I don't own anything by Sherrilyn Kenyon. That includes the Dark Hunters, Were Hunters, Dream Hunters, Daimons, and Acheron. I only own Alexandra. Any scenes from the books are Sherrilyn Kenyon's, not mine.

The Destroyer is not

Dead,

She is simply

Waiting.

For the one day to

Come,

Where the humans will start

Praying.

With her arrival the fires of Hell

Will come alive,

Death, Darkness, Destruction

By her side.

Everyone, human or not,

Will suffer.

She, the Destroyer, will watch them

Die.

Her vessel will be

The one,

Yin and yang make her body

Whole.

She will become the

Destroyer,

When Miko and Daimon wage war

For Her soul.

Prologue

AD 1993 New Orleans

A little girl, seven years of age, woke with a cry, panting from being in the throes of a nightmare. She rose from the bed, tears streaming down her face from her eyes (one black and one white), framed by a mass of dark brown shoulder length curls. She walked out of her room, through the hallway, towards her mother.

Mommy will make it better. She thought as she neared the living room. She stopped as she heard noises; the sounds of someone struggling.

"Where is she, Max?" A man with black shoulder length hair asked as he slammed her against the wall. What's going on? The little girl asked. Why is that man hurting my mom?

"You will never get her, Stryker. You may be her father, but she knows how bad you are. She will never go with you." Max spat in his face.

"Mommy? What's going on?" The two adults turned and gazed at the little girl. Max's eyes widened in fear; a smirk appeared on Stryker's face.

"So, this is my daughter." Stryker laughed as Max struggled against his grip.

"Alexandra! Run baby girl!" Max's calls were stopped by a cry as Stryker sank his teeth into her throat.

"Mommy!" Alexandra didn't know what to do. She watched helplessly, tears streaming down her face as she watched her mother die before her eyes.

Stryker tossed Max's body aside when he was done with her.

"Run…Alex..." Max said with her last breath.

"Now, Alexandra. Come with your daddy now." Stryker neared the girl.

Alexandra shook her head as she took several steps away from Stryker.

"No. You are a bad man. You killed my mommy." With that, she ran out of the apartment.

It was pouring rain outside. Alexandra ran on, barefoot, wearing only pajamas, soaked. She dared not look behind her. She knew he was pursuing her.

"Help me! There is a bad man after me!" No one heeded her pleas.

Alexandra ran into an alley, where several men and women surrounded her. "You naughty girl. You don't run from your daddy." Stryker laughed as he neared Alexandra.

"No! Stay away." One of the men grabbed her. She struggled. "Let me go!"

Suddenly, fog swirled around them. "I am surprised that you would stoop so low as to torture children, Stryker."

Stryker growled as he gazed upon the newest arrival. He was almost seven feet tall, with long black hair. He wore all black, and had sunglasses on even though it was night. To Alex, he looked like a god.

Help me. She screamed in her mind.

"Acheron Parthenopaeus," Stryker called. "This is none of your concern. She is mine. I have a right to her. You can't stop me."

Acheron moved quickly, snatching Alexandra from the Daimon's grasp. "I don't think that she wants to go with you. Do you?" He asked the

girl he now held in his arms.

Alexandra shook her head rapidly. "I don't want to go with him. He is a bad man. He killed my mommy."

The look Acheron gave Stryker was murderous. "Leave Stryker. You are not going to take this little girl." Power radiated off of Acheron in waves.

Wow. He is strong. He can make the bad man go away. Alexandra held tight to him.

Acheron smiled reassuringly to her. Don't worry, little one.

Stryker opened a portal to Kalosis. "This isn't over, Acheron. I will get my daughter." With that, they were gone.

Acheron set the girl down. "You can hear my thoughts?" She asked.

He nodded. "As you can hear mine. You are telepathic, aren't you?"

Alexandra gazed up at him as he knelt before her. "My mommy was Fey."

"And your dad?" He asked.

Alexandra shrugged. "That man says he's my dad. I don't like him."

He laughed. "Neither do I, little one." He picked up Alexandra once more, and started walking down the street.

"Now, how about we take you to a nice, safe place."

Worry marred Alexandra's face. "He won't find me?"

Acheron shook his head. "No he won't. I promise."

"My name is Alexandra." She said as they walked.

"Hi Alexandra," he smiled at her. "My name is Acheron. You can call me Ash."

The two made it to an orphanage. Acheron set the child down, and after making arrangements for her with the director, started to walk off.

"Wait!" Acheron turned to gaze at her, running towards him. "Can't I stay with you?" Tears welled up in her eyes.

He knelt down, where she grabbed him and held on. "I am sorry, little one. You will be better off here than with me. Be strong for me, okay?"

Alexandra nodded. She released him, and pulled off one of the gold necklaces that were around her neck. It had a key on it.

"Here." She said as she placed it around his neck. "I have the other half."

She pulled out the other necklace, which had a locket on it. "This way, we will have no choice but to meet again."

"Alright. Until we meet again, Alexandra." She watched as her savior walked off into the night.

Alexandra didn't stay at the orphanage for long. Before the night was done, Stryker and his Daimons were able to apprehend her, torching the orphanage. Everyone died, and there was no sign of anyone.

Alexandra grew up in Kalosis. She was forced to endure the harsh training of her father for the next ten years. When she was able to, she escaped, at seventeen, finding her way back to New Orleans. She now fights against Stryker, who is constantly trying to get her back.

This is her story…