Summary: This is just a little idea I had awhile ago... Please be gentle since I haven't written a faerie tale sort of deal for awhile now. I just hope that you enjoy it! R&R please!

Princess Violet and The Vampire King

Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. Well, no, that's not quite right...for you see, this wasn't just any little girl, and it wasn't just at any old time. In fact, this story is about Violet, and it is based quite a long time ago, in a far away place that doesn't exist anymore, called Archtavia. Oh, and did I mention that the little girl, Violet, was the only child of the King and Queen of Archtavia?

Violet was not very pretty when she was child, so she was often overlooked by her distinguished father and her starlet mother. The only friends she had were the toys that her parents bought for her. Consumed with loneliness and hatred for her looks, Violet threw herself into the library, and refused to come out. Days went by, then weeks, and then months; still, Violet refused to come out of the library or to let anybody inside. The only sign that she was even still alive were the empty plates of food that were left outside the door. Soon, a year went by, and then two years, and then three. Still, Violet was locked in the library, refusing to come out. Then, one rainy day in March, the door to the library opened, and out stepped a young lady, who had outgrown her clothes so that she seemed like a peasant. The long green dress she had been wearing the day she locked herself in that cold, dismal library was now torn, tattered and faded so that it looked like a peasant's ragdress. She had grown out of her shoes and crown, also, so when a fair young lady with long white legs came to greet the King and Queen, nobody knew what to do.

"Who are you, fair child?" asked the King.

Violet was angry with her parents for not recognizing her, just as she had been angry with them for not noticing her, but she remembered that she must have changed quite a lot over the passed years, and decided to let this secondary offense slide.

"Mother, Father, I'm your daughter Violet, and I have finished every book in the library."

The King and Queen were shocked. How could their plain little Violet have become such a stunning young lady? Her limbs were long and white, her eyes dark and bright, and with very long wavy black hair, curling down to her waist. Furthermore, why would such a beautiful princess be wearing such rags?

"Pray, fair child," said the Queen, "why is your face so fair, yet your robes so plain?"

"I hadn't any other dress in the library when I went in, so I repaired this one over and over until it is the rag you see before you now."

"And pray, fair child," replied the King, "if you have spent so long in the library, ruining your disposition with books, then why do you appear before us now in such a manner?"

"My books were my only teaching of manner," replied young Violet, "so I needn't apologize since no other manner was provided for me. Since I was a burden to you, Mother, and to you Father, I threw myself away in the library for the passed several years, though I do not know how many, since nobody was there to tell me how long I was there. I have come before you now to request the construction of a larger library."

The King and Queen were overjoyed to see that Violet had grown up so proper and so beautiful. They wasted no time in adorning her with fine dresses and priceless jewels for her new crown. They were very happy to see that their ugly duckling had become such a fair young swan. The King and Queen were even happier, however, to know that their international problems would soon come to an end.

Though Archtavia had been a peaceful country, they were in dire need of money, as a horrible drought had taken all their crops many years before. Some of the planes that Archtavia had become famous for were now barren wastelands, and many farmers could not afford to feed their own families, much less the rest of the kingdom. There was, however, a way to remedy this--marriage to a rich king.

Over the next few years, Violet grew to be the most beautiful maiden in all of Archtavia, though it never mattered to her in the first place, since it was an entire contradiction to the education of her looks to which she was first exposed. Since the new library would take so long to be built and stocked with the finest books in the world, Violet threw herself into the outside world that she had so long forgotten. She began to look at the flowers and how they bloomed, the bees and how they worked, even the clouds and how they passed by. Violet was determined to keep her mind in tip-top shape for the new library that was to be named after her.

Upon Violet's 16th birthday, the library was finished. It was also upon Violet's 16th birthday that it was announced to her and the rest of Archtavia that, in one year's time, she would be wed to the wicked old King Krishnakov in exchange for enough money to save Archtavia for many years to come. Though she was happy to save the kingdom, Violet's rage consumed her. How dare her parents treat her this way? How dare they abandon her to the library? How dare they leave her there to fend for herself all those years? How dare they ignore her till she had become 'beautiful' enough for them? And how dare they marry her off to the first old relic who offered an arbitrary fee for her? This was the last straw, and Violet would not stand for it.

After several nights of tantrums and chronic screaming, Violet finally stopped. She ran out to the garden and cried, exhausted of fighting, exhausted of hope, exhausted of even believing for a moment that her parents would ever truly love her the way she wanted to be loved. Heartbroken, she slept in the garden that night, in a bed of violets and freesia. She knew that there was no way to get out of it, and she figured that--as long as King Krishnakov had a library--she would be fine.

The next night, she was looking about in the garden, finally calm enough to carry herself with enough composition for a nightly stroll. 'I had better enjoy these walks while I can,' she thought. 'My new husband's kingdom is an awful warlike place, with very few green spots to roll about in.' Violet was very sad indeed; so sad, in fact, that she went to the riverside in the castle's garden and decided that it would be a very practical thing to do if she let herself had one final tear of greif. 'I only have one tear left in my whole body,' she thought to herself, 'so I had better make it a good one.' With that, Violet let the tear fall into the river and float away.

Looking up to the full moon, Violet saw a star that glimmered brighter than all the others. Having given up her last tear upon this horrid union, she decided to make her last wish be a good wish too. Mind you, Violet was a properly educated young lady and had no belief left for faerie tales, but as the old addage goes, desperate times call for desperate measures. So, having this in mind, Violet closed her eyes and wished, wished, wished with all her might--though I cannot tell you what she wished for because of the old superstition, I can tell you that it was a good wish. Finally, at the exact stroke of midnight, or perhaps a few seconds before, Violet's wish came true.

A cold, bony hand came to her cheek and wiped the tear's mark away. Violet gasped at the sight of him; the tallest and fairest man she had ever seen. His skin was a ghostly white, his hair was curly and blond as the sunlight which hung in long rays about his face. His eyes reflected the moonlight in such a way to let them change colors. And his smile...Yes, his graceful mouth curled up into the most dashing smile, like the curve of a bow. He was the tallest, most beautiful creature she had ever seen in her life.

"Who are you?" asked Violet.

He held a bony white hand to his chest, his eyes wide and expression elfish. "I'm shocked, your Highness, that you would wish for me so dearly and not know who I am!"

"Wished for you?" Violet asked, blushing profusely.

"Why, of course," he said, his voice rich and his posture statuesque. "You've wished for many things. For adventure, for freedom, for love..." He raised his long arm to the sky. "That star you wished upon, the third star to the right, is my personal messenger. She has sent me many tales of you and your horrible parents, and now that you've finally emerged from your library, hoping to be embraced for who you are inside rather than outside, you are to be married off to that horrible old fossil in a horrible old kingdom that's barren from war..."

The beautiful man turned to her, his eyes tilted with deep expression. "I know that you deserve more than that Violet, and I can promise you all the adventure, freedom and love you desire."

Being a logical young lady, Violet's better judgement told her not to go. But what was holding her back? If she stayed, all she had to look forward to was a horrid old man with missing teeth. She had nothing of value to lose, not even her parents; as far as Violet was concerned, if her parents only valued her as a way to save their kingdom, then they were nothing better to her than a motivation to save her own life. Logically, this was the better thing to do.

"What is your name, sir?" asked Violet.

The man bent upon his long knees and took her hand, holding the other to his chest like some Phlegmish painting. "My name," he said, "is Malchior, and I am the King of all Vampires."

HAHA! Great--so, tell me what you think of this! I can't wait to add the next chapter. R&R please! Thanks again for reading!