I looked at Violet as she frowned to herself, her eyebrows furrowed in anger and her lips pulled into a straight, tight line as she thought angery thoughts. She finally looked at me and narrowed her eyes.
"Hello, dearest Prince. My name is Violet, and I will be your protector." She said politely.
Wait.....was she just nice?
"Well Violet..." I started, her eyes widened as she realized what I was doing, I got down before her and took her hand in mine. Kissing it lightly, I chuckled to myself as I remembered that I had done this exact motion, but got slapped in the face. Right now she can't do anything to the Prince cause well, people are watching.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." I concluded. She bit her lip and glared at me. As if a young vampire can scare me. I stood up and motioned to my seat. Her eyes widened,
"Funny." Violet said in a sarcastic tone.
Why would it be funny? Throne's aren't all that great. They're rather...uncomfortable. I'd prefer a normal chair.
"It's not that big a deal.." I said.
"No thanks." She said in a flat tone. Violet turned around as she searched for someone.
"Alexander! Miranda's father just told me that you have displeased his daughter. And-" My father began until he saw Violet.
"You're Violet, aren't you? You're a lot younger than I expected."
I almost chuckled but quickly covered it with a cough. Well being nineteen an all I can guess why he says that...
She held her head up high, like a proud feline, "I'll take that as a compliment, your majesty."
My dad chuckled, "Oh please, call me Leo."
Is...he flirting with her? I glared at my father, but obviously Violet thought he was just favoritizing her.
"Sure. Have you seen King Valdimir? I have to speak to him. It's rather important." She said, glancing at me quickly. And we all know who she wants to talk about; me. My disgusting father pointed towards the exit where bystander's where watching us, some were the protector's families with their stuff, some were protector trainee's,
"He's over there. After you talk to him, feel free to say goodbye to any family or friends and then report back to me." He ordered.
"Yes, Sir." She said but my father coughed. "I mean...Leo." He smiled kindly at her before looking at me and my angry face. Stay calm Alexander, calm thoughts. If Violet see's you like this; she might get the wrong idea...
Violet walked off before turning around to sneer at me.
"Father..." I growled.
"Alexander please, not right now." He said in a commanding voice.
"No, right now."
He groaned in agitation, "Let's go to the other room if you insist to carry this on."
I strided over to the next grand room before slamming the door shut.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I blew up, right when I closed the door.
"Watch your mouth boy, you are talking to the King."
I scoffed, "Yeah? And who are you talking to? The prince or your son?"
"Both! Regardless, you are the prince, now act like one."
"Why don't you act like a king first?!"
"What is this all about Alexander?" My father said, faking calmness.
"This is about a 669 year old Angel flirting with a 19 year old vampire! What the hell is wrong with you disgusting old perv?!"
My hand caught his hand that was coming up to hit me.
"And don't you dare hit me. Oh, I'm sorry your highness, let me correct myself, attempt to hit me." I added.
His face contorted in anger that I have seen plenty times in my existence. "You are not my son!"
"To bad your filthy genes run through me, cause I would rather be sitting with all the other normal Angels out there!"
"Then why don't you?!"
I gritted my teeth and looked to my side, realizing that Violet was looking straight at me, while talking to her King.
"Answer me Alexander!"
"It's because I can atleast try to make you satisfied! You just want somebody to fuck with, so you try to get me to marry some fucking whore, just so you have eyecandy. That's why you picked Violet as my bodyguard just so you can flirt with her as she stays at the Palace."
"You--"
"Don't even start, Father. I think someone would like to talk to you." I sneered.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but it's a bit important. Could I have a word?" King Vladimir asked.
My father looked away for a second and the angery lines smoothed out and he plastered a fake smile on his face.
"We'll finish this when I'm done." He said, yeah right.
"Well I can just-" Violet started but was interrupted by her king.
"Stay here, Violet. I said I'll try."
The two kings walked out the door and I turned around, just in case Violet see's me. I looked in the vanity mirror that hung below the right side of the chandelier on a tall wall. My eyes had turned a terriying red color my hair began produce black dripping-like stripes and my wings ruffled in anger. I put my hands against the mirror and took calming breaths. I looked up in the mirror and saw that everything as it was supposed to be. I hate getting this mad. I turned around to see Violet heading over to the door, I grinned to myself, the previous anger, utterly forgotten.
I was by the girl in a second and caught her wrist in the next, then tugged her backwards.
"How about you update me on what's going on in that room, instead of spying for the outcome." I suggested.
She twisted her arm so she could grab mine. She twisted my arm and bent it backwards thinking it was inflicting pain, to bad for her my bones aren't made at all like that, infact it actually makes me feel like I'm stretching.
"Don't touch me, don't tell me what to do." Violet hissed and released. I almost laughed aloud, almost. I turned around and smiled.
"You shouldn't tell a Prince what to do." No matter how much I hate being called Prince, I can use to my amusement.
"Rules were made to be broken." She stated and she truly believed that.
I raised my eyebrows and smiled, "Really? Because I believe they were made to keep people in line. To keep order and structure so people don't steal, or harm one another." And that's what's true, because I have been around for so many centuries, you would assume that I know that. And I do, because I have expierenced it.
Violet rolled her eyes, "And that's gone so well, your majesty!" Sarcasm dripped from her words. She did not just call me with a ranking. I bit my tongue before a retort rolled off of it. I was on the edge, and she decided to put it, "If these rules supposedly keep us all safe, why is there a war going on? Why are things falling apart?"
Because the precious "King Leo" isn't as good of a king everyone thinks he is. Thinking I had no answer she continued,
"Exactly. Rules do nothing, my prince." And there she goes, she pushed me. I grabbed her by the arms and had her pinned against the wall in a second.
"What do you expect from me, huh? What do you want?" I growled. I was still beyond angry at my father, but why am I taking it out on her?
"I have no expectations when it comes to angels. They sure as hell can't do shit when it comes to keeping peace, or doing anything they're supposed to. As for you, I want absolutely nothing to do with your or your kind. So do me a favor, and back off." Violet said, fiercely. I smirked and leaned closer,
"Not a chance." I whispered. I felt the chills run down her body before she regained composure and sighed,
"Fine, I warned you." Cocky vampires.
Violet moved her leg back leading me to think she was going to kick me in the groin, but slammed her head against mine instead, that got me to stumble back a bit since I wasn't expecting it. Violet's leg slammed against my chest and she kicked my body back, causing it fly a couple feet backwards.
Now I know what you all are thinking, wow, he's getting his ass whooped by a chick. Fucking weakling.
Well no, I'm sorry but I believe that men should just take what a girl throws at him, and then fight fire with fire.
So after this stuck-up vamp has her mind thinking that is stronger then me, I will prove to her and get her ass in check. Cause honestly, she either doesn't know that im 326 years old or that she doesn't care. I think that after all these years, I would know how to fight with a vamp, and believe me, I can do more then just kill them.
Violet, thinking I was going to attack her, stood in a fierce position, but instead I stared at her, completely entranced. Her thick, dark brown hair trailed down her back and shoulders like curtains. The purple rivers that streaked their way through her hair made her complete and shiny gold eyes twinkle brighty. Then I saw what she was wearing, a black long-sleeve shirt with a dark navy blue pair of jeans that tightened around her legs. Black combat boots with red laces that railed up her ankle, and as I looked at her, I could tell she was...so to say, checking me out also.
I shook my head and remembered we're in between a wrestling match. As her eyes looked dazed, I ran at her in full speed and tackled her to the ground, of course in a way as to which wouldn't inflict pain even if she was human.
My body hovered over hers, my chest barely touching, yet she seemed so awed. This calls for a truce,
"I think we got off on the wrong foot in the meadow. And just a few minutes ago. Maybe we should start over." I suggested, yet again. Violet brought her hand up to push me aside but I wouldn't budge. She sighed, and I felt her body relax temporarily.
"Or maybe we can just get your father and the king of my kind to agree on letting me be switched somewhere else." She told me. I got up, and offered her a hand, but she ignored it and got up on her own adding in a weary look at me.
"That's up to them, not us. And even if it was..." I trailed, then smiled at her. "What makes you think I want you to be switched somewhere else?" I asked, seductively.
"What makes you think I care what you want?" She said, smirking just a bit. I chuckled,
"I can see that you don't care. However, in my kingdom, it doesn't matter. I get the final say, right?"
She narrowed at me mentioning my vial power.
"Oh Princey." Violet sighed, please do not be like Miranda, I mentally pleaded. She put her hand on my chest, "What is it, my dearest Prince? Was it something I said, your highness?" I gritted my teeth, if she doesn't stop, I swear...
I backed away from her and put on a smiled as the two kings entered, "Come on, my son. We have things to discuss on the way towards the funding meeting."
I closed my eyes and tryed to remain calm. Violet smiled and waved... great. I remained silent until the devil spoke up.
"I apologize for my act earlier."
I stayed silent. Wasn't the saying 'If you have nothing nice to say, don't say it'?
"Do you have anything to say on your behalf son?" Again, I stayed silent.
"Well?" He said, irritation spiking his voice.
"No father, I don't."
"You son of a-"
"Son of a what? Are you trying to call my mother a bitch?" I said in a put-together voice.
"Please can we not do this?"
"Then don't start it."
"Very well."
We both didn't say anything until we reached the dining room.
"Listen son, I have to speak to Violet for a bit, so can you please speak to Miranda for me? She is very upset."
"Why should I father? I have no interest in her. If she decides to throw herself on me yet again, I will have her removed out of my sights."
"Now you sound like a true Prince."
I narrowed my eyes at him, "You know damn--"
I was cut off by two of my father's servants entering.
"Your snack is ready Sire." A young boy at the age of 14 or 15 informed me. I gave my thanks to the boy and exited the room and walked into the kitchen, quickly eating the sandwhich that was made for me I went up to my room. Violets scent led to my room and I entered. My eyes still revealing my irritation towards my father.
The vampire girl stood in the middle of my room, looking flustered.
"Well, Princey, looks like you get what you want today. You're stuck with me as your protector." She smirked.
I started making my way towards her until she said something that made me stop dead in my tracks.
"Oh, and we're required to be downstairs. Like, now." Violet added. I hope it's not what I think it's for...
"Do you know why?" Violet shook her head, "How about we just don't go then."
"We're going." She said in a blunt tone and brushed past me, going into the hall. I sighed and followed my new guard. Violet led me towards the meeting hall and my eyes wandered anywhere but the barbie in front of me.
"Alexander, I believe you have something to clear up with Miranda. We'll leave you to it." Her father ordered. I narrowed my eyes, how about not? Her father walked out and I walked towards the window, focusing only on the sky. My wings ached to just stretch, my skin longed the feeling of the cold air. My chest wanted to rid this shirt cause it prevented the freedom I needed. Miranda pranced up to me and hugged me from behind.
I pushed her away before turning around to show some respect, but my thoughts focused on my guard. She eyed Miranda suspiciously, and I swear I saw a hint of jealously in her eyes.
"So I saw these really cute pair of stilleto's that I just wanted really badly but my daddy got angry cause I already got lots of other dresses and then what happened after that was just mega funny! Like, I started you know, faking tears and all and he felt super bad so he bought me them and it's just so funny how people can be fooled that easily!" Fooled? Wow big word for this ditz. After that thought, I just kind of tuned her out and focused on the sky and tree's, but what she said next caught my attention fully,
"My daddy said that you reconsidered us getting betrothed?" She said, leaning over in my throne to show her clevage.
"Spritzer..." I heard Violet mutter. I looked at her and raised an eyebrow but turned her head, and smiled slightly. Miranda whipped her phone out--again-- and started texting.
I gritted my teeth against eachother and I felt my body tense up. "My father and I discussed it and we thought that maybe-" I began but what kindly interrupted by Violet.
"Excuse me, Miranda? You're being disrespectful to the Prince. I'm going to have to ask you to either hand over the cell phone and listen to what he has to say, or you get you're ass out of here." Violet told her. She looked at Violet in a disgusted way,
"What are you going to do? Bite me, you vampire freak?"
That spiked irritation, but knowing Violet, she can handle herself. Violet just smiled,
"Well, first I'm going to rip off both your hands, so you'll never have to worry about texting while Prince Alexander is speaking. Then, I'm going to rip out the voice box out of your pretty little neck so I never have to hear your annoying voice ever again. And maybe, just because you suggested it, I'll drink your blood." She informed her, walking towards her. And my theory was correct.
Miranda looked revolted, "You're Violet, aren't you?" She asked. Violet smiled,
"The one and only."
Miranda whimpered and pushed herself in the back of my throne as far as she could. "I-I-I didn't m-mean to be d-disrespectful, Violet. P-Please don't h-hurt me." She pleaded.
"It's up to the Prince if you should be spared or not." Violet said, turning to me. I smiled at Miranda,
"Of course I'll spare you. I suggest you leave, though. And please, do not bother coming back. I meant what I said, you do not appeal to me." I expected her to run off and cry but instead, Miranda got to her knee's and kissed my shoes. I stepped back and walked around her. I brought her to her feet, like I said, I hate being treated like royalty. I watched Miranda leave before turning to Violet,
"Why did you do that? And what on Earth is a spritzer?"
"If you get married to her, I'll have to listen to her everyday. So not happening. I can barely stand you, why the hell would I add some slutty twit to the mix? Plus, you owe me now." She completely ignored my question.... I raised my eyebrows,
"I never asked you to do that for me."
"Don't act like you weren't secretly pleased as I scared the shit out of her. And now, I got you out of a marriage. That's two. So, I guess that means you owe me two favors now." Violet was having fun with this.
"Fine, one favor. As long as you clear all this up with my father."
Violet held her hand out and I shook it. Deal done.
"Deal." Violet concluded.
"Alexander! What is going on?" Anita asked, in a motherly voice.
I looked back and smiled. "About what, Anita?" I asked, innocently.
Anita's eyes narrowed. "Miranda left looking a bit pale. She called off the proposal idea. Your father is upset." She told me. "So that leads us to you. What have you done?"
My father walked in and stepped in front of me. "He did nothing. It was her." Violet spoke up.
"What do you mean it was her?" He asked, confused. I stared at Violet, come on..it was a deal!
"The girl was being disrespectful towards the Prince. She didn't care about what he said and was much more interested in her nails and phone rather than your son. So, I gave her the options of handing over the phone or leaving. She chose to leave." She explained. Anita raised her eyebrows.
Father was in thought, but he smiled. "Well, there will be other girls throughout the time. More respectful ones, perhaps. Regardless, you did a very good job." He said to Violet, before turning to his son; me. "I should have listened to you. You have a very good head on your shoulders. However, that doesn't mean there won't be other proposals." He told me. Well no shit.
"Thank you, Sir. Now may we go upstairs? I have some unpacking to do." Violet said.
"Of course. There is nothing else scheduled for tonight, so he is allowed to leave. Just make sure you're with him." He ordered. "And please refer to me as Leo. Since you're protecting my son, you're like family now." He added. Violet smiled and nodded.
Anita looked between the two of us. "I don't know what's going on, here, but I saw that little handshake. I'm watching you two." She said, eyeing the both of us.
"There's nothing to worry about, Anita. Don't you trust me?" I asked in an innocent voice.
She sighed. "You're too damn cute." She muttered, "Fine, fine! You're off the hook for now. But I'm telling you, be careful and don't do anything stupid." She warned, before turning and leaving.
"So I know what I'm going to ask of you for my favor, but I'm telling you that you won't like it." Violet said, after brushing past me.
"What do you want?" I asked, as we entered my room.
"For you to set up a good couple of hours this week to meet my little sister." She said quickly. I walked ahead of her but stopped and looked back...thats it?
"That's all?"
Violet rolled her eyes, "Yeah, that's all. Unless you want me to make a list." She said, smiling.
I sighed in relief. "No, it's okay. I'd love to meet your sister."
"Good. Then it's settled. I'm taking my break now." Violet brushed past me to grab a sweatshirt but I grabbed her elbow. Her vampiristic instinct took control and she attempted flip me over but she ended up bring both of us down. Fighting for control, I ended up letting her win --purposely-- and she stradled my waist.
"What did I tell you about touching me?!" She growled. I rolled us over and realized that Violet's beautiful gold eyes turned black; meaning she was thirsty. To bad I'm not scared of vampires.
"What did say about telling me what to do?" I said. She closed her eyes,
"That's irrelevant. Get off, now." Violet said quietly, I won't let her suffer. I listened and got off of her.
"I'm going to get dinner, I'll be back in an hour. Please, just stay here." She ordered.
I smiled. "Sure. I'll just go through your stuff." I hope she know's by now not to doubt me. I didn't know what Violet did next cause I thumped down and sat in Indian style and zipped open her bag. Looking through it, I saw some beautiful shirts, my favorite was a silky blue one, then I saw some pants--that were all black-- and tank tops.
The mike that was one the side of my door buzzed. I groaned and got up to answer the call.
"Alexander speaking."
"Sonny, it's Anita; do you want anything to eat or drink?"
"No--wait, can you bring me up some juice laced with some vodka or something?"
"Sure, I'll have someone send it up."
I sat back down and went through her clothes. I found dresses and lots of other clothes. Does she really wear these? I tried picturing Violet in a bright pink stomach cut shirt that was a V neck but just couldn't put the image together.
Three knocks sounded on my door, "Prince? I have your drink for you, sir."
"Just come in." He handed me my drink and I tasted it, trust Anita to make my drinks right on spot.
"Thank you." He nodded and walked out the door. I put my drink on the marble floor as I went through some more clothes. I was in the midst of swallowing a sip, but I spit it out when I saw some...very sexy lingerie. A black corset with red frills. It was strapless and filled with gothic looking belts. The next piece was a baby blue top that was...only lace. Nothing else. The piece after that was a catwoman type leather straps that wrapped around the breast area, a cloth of loose leather hung down enough to tighten around her...well downstairs and became a thong then attached on her tailbone. I stopped right there, enough of those. I stuffed everything back in and pushed it away.
Violet has a...strange imagination.
I finished my drink and sat on my bed, I picked up the book I was reading and layed my back against the backboard.
For about a half an hour, I was lost in the world full of letters and then realized...I needed to shower. I stripped off my shirt and threw it on the bed. I closed my eyes and stretched my wings out.
Now imagine this; you've been in a small small room where you can only sit in one position all day, and you finally are able to get out after hmm maybe 5 hours? 6 hours? Then you get out and stretch, can you imagine the relief that runs through you?
Well I can. My wings fluttered out and I heard the ruffling of the feathers. Then I got up and went to the bathroom. Stripping off the rest of the clothing, I let myself relax against the water.
I heard Violet enter the room, and decided...it's time to get out. I wrapped a towel around my lower waist and walked out. The water dripped off my hair and down my chest, and... I know, that all girls get turned on by that; even that one that thinks she loathes me. I was smiling..until I noticed she was a messy eater, so I spoke my thoughts.
"You're a messy eater."
"This isn't from my dinner." She snapped before using her inhuman speed and going into the bathroom.
"Then why do you have blood on you?" I said, knowing she could hear me through the door. I didn't get a reply so I just walked away and ordered the same drink from a different boy this time. Then before he came I put on some pajama bottoms. Quickly finishing my drink, I heard Violet whisper to herself before walking...then stopping...then walking again..then stopping. What in the world? (AN, parts like this is where I suggested you go check out this same story but in Violet's POV on imagination57's profile)
The door opened just a crack and I saw a gold eye peeking out. I looked up from my bed and caught her eye.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Don't look at me. Look up at the ceiling, and don't look at me no matter what." She ordered.
"You can't-" I started,
"Now!" She snapped. Violet stared at me intensly thinking I was going to give in, really? Does she think I'm that much of a prude?
"Are you going to come out yet?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"Just don't look." She persisted. I rolled my eyes and looked at the door. Fine, I'm a nice guy, that's why I won't look. "You didn't look, did you?"
I didn't reply but rolled my shoulder's, the --now-- healed wing was cramped up and not loosening up.
"When did this get here?" Violet asked, motioning towards the basket that said 'Violet'.
"Esmerelda left it." I said, but I didn't meet her eyes, instead I saw the bite marks on her arm. Demon. "So you met up with a demon?" I checked out the rest of her body just in case if she had any other damage.
"Four." Violet said shrugging. I smiled,
"You act as if you just did something simple like cleaning the toilets."
Violet smiled, "More like taking out the trash."
We both laughed then stopped, I could tell she was thinking the same thing I was; did we just get along? Violet straightened up, "So sorry I was late, I just got caught up in it." She smiled as she recalled her night. Ahh, so I'm not the only one who loves killing.
"I hope you got to eat." I said kindly. Violet looked bewildered.
"I did. Now, you should be going to sleep. You have a long day ahead of you."
What am I supposed to say, yes mom? I looked her over, "What about you? Aren't you tired?"
I smiled in victory as I made her remember she was tired and in result to that, Violet yawned.
"Don't worry about it, my prince." She said, sarcastically. I narrowed my eyes.
"I'd prefer if you call me Alexander." I stated.
"And I'd prefer to be out of here. Looks like we're both going to be disappointed, Princey." Violet said smartly. A smirk spread across her face as she saw my agitation. She was asking for it. In one swift second my window was open and before she realized what was happening, I held Violet by one arm and dangled her out my window. We both knew that the reason she was pissed wasn't because she was scared of heights, no it was because I had complete control.
"Well, you're out of the castle now. So I guess that means you can call me by my name." I said, smirking.
"Whatever you say, Prince Alexander."
"It's just Alexander."
"Fine, have it your way, Just Alexander." She said, still hanging out the window. I furrowed my eyebrows as I was reminded of someone. Who? But it quickly came to me.
Lydia.
"So are we going to do this all night? Or are you going to drop me or something?" Violet asked. I silently pulled her back up and got into bed. I closed my eyes and fought to not show any anger, or sorrow for myself.
I felt the bed indent beside me and then I heard Violet whisper,
"Goodnight Alexander."
Goodnight Violet. I thought to myself. And in the back of my head, someone was also saying goodbye. A voice I can't hear any longer. A voice I longed for, the voice of the one I had loved. And she was saying something to me,
"Goodbye Alexander..."