHAT THE FVCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!" Ivan heard the female exclaim.
Kristoff merely chuckled. "Ah. That word—music to my ears. I'm beginning to like you, sis."
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Ana was stunned to see a strikingly handsome male leaning against a tree. He was dressed all in black—black fitting trousers, loose black button-down long-sleeved shirt, and black boots. His hair was jet black like hers; tousled and slightly long, reaching his nape. He had a devilish aura about him—it was eerie and yet mesmerizing. He looked to be around the same age as the elf, maybe around in their late twenties or early thirties.
He sauntered towards them, and when the moonlight touched his pale and handsome face, Ana was surprised to see that they looked strangely alike. If she was born a male, she would look like him.
Ana sensed the animosity between Ivan and the newcomer.
"Vampire, what are you doing here?" she heard Ivan say.
