Zulema and Macarena- dynamite

The elf from hell

Zulemas POV

Ever since I was a little girl my mother had always warned me about the three types of men that this world had to offer.

One- the bad boy, the one everyone wants but can't have. The sort of boy who gets into fights and doesn't give a shit about anyone.

Second- the good boy, the boy who would do anything for the girl. The type of guy no one wants to date because he's too nice and kind.

And finally the third- the one you love to death, the ones who manipulate and seem impossible to really know.

She had been with all three and none had really satisfied her because the truth was. She never really wanted sex or love she just wanted someone who would fight for her and with her not against her.

She gulped down blood as the three guys held her down on the dusty floor. They where laughing and joking as they ripped her clothes of tossing them to the side.

She lay there, not moving silently praying that they would just leave her alone. But they didn't.

Suddenly the men went limp and she felt cool drips of liquids run across her exposed body.  The blonde had only gone and shot them. In disbelief she rolled out and collected her discarded clothes.

"Fucking hell blondie you really pick your moments to be useful"

The brunette looked at her partner regaining her poker face of no emotions.

"Yeah well if anyone's gonna kill you it'll be me"

They shoveled sand for what seemed like hours in silence, each reflecting on what had happened. She looked over at maca who looked like she was putting years of built up anger into it, like somehow this grave was for every guy who had ever

This is a short part because I've been really busy but I'm working on longer chapters at the moment. Have you guys watched the bold type? If so would you like a fanfic with Kat and Eva