The bright moon shone its sliver rays through my bedroom window. I lay awake, next to him. I smiled softly as I brushed some hair from his face, lightly tracing his scar. My king...

I sighed and thought back to that day. That moment where I first met him...

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"Calissa. Your father and I have something to tell you." My mother said. I sat across from them in my father's study. He was standing while my mother sat in a chair. I sat on the floor. I was bored and my tiara was starting to give me a headache.

"Yes, mother?" I asked, trying to make myself look interested. My mother smiled. Though her golden eyes showed sadness. Her blonde hair was piled high upon her head in a fancy up do. My father's face was grim, like it always is unless he's been drinking. His black hair was cropped short and his green eyes serious.

"Daughter of mine, our court is dying." father said. I stiffened, looking up at him. This couldn't be true. Our court had been one of the two oldest courts in the Land of Nor. My great Grandfather had made this court thrive. My grandfather and father doing that as well. I looked to mother and she nodded.

"It is true Calissa. But, there is a way to save it." she said. I nodded.

"What should I do?" I asked.

"Go forth, find a man worthy enough and pledge your loyalty to him. Make him our new king."

I nodded and they dismissed me. I went to my room and changed from my dress to simpler garb so that I could fight. I left quickly, intent on searching for our new king. I searched for many nights, never finding one worthy enough. That is when it happened.

I was resting in the forest when a gang of humans found me. I had always been a good fighter, but days without blood had left me weak. I was beaten and left, half dead. I felt a rip open and I fell through, unconcious.

When I awoke, my body hurt and my thirst was greater than ever. My eyes were red, I knew that. I looked around. I was in a strange room. Sounds and smells there were alien to me.

"So, you finally woke, huh?" I heard. My head turned and I saw a man. He had spiky blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and a scar on his face. He wasn't like the vampires or humans I knew. He was muscular and his skin was darker than the pale skin that the people of my world had. Also, he had a tail of a wolf. Just who was this man?

My thoughts went quickly as I smelled it. His warm, sweet blood. It pulsed through his veins. I didn't hear what he said as I stood. All I could do was smell that sweet blood. I was behind him in a flash. My arms wrapped around him and my teeth pierced his neck. I closed my eyes and fed. His blood was so rich and sweet, like fine wine. I heard him give a soft groan and shiver. When I had my fill, I pulled away. My eyes were once again their gold color.

He growled and I knew at that moment, that it was him. He was to be my King.

"Who are you?" he demanded. I stood up strait and smirked.

"My name is Calissa. And you are?" I asked. Before he could answer, I looked down. My clothes were a mess.

"Hey, can I borrow some clothes?" I asked. He nodded and told me where to find some. I smiled and went off, in search of his room. Once there, I pulled out some pants and put them on. They were much too big for me! So, I ripped the pants so they were shorts and made a belt from the fabric. I did the same to one of his shirts. The guy, Barroes I think his name was, came in and boy, did he look mad!

"What, did you do to my clothes?!" he asked. I grinned, twirling around.

"You like?" I said. He sighed and I skipped past him to that room we were in before. "So, what is this place?"

"A control room." he said, sitting down. I felt his eyes on me as I looked around. "Calissa, are you a fighter?"

I turned to him, surprised by his question and nodded. "Yeah, why?"

"Will you join my league of assassins?"

"Nope!" That sent him for a loop.

"Why not?" he asked. I grinned.

"Well, I don't take orders from anyone. But, I will join, if you agree to become my king." I said.

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Many events had followed after that. Good, bad. Everything. I felt him stir beside me. He pulled me closer and I smiled as he gazed at me.

"Something wrong, Angel?" Barroes asked me. I smiled.

"No, Dear Heart. Nothing wrong...." I whispered. I pulled him closer and our lips met. I knew that this was the right choice. I knew as soon as I tasted him. There were things he kept to himself about his last Aengels, and why he had that haunted look with someone called me Ice. But I knew I wouldn't be like her. I would never leave my Aengels. I wouldn't leave my king....