Hello my wonderful and amazing and faithful readers. I am currently writing this story with the one and only Sam! AKA imagination57. I am going to be writing Alexander's POV and Sam will be writing Violets. So go on her profile if you would like to understand this story better :D this is the story I was talking about to keep your eye open for in He Who Died.. But this is only one of them! There is another one coming out soon, Behind Closed Doors, that I am also writing with Sam AKA imagination57 enjoyy:

"Alexander!" he yelled. "Alexander!!" The man yelled again, this time louder.

I groaned and stayed were I was, how I was. Laying on the roof of the medieval looking castle, shirtless with my leg's spread out and draped over another. The roof slightly shook under me as I heard someone climbing up the stairs that lead to the roof. My body shot up and I rolled to my feet getting a running start, I threw my body off the roof. Now you're probably thinking, did he just commit suicide? No, I didn't, this is where the wings come in. My wings snapped out, stretching as far as to 13 feet long. My fall was stopped and I swayed, then pumping my wings up and down I was soon up with the night time clouds, flying underneath the moon's light.

"Alexander!!" My father yelled again, I glanced down and saw him glaring his red eyes up at me.

Being my son means fulfilling your duty as the Prince Of Angels. Why don't you understand that by now? You have a proposal waiting downstairs. Do not keep the young lady waiting. He thought to me.

When he says proposal, he means that there's another slutty bimbo waiting down in the living to know if I will marry her,

Being my father doesn't mean you can force me into a marriage with a whore, father. Although, I'm sure you probably want her. I snapped back.

Alexander Kellen Laire come down here right this instant.

No. I will not father. I 'thought' in a flat voice and flew as far away from the castle as I could. Putting up a small barrier around my father's agitating voice. I flew over the city of Angels and over the dark forest, landing completely in the middle where Vampiria and Angeria seperate, so basically the border line. I tucked my wings and dropped down quickly, pushing the tips of them out, causing my fall to slow down. I landed gracefully on a long branch of the tree. Staring out into the night time sky once again, I let my thoughts wander.

Being a prince is harder then it looks, sure the pampering was nice for awhile till everyone ran after me, commanding me to do this, do that, go sign papers, take notes on being King, etc etc. I couldn't go outside and play with the kids. I couldn't just go out and fly. The thing I loved to do most. Flying allowed me to be free, not to be cooped up in a castle. When I flew, I was me, a guy who wants to be treated equally. So why can't people just be themselves around me? And then being forced to marry girls I don't even know. Sure they're pretty, I mean goddess pretty, but all they want is the money, none of the girls know how to love. They just want to marry the prince, be made queen, and have everyone follow their every wish and command. I know the meaning of love, for I have expierenced it myself, yet, it didn't last as long as I wished. Lydia Goldstone had been my girlfriend for 4 years till I decided to fulfil my father's wish and take her hand in marriage. When I did, she said yes...but soon after she was murdered...by the demons. I still remember her yells, those blood curdling shrieks that ripped my heart out of my chest. Why did this happen all of a sudden? The question I wonder constantly is: why me? Those couple months after Lydia died where the worst, everyone following me around, bringing the topic of her death back up again, saying their damn apologies when they didn't even care. I had cried tear-less tears, I had yelled at God. It was His decision, so why take her? From me. I had died that day, attempting to rescue Lydia from the monster's. The demon stabbed the spear through my heart. Four bullets made their way through my main artery. Of course, this isn't enough to kill an angel. But then what came after that was. I was decapitated, meaning, my head had been torn off. I remember the searing pain that coursed through my body, for that split second. After the demon's raped my fiancee and killed her, devouring her body, I was in the process of getting healed and stitched back together. An angel can never die, ever. Well ripping our wings off is like killing part of us, but we can't die. Those who do die, come back to life with wings like mine. Some with intracate patterns.

I glanced over my wings again, noting the black depths to them that were outlined with a red showing that I am a Blood Child, in other words, 'The Living Dead'. There are very rare Blood Children, because those who do die, died for a cause of someone else. Most angel's don't do that, but those who do become stronger then others.

To break the news to you all; there is no 'God'. Of course, someone is watching over us, but not God. I have been to heaven, for pete's sake, I'm an Angel. But no God, there was one...but he disappeared long ago. Telling us to lead the lives of the humans, the vampires, the werewolves, the demon's, the pixies, the fairies, everyone. But we couldn't, after God disappeared, a war broke out against the species, making the messenger's of God their Kings and Queens. I have not seen this God. Neither has my father, mother, great-grandfather. It is a rumor that my Great-Great-Great Grandfather's father, was God's...right hand man. The number one Angel.

I stood up on the branch and leaped down. One foot after another, I walked towards the castle. A loud growl suddenly echoed through-out the forest. My head snapped around, until I found the source of the growl. A demon, no not just a demon, there were 5 of them, slowly starting to circle around me. Their red bodies fitting the stereotype perfectly. I saw my attackers, one of them with large animilastic fangs draping his bottom lip, the complete white eyes, with no iris, no pupil, just white. He had no hair but one large horn grew out of his forehead. They were around 12 feet tall. The demons walked/stood/ and lived on all fours, that made them resemble a large red bear. The demon sneered at me.

"Shouldn't the Prince know not to wander alone?" His raspy voice asked. I just smiled at him, feeling the power slowly start to surge through my veins.

"Oh no Alcrean, haven't you heard that His Highness has murdered plenty of us?" Another said in the same scratchy, raspy voice.

My smile started to turn into a grin. "Are you guys going to attack, or just stand there?" I asked. The demon's all cackled and sped towards me. Right as one of their horn was about to touch my lower back, I used my speed and jolted around him. My body lurched on his back and I twisted his head in circles before throwing it to the floor.

"You bastard!" Alecrean growled, then charged at me.

I twisted around and threw my hands up, so they were parallel with my shoulder's. Calling on my angelic powers, fire flew out of my hands, causing the Demon to burn up in flames. Other angel's can only use wind, but Blood Child are allowed to use the power of Wind and Fire. I felt a stinging pain run through my back and I realized that the other demon had bitten into my bare side. I twisted around, knowing very well what was going to happen. As I twisted my flesh ripped off with his teeth. I gritted my teeth and surpressed the scream that would reveal my agonizing pain. Putting my hands on both sides of his gruesome head, the demon's head burst at the touch of the power I possessed. Two demon's where left and they both jumped at me at the same time. One biting my leg, the other my wing. I shook the one on my wing off before taking my other leg and stomping down on the demon's head. He was rendered unconcious but had still dragged the skin off of my leg. The other demon let out a ferocious smile as he sprinted towards me. This guy was a new demon because I had taken him out from one spike of air. Filling his lungs with miasma was the best part of the kill. The other demon who was unconcious was getting up before I jumped high in the air and landed on his head with my right foot and his neck with the left.

I smiled to myself, it must be disgusting to know that I love fighting, killing. To be known as one of the most dangerous people out there. Of course only attacking my enemies is what I did. If I didn't have a reason, I wouldn't even lift a hand. I spread my wings and tried to fly but couldn't, my body fell side ways with my injured wing. I sucked in air and tried to fly the way back to the castle, but couldn't. My mind was becoming tired and I could tell the Sayan was going to begin. The Sayan is when an Angel is injured, their body goes into a sleep-like state but their mind will be awake. Sort of like a Coma, but during this process, the angel's body heals, reviving our strength. So to say; our bodies have a mind of their own.

I perched myself once again as my body shut down to allow my body to heal because I was wasting energy. My mind blacked out and all I felt or heard, or saw, was blackness. I felt my body pull it's way back together.

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When I felt my mind become active, my eyes snapped open and I sat up straight. My leg was wrapped in a gauze, one wing was tucked in behind my back while the injured one was out and wrapped. My side had a large brace around it. I got up looked into the mirror.

My hair was in a complete mess, the silvery-white strands sticking up in odd angles. My chest was cleaned off and I was changed into basket-ball shorts. The green-blue color that surrounded the stereotypical red eyes of an angel were staring back at me. The only angel in this castle, or realm, was me, the one that has a different color eye then just smack-dab red. I sighed.

"Oh Prince Alexander! You must not be out of bed, you're still healing." Esmeralda said. Esmeralda is a maid at this castle, though I don't like maids, I am forced to have one.

"They're healed." I said in a sharp voice. It's better not to get close to anyone.

"But your majesty, you have just come back!"

I took off the bandages quickly, and whattya know? No missing flesh pieces. She gasped. I slightly smiled at her. The only wounds that would take time to heal would be my wing.

Another servant came running through the doors, "His Highness will like you to get dressed and meet him downstairs."

I groaned, there is no getting out of this one now, considering there are guards around every window. I walked to my room, and went straight to the closet, ignoring the black jacket, dress shirt and jeans laying on the bed. Picking out a long sleeve black shirt with my normal jeans and dress shoes I went downstairs after taking a quick shower. Right as I was about to walk through the big double doors, a voice called out to me.

"You better be wearing your crown." Anita said. Anita was like a mother to me, the head servant. I turned around and smiled at her. She laughed. "Now how can I be mad with those pearly whites you have?"

I shrugged. She pulled out the gold crown from behind her dress and placed it on my hair. Anita snapped her fingers and two guards appeared by the doors, opening it for me. I was welcomed with the warm scent of candles burning. My eyes wandered to the couch when I saw, yet another blonde girl sitting on the couch in a dress that was barely covering her butt. Her breasts were falling out of her skin-tight blouse, and that was just enough to make me gag, but nonetheless, every woman needs to be treated with respect. I smiled a dazzling smile at her as she got up and curtsied. I walked over and held her hand in mine then leaned into kiss it.

"Good evening, I am Alexander, may I have the grace of asking your name?"

"Hello Prince Alexander, my name's Miranda, Miranda Laichae." She said in a confident, purposely high-pitched voice. Do girls think that guys find this...attractive? Think again.

"Well we'll let these to be, and get to know eachother. Come Thomas, we shall discuss the future..." My father said before walking out, knowing his red robe was trailing behind him. I rolled my eyes then focused my attention back on Barbie, and when I say Barbie, I mean it. Long blonde hair, red eyes, pink lips, pink eyeshadow, pink eyeliner, pink bow in her hair, pink blouse. The girl took my hand,

"So Prince Alexander, what are your hobbies?"

"It's just Alexander." I said, "My hobbies...just flying. How about yours?"

"Well, I like painting my nails, dancing, flying makes me sweat to much, ew. I like singing, and hanging with my friends, I mean shopping? Who doesn't like shopping?"

I cleared my throat, "Well, it sounds like you like to have fun...?"

"Of course my prince."

That spiked irritation inside my chest.

Barbie ripped out her phone and started texting. Using my accute hearing, I heard exactly what she was saying because she mumbled it under her breath. I'm talking to the Prince right now, he wants to marry me I can sooo tell! Boy's just like to keep their feelings hidden, ya know?

After I politely hinted to her that it's rude to have your phone out while talking to other people, Miranda and I chatted. Like any other girl I have come across, she is the worst yet. Calling me 'Your Highness' and "Princey' , then constantly talking about her friends and ex-boyfriends.

But after a little, Miranda decided to bump things up to the next level. Just as our father's entering the room, and her father taking her back, Miranda decided to gift me with a kiss on my lips. I could taste the over-used lipstick, lip gloss, lip plump and saliva.

"How was she?" My father asked. I glared at him.

"Do not ever force this arranged marriage shit on me, again. I tried it out, again for you, but as you can see it doesn't work out."

"You cannot talk to your father like that!" He yelled.

"I just did!"

I turned on one heel and strode off, punching the wall to release my anger, didn't help either, but the part I was satisfied about was that the beautiful flawless wall was now decorated with the dent of my fist. I used my speed to go up to my room and slammed the door shut. I looked around, good no guards. I kicked the window in and heard the welcoming sound of glass hitting one another as it fell down. Jumping out the window, and stretching my aching wings, I finally felt free. I didn't belong in a castle, I wasn't born to live like a prince. I probably would have liked it if Leonard Laire wasn't my father.

I grabbed my crown and flew down to the city. Some kids where playing, a couple blind, a couple deaf. Nonetheless, they where in horrible shape. The mother of the kids was sitting on the curb with her sitting in her hands.

"What are we going to do? No money, I won't be able to feed the kids--" She was muttering till she saw me approach, "Prince Alexander! What blesses me with your wonderful company?"

I smiled and handed her my crown. With this, she would be able to buy a house, food, get her children in school. It would last her a life time.

"Oh no no no! I cannot accept this!"

"Would you rather have those kids dying?" I asked. Since they hadn't hit their wing growth yet, they can die. Her hands shook as she held the crown in her hand. Tears fell down her face one by one.

"Oh thank you Sir! Thank you so much!" The woman weeped. I took this time to jump up and get my wings back out.

Soaring through the sky, my heart came alive as the feeling the air swept my body like heaven's wind. My shirt had torn off when my wings stretched out, so once again, I was shirt-less. I went back to my previous spot before I was attacked. I smelt an off smell, and quickly recognized what it was, a vampire. But, she wasn't any ordinary vampire I have encountered. I stayed on the top of a tree, just watching her, pick up and burn pieces of demon flesh, the demon's I murdered.

"Bloody angel prince. Why the fuck do I have to clean his mess?! Can't he do it? He has to hands! Bastard..." The vampire muttered under her breath.

A soft chuckle escaped my lips but it was quickly taken over by a gasp. I looked down to see the girl staring her sparkling gold eyes at me in awe. I jumped down from the tree, noting her beautiful long brown hair that draped over her shoulders, the purple strieks that possessed parts of her hair was outstanding. The girl was wearing a tank-top, and I noted that there was a bit of a tattoo poking behind her shoulder. My breath was caught in my throat by this beauty. Amazing.

"W-W-Who the fuck are you?" She snapped, while regaining herself.

"Alexander Laire, and you, milady?" I asked in a soft yet seductive voice. She narrowed her eyes at me.

"You think I'm going to tell a fucking angel?"

"Now that you say that, no...I don't."

"Hey atleast you're not dumb! Applause for the angel."

I clapped for myself, before getting on one knee before Violet and taking her hand in mine. "It's a pleasure to meet you." I kissed her knuckles softly and I felt a shiver of pleasure coarse through her body.

She stared at me for couple of seconds in daze but quickly snapped back into reality. A slap echoed the forest before I realize that Violet had strucken me across the face.

"You're that Angel Prince aren't you! The one who's, supposed to be in charge of the species now?"

I narrowed my eyes, "Yeah I am."

"Well then, fuck you, and don't ever touch me again." Violet snarled.

I gritted my teeth in irritation. "Who the hell are you to tell me what to do? Huh? I can get you arrested and get your pretty little head chopped off got it?"

"I'm sorry, your highness." She said, with venom dripping off of each word.

"What the hell's your problem? I was being polite? Would you rather me do this?" I grabbed her hands and wrapped my arm around her waist, slightly pushing her back to the tree trunk. My face was leaned next to her and I could tell she was enjoying it because her eye's look flustered. I let her go and just as her arm was coming up to slap me, I caught it with ease. A leg flew from underneath me, striking the area it hurt all guys. I stood my ground, but inside I was yelling at the top of my lungs. Suddenly both of our phones started ringing, I seperated and answered mine,

"Yes father?"

"A meeting has been called to order with Vamperia and Angeria, you are the prince so you are obliged to do come." He ordered. I groaned then hung up. I shook my head then started jogging, which turned into a quick run. My wings snapped out, and to my good fortune, I heard a small gasp, surprised by my black wings is she? I flapped up and down till I reached the castle within 2 minutes then I walked into the meeting room.

"Creatures of Myth! This meeting today is called to order for the reason the number of Demon's increasing! In order to protect our people, your brothers and sisters, we will join forces with you all. Each angel with a werewolf, vampire, pixie, fairy, or monster. We have the lists printed out, first off, we will start with the angels that are with the werewolves. Dean Nichols with Angelina Torie. Nariah Miller with Norton Skai. Lea Mendoza with Akeisha Long. Kai Loren with Mariah Korl." The list continued on and on till my father finally anounced the angels with vampires. "Dickey Macho with Lea Fernano. Arianna Whistler with Taai Goarl. Dean Thomas with Peter Lo. Prince Alexander Laire with Violet Charest."

Violet Charest? Isn't that the best fighter in Vampiria? My father droned on with the names, till he told us to line up and they will bring our partners to us. My father told me to stay still in my throne and my partner will be brought to me. Tell me again why I didn't like being royalty.

"Your highness! I am very depressed that I couldn't be with my prince." Barbie said, running up to me. Right, thats why. She tried leaning in for another kiss but I pushed her away.

"I am sorry Miranda, you are beautiful but you do not appeal to me." Her face dropped and her eyes filled with tears. She turned around and walked off into the hall.

"Oh fuck no.." I heard that familiar voice whisper, "you cannot be my partner!" That girl said. The one from earlier. I noticed she was wearing a tag that said,

Vampiria

Name: Violet Charest

Age: 19

Race: Full-Fledged Vampire

Serving: King Vladimir

She's Violet Charest? The famous Violet Charest who is Vampiria's strongest warrior. She sure as hell does not look like it.

Fuck. This is going to be interesting.

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