A/N: Okay, so you all know that this is only half the story. If you didn't, you know now! Anyways, we left off with Violet being paired with our dearest Alexander. What will happen next? Stop reading this and find out! Oh, btw, in case you haven't heard, I'm writing a different story with Hira called Behind Closed Doors! Check it out! - Sam
Here's How It's Going To Be
Did I ever tell you I hate my life? No? Well, I do. I really hate it. It just keeps getting worse and worse! I try to do good, I really do. After my father died, I swore to hunt the horrid demons that killed him. And I have been. But now, I'm wasting my time protecting some dumbass who can't even clean up after himself, instead of doing my original job! The worst part is, I don't exactly know what I'm suppose to be doing!
So him, sitting on his almighty throne, as I stood before him, just made my life that much worse. I swear he's mocking me.... "Hello, dearest Prince. My name is Violet, and I will be your protector." I said, politely. I even curtsied, a little. Now I know what you're thinking. If you hate the hot shmuck so much, why the hell are you being nice? Easy answer: People are watching.
I could see he was shocked on my politeness. Haha don't expect it to stick around buddy. "Well, Violet..." He trailed, taking one step towards me. Uh oh. What is he doing?!?! He took my hand, like he did in the field, and kissed it. Only this time, he knew for sure he wasn't going to get smacked. I hate him. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He said, smiling victoriously. Ugh! I feel so helpless! This is why I don't like angels! Stupid, sexy man just showing I can't hurt him here. Grrrr!
He let me go, and offered me to sit in have a seat, I could even sit in his throne. He's joking, right? "Funny." I said, a bit sarcastically. I made it seem like I was just joking around like we were good friends, though, because if I said it full out sarcastically and added a glare I'd be in big trouble. Sitting in his throne would also get me in trouble...
He shrugged. "It's not that big of a deal." He told me. And for some reason, I believed he actually meant that. Huh....weird...
"No, thanks." I said, dismissively. Who knows, though. He might be pulling one over on me or something... I turned and looked through the crowd for King Vladimir. Either way, I'm getting out of this....
"Alexander! Miranda's father just told me that you have displeased his daughter. And-" King Laire started, before he noticed me. That's not his real name. He has a first name, but I don't care for angels, so I didn't bother learning it. So to me, he's King Laire....it's that or King of the stupid. Whichever your prefer. "You're Violet, aren't you? You're a lot younger than I exepcted." He stated, putting it lightly. Yeah, I'm nineteen. Like justnineteen. Which is really young for vampires, considering the people I work with are really in their hundreds and they're still young to most of the vampire community. So I'm wicked young! And the strongest, which says a lot.
I held my head up high. "I'll take that as a compliment, your majesty." I said, smiling furtively. Everyone knows the whole thing with girls trying to look young and everything. This will lighten it up and make him more apt to letting me switch for someone else. Well, either that or it'll make him more excited for me to protect his son. It's a chance, but I'll take it. You have to take risks in life...
The king chuckled. "Oh please, call me Leo." He smiled. Leo? Like the zodiac sign? Jesus Christ, I hope for his sake that's not his full name or I'll be having way too much fun making fun of it later.
I smiled. "Sure. Have you seen King Valdimir? I have to speak to him. It's rather important." I said, glancing at Alexander quickly. Yup, it's about you buddy! I'm outta here!
He pointed towards the exit where the people who were just watching this whole thing stood. Some were the protector's families with their stuff, some were protector trainee's, and others were just bystanders. "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. Goodbye? How long is this thing! Damn, I need to listen better!
"Yes, Sir." I said, bowing my head. He coughed. Right. "I mean...Leo." I said, uncertainly. Angels are fucking weird.
He smiled happily, until he looked at Alexander. He looked pissed. Ahahahahaha you're dad likes me better! This made me happy, so when I walked over to King Vladimir I was in a good mood. Well, until I remembered the whole reasons I even saw 'Leo' up close.
"Sir, may I speak to you?" I asked through gritted teeth. The king knew very well not to keep me waiting or I would cause a scene, so he brought me into a separate room. Ironically, it was the same room our friend Leo and his son were arguing in. Interesting...
I looked away from them. "You set me up with the one guy I hate almost as much as stupid demons." I hissed.
King Vladimir sighed. "You two are the strongest, I had no choice. And I doubt you hate him that much." He said, bitterly. Okay, I hate demons a lot more. But I also hate angels. And on my angel list Alexander was SO on the top!
"You do have a choice! You're a king! I don't care if it takes begging, switching, a demotion, anything just get me out of this!" I growled, throwing a quick look in the direction of Alexander. He was in a heated argument with his father, but not heated enough to keep him from looking away...and noticing I was there. His eyes sparkled with interest, and I glared at him. Stupid bastard.
"I don't think that's possible, but I'll try." King Vladimir said, a bit loud. What? Did he already say it once?
I let out all the anger. "Thank you." I said, politely. No need to make a scene.
Leo looked over, confused. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but it's a bit important. Could I have a word?" King Vladimir asked. Yes! He's on my side, and he's gonna help me! Wheeee!
Leo nodded. "We'll finish this when I'm done." He warned Alexander. Dun, dun, duuunnn. Wonder what they were fighting about...
"Well I can just-" I started.
"Stay here, Violet. I said I'll try." King Vladimir reminded me. Right.
A couple minutes after the two kings left out yet another door, I was headed towards it to listen. Well, until that gorgeous Alexander grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. "How about you update me on what's going on in that room, instead of spying for the outcome." Alexander suggested. Hmmm.... no.
I twisted my arm so I could grap his. Once I had his arm I twisted it so he let go of mine and continued twisting so he could feel just a bit of pain. Probably not much, but it gets the point across. "Don't touch me, don't tell me what to do." I hissed. I released him, then stepped back. I was too close to him.
Instead of being mad, he was amused. "You shouldn't tell a Prince what to do." He told me, pulling the authority card. There's a lot of things I shouldn't do, but I do them anyways! So ha! Suck it!
I smirked. "Rules were made to be broken." I stated. And it's true. Rules never help anyone, if anything they are a restriction. I swear they were made just so we wouldn't follow them. Maybe as guidelines to the good people...but not a bible. That's just crazy!
He raised his eyebrows, and smiled beautifully. "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." He recited. Oh really?
I rolled my eyes. "And that's gone so well, your majesty!" I said sarcastically. The smile disappeared and he was starting to look a bit agitated. Hot guy on the edge! Let's push him! "If these rules supposedly keep us all safe, why is there a war going on? Why are things falling apart?" I asked, knowing he had no answer. "Exactly. Rules do nothing, my prince." I said, in a sickly sweet voice.
I must have been having too much fun with this whole thing, because I didn't see how pissed off he was until I was up against the wall. Literally. "What do you expect from me, huh? What do you want?" growled. Touchy subject?
Alexander was wicked close, and his sweet blood called to me. But I ignored any thoughts of biting him, and decided to give him some advice. "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 suppose to." I told him, allowing him to leave me pinned. "As for you, I want absolutely nothing to do with your or your kind. So do me a favor, and back off." I said, fiercely.
He smirked and leaned closer. "Not a chance." he whispered, sending a chill down my spine. How can he make me feel like that? More importantly, what exactly is that feeling?
I sighed. "Fine, I warned you." I said, not caring. I moved my leg like I was going to kick him in the groin, but then I slammed my head against his. The hit moved him back just enough so I could kick his chest. He flew back a couple feet but quickly regained his balance. I stood my ground, and waited for an attack but one never came. Instead, he was staring at me. Like, really staring. What's his motive? What kind of attack is this? Freak out the opponent? If that's the case, it's working very well.
Strangely, I couldn't help but stare back. As I did, I looked him over good. He really did have a nice body. Lots of upper arm strength from the looks of it, and very nice abs. He wasn't shirtless (-sigh-) but you could still see their outline through his shirt. His hair was a bit messy, probably from me, but it just made him that much more sexy. And his eyes....
I need to pull myself together! I'm acting like some stupid hormonal teenager! At the same time, we both snapped out of whatever the hell was going on. I like to think he snapped out a couple seconds before me, because he ended up tackling me to the floor. Oh yeah, you heard me right. Apparently someone's still upset over the whole me kicking him in the chest thing....
His whole body hovered over mine, barely touching. He could be crushing me with his weight right now, and instead he's just hovering like he doesn't want to hurt me. WTF?! "I think we got off on the wrong foot in the meadow. And just a few minutes ago. Maybe we should start over." He suggested.
I tried to push him off to the side, but he didn't budge. Ahh he's strong. I sighed, momentarily giving up. "Or maybe we can just get your father and the king of my kind to agree on letting me be switched somewhere else." I told him. That's a pretty nice compromise if you ask me.
He got off me, and offered to help me up. I got up on my own and gave him a weary look. Why did he just let me up? What if I'm still mad? Not that I am, just what if?! "That's up to them, not us. And even if it was..." Alexander trailed. He smiled brilliantly at me. He has a nice smile....well, for an angel. "What makes you think I want you to be switched somewhere else?" he asked, seductively. I'm not liking where this is going....
"What makes you think I care what you want?" I asked, smirking just a bit. ...but why not play his little game?
He chuckled. "I can see that you don't care. However, in my kingdom, it doesn't matter. I get the final say, right?" he asked, knowing the answer. My eyes narrowed at the mention of his power. He wastes it foolishly too. Instead of commanding people to get him a fluffy pillow he should be finding a way to create peace. Or exterminate the demons. Whichever comes first.
I have a feeling he knows that he's bothering me. So I will just have to level the playing field.... "Oh Princey." I sighed. He looked agitated at the mention of his rank. I put my hand on my chest, feigning a look of concern. "What is it, my dearest Prince? Was it something I said, your highness?" I asked, getting him more irritated. Ah so he doesn't like the little names. Princey, your highness, etc. Does he feel they make him weaker? Or does he think they just sound dumb, like I do?
He composed himself....just in time for Leo and King Vladimir to walk in. "Come on, my son. We have things to discuss on the way towards the funding meeting." Leo ordered, pulling Alexander along. I smiled and waved. See ya!
Once the angel royalty was out of the room, King Vladimir spoke, "I'm sorry, Violet."
I blinked. Sorry? Not liking the sound of this.... "King Leonard and I came to the conclusion that you and Prince Alexander are the example the others will be following. If we allow you two to change partners, not only does it show weakness, but other complaints will rise." He told me. Oh shit!
I ran my hands through my hair. "I don't think I can do this." I stated, starting to shake a little. This prince drives me crazy. I hate him with a passion....but there's another part of me that's awakened and is attracted to this mysterious man.
The king put his hands on my shoulders in an attempt to calm me down. "You've mastered years of training within months. You've fought three demons, single handed, and came out without one scratch. You've participated in many grand attacks on the demons, all of which you came out with little to no damage. You're the vampire's greatest fighter." He listed. "But you can't protect an Angel Prince for just a while?" He asked, doubtfully. When you put it like that...
I sighed. "Okay, so I can. But I don't want to. He's arrogant and full of himself." I whined. Yeah, I know I sound like a brat. But I really can't stand Alexander, and I don't think anything good will come of this.
The King sighed. "You're young, I realize this. Try not to let your emotions get the best of you, though. Treat him like you would an opponent." He suggested.
"So you want me to kick his ass?" I asked, doubtfully. I mean, I can't guarantee that I would actually win. But it would be pretty evenly matched. And I would also be breaking a million rules (you're not suppose to touch his royal highness, cause him pain, blah blah blah) and then I would probably be given the death penalty. He has to mean something else...
The King put his head in his hands. "No, I want you to keep your emotions bottled up. Just bring him where he has to go and keep an eye out for demons. You don't even have to talk to him." He explained. Ohhhh! That makes sense!
I smiled. "That sounds easy." I said, happily. My pal, the King, sighed in relief. "So how long am I going to be watching him for? One seven hour shift a day?" I asked, curiously. Seven hours is my usual time I work and hunt for demons. Of course, I do a lot of side work. But that's the amount I get paid for. So this will be kinda like baby-sitting an angel...hehe...
King Vladimir looked nervous again. Uh oh. "Three, actually." He corrected. Um, did I just hear that right? Three a DAY?!
"That only leaves me one hour between shifts! How am I going to eat, sleep and hunt for demons?!" I exclaimed, getting worked up.
"You'll be eating at the castle. They have blood bags for our kind stored here. You will be able to sleep every three days, just at the castle instead of your house. And you can hunt demons with Prince Alexander." He answered calmly. How can he calmly tell me he's about to ruin my life?!
I put my hands on my head and took deep breathes so I wouldn't attack him. I just have to keep my cool, yeah. That's it. Just chill. It's not like this arrangement is permanent. "What about my stuff?" I asked, through gritted teeth.
The King relaxed as he realized that the worst was over. "Your sister is out there with your mother. They have all your items." He replied. Ew, my mother?
I put my hands by my side, and straightened up. "Alright. That's all, I guess." I stated.
He smiled. "Are you sure you don't have anymore questions?" He asked. Yeah but they mostly consist of 'What the hell is wrong with you?' and 'Are you trying to become my enemy?'. Of course, both are immature, so they just won't do.
I shook my head. "I'm going to go see my family. Thank you for trying." I said, before turning on my heel and heading to my next nightmare.
My mother.
"Violet! Violet!" Kiara called. Kiara is my little sister. Well, half sister. We share the same horrid mother. Well, horrid to me. Kiara loves mother. Then again, I was the one left, not her. We're nothing alike. I have my mother's thick, dark, brown hair and I put purple highlights in it (thought it would be funny, considering my name. plus, it looks cool) while she has her father's thin, black hair. However, she has my mother's light brown eyes while I have gold eyes. Yup, you heard me right. My eyes are gold. Which is weird, because my father's eyes weren't gold. My father use to say it's because I'm unique and that's just proof, but I think it's because I'm weird.
Kiara and I don't just differ in looks. Our personalities are way different too. She's like most girls. She loves shopping, texting and is completely boy crazy. She has that happy-go-lucky attitude. Me? I'm told I have a bad attitude. I hate shopping, think texting is a waste of time when you can just call someone, and haven't really looked at any guys. Except that hot, mysterious Alexander....what's his deal anyways?
"Violet!" Kiara shrieked. Oh, right.
I ran over, and gave my sister a hug. We're very different, but I still care about her. Even though she can be obnoxious....
"I'm right here, chill out." I told her, as I pulled back. I looked around, not seeing my mother. Huh...she was here a minute ago...oh well!
She smiled. "Mom told me to pack all your stuff because you're being paired up. And at first, I felt bad for you because you would like have to work a lot. But now I find out your protecting the prince, and I'm wicked jealous!" she rambled. Jealous?
"Oh no, not you too! Come on, he's not even in our race!" I scolded.
Kiara just giggled like any other thirteen year old would. "He's still drop-your-pants-and-jump-him GORGEOUS!" she laughed. That's a bit over the top....and I thought I was bad...
I shook my head, smiling. "Sometimes I doubt we're related." I told her.
She smiled. "I know, sometimes I do too! Because, you like all that icky fighting. And I never really got it. Well, until now. I mean, hot guys to protect? No wonder you were so serious! Now I'm not going to be ashamed to say I'm your sister!" she said, happily. I'm sure she meant that to be a compliment, but it didn't really come out that way. Ugh.
"Kiara, I don't fight just to work with guys. I fight because I love fighting." I told her.
She frowned. "My idea sounds better." she whined. Maybe in your little world...
I sighed. "How about this. Even though I'm only suppose to protect the Prince, maybe I can work something out so you can meet him. And instead of telling your friends about me working to protect him, you can tell them all about how you met him." I suggested. Bet it would annoy that stupid, gorgeous boy. And score me sister points!
She dropped all my stuff and jumped on me. "If you could do that I would love you forever!" she squealed in delight.
I laughed and detached myself. "I'll try. Maybe in a couple of days or so. I'll let you know after I talk to him, okay?" I verified.
She nodded her head and gave me another hug. "Thanks, Violet. Call me when you can!" she exclaimed, before handing me my stuff and running off.
I just smiled and headed off to find Leo. But on the way, I saw my mother.
See, my mother and I don't have a relationship. Yeah, I've been living with her since my father died. But we haven't even spoken. Sounds weird, doesn't it? Well, when you're mother is a bitch and you're not good enough for her so she leaves you behind to start a new life, and then you are forced to live with each other again because of a tragic death and you have no other relatives, it's easiest to actually not speak.
So why she wanted to break that now, was beyond me. "Your father would be proud of you." She told me.
I shook my head and laughed without humor. "For protecting the Angel Prince? Maybe. For being a fighter? Not at all." I said, my voice cold. I could honestly say I didn't feel bad for being rude to her. I can't help but think if she had just stayed that my dad could still be alive...maybe he wouldn't have gone to work that night.... Regardless, things happened the way they did. And she meant nothing to me. She doesn't even remember how much he hated the violence, how much he wanted to keep me out of it...
"He wouldn't admit it, but he would be. You've become someone. People know your name." She said, distantly. "You've made yourself strong. He would want you to be strong." She added.
"Shut up!" I growled. "I think I know my own father. You know, the one you left? Yeah, he changed. After the pain you put us through, he wanted to protect me from the world. If I got strong on the way, he'd be happy. But he would never approve of me actively fighting in a war." I hissed.
She looked hurt, but I couldn't find it in my heart to care. "That may be true, but you are his daughter. He would back up your decisions, no matter what." She stated. I hate to admit it, but she's right there.
"That doesn't mean it's right." I stated. "Although, I don't tend to do the right things, do I? Huh, must get that from you. I didn't do the right things to keep you as my mother, and you didn't do the right thing by leaving." I retorted. I knew it was probably not the time, but oh well. It's not my burden to deal with anymore. It's hers.
"Violet-" She started, but I turned and left her there. Fuck her!
I went over to where the throne was, with my stuff, and just people watched. Families were saying their goodbyes and co-workers said goodbye while I just watched. After a half hour, the room started to clear and I was just about to give up and leave when I heard a voice ask, "Are you Violet?"
I turned and looked at who was speaking. She was just a servant girl, maybe the head one from the looks of it. She smiled warmly at me. "You are, aren't you? Well, my name is Anita and I've come to take you to King Leonard." She said, still smiling. She's a servant? How can she be so damn happy?
"Lead the way." I said, picking up my stuff and following her. As we walked through the hallway mazes, I remembered each and every turn. Might as well start learning the routes now...
We came to a dinning room. Only, it was probably as big as my mother's the head of the table, was the King himself. I followed Anita over to him.
"I fetched her like you asked, My Lord." She said, curtsying.
"Very good. You are dismissed, Anita." He said, and with a wave of the hand, she was off. "How are you, young Violet? Have you accepted what your task is?" Kind Leo asked. I'll never truly accept it, mister!
I smiled. "Indeed." I answered. But that's what he wants to hear.
He smiled. "Wonderful! Now, I can quickly show you where the kitchen is and then I'll bring you up to Alexander's room. He doesn't have much after the meeting he's in, tonight." Leo told me, as he lead me through the castle.
I got to see the kitchen and the million routes to get to the kitchen. As I was showed this, King Leo also told me what I had to do first. Because apparently, guarding his son just wasn't enough. No, I had to make sure he didn't fly out any windows or skip any of his duties. Can't get any worse right?
"Oh, and you'll be sleeping in the same bed on the days that you sleep." The King stated, as he brought me to Alexander's room. Wrong!
My eyes narrowed. "You're kidding, right?" I asked, praying to whomever was listening that he was.
However, my prayers were not answered. "No, no. We need you with him at all times. Plus, I trust that nothing will go on between the two of you. Considering you wanted to switch and everything." He stated. Um, I resent your implications! I'm more worried about stabbing him while I'm sleeping, then getting in trouble for it! Plus, the whole thing is just awkward!
I sighed. "I understand." I said, solemnly. Lie.
He smiled. "All is well then. Now, listen here, Miss Violet. Once Alexander comes back, which should be any minute now, please bring him to the meeting room where my throne is. Make sure he gets there." He ordered. Okay?
I nodded my head, and the Angel King smiled and left. I looked around the room. Besides the one door I came in, there was another door that I'm assuming lead to the bathroom. I decided to go in there and put my toothbrush (in a labeled bag, thank god), hairbrush, etc in the bathroom. As for my clothes, I just put the bag next to his beauro. No need to really unpack, I don't have any clothes that get wicked wrinkled or anything. I just have comfortable clothes, that just so happen to be in dark colors.
I looked around the huge bedroom that looked like it was hardly even touched. Must have a maid...no guy I have ever met could have a room this clean...my room wasn't even this clean....as a matter of fact I don't know anyone who has a room this clean....
Alexander opened the door and the minute he walked in his eyes caught mine. We had a silent stare down for at least five minutes, before I decided to break it. "Well, Princey, looks like you get what you want today. You're stuck with me as your protector." I said, smirking. If I was going to be tortured by this...he's going down with me.
He twitched. Good. It wasn't until he started towards me that I decided to tell him about his father's command. "Oh, and we're required to be downstairs. Like, now." I added, making him stop dead in his tracks.
"Do you know why?" He asked, cautiously. I shook my head. "How about we just don't go then." He suggested. So you don't want to go?
"We're going." I stated, as I brushed past him towards the door that lead to the hallway. I waited by the door for him. He sighed and followed. I brought him to the meeting room, just like I was asked. And boy, was I a bit shocked to see this.
I've seen slutty girls before. They're everywhere, in every race. But this girl, was themost slutty I've seen yet. She had on the tightest, shortest dress ever made that left very little to the imagination. She had that light blonde hair that everyone knew was unnatural, and had the make-up and high heeled shoes of a total hooker. Hooker Barbie!!!!! Angel version!
The girl wasn't alone though. Leo stood with some other man (I'm going to assume it's her dad or something), but he stepped forward once we walked in. "Alexander, I believe you have something to clear up with Miranda. We'll leave you to it." He ordered, giving a stern look.
This Miranda chick took one good look at me and frowned in distaste. Probably because I'm wearing comfortable, dark clothes while she can barely walk. It's a fashion crime! Oh no! She quickly turned her attention to Alexander and she went on about pointless things like shoes and shit. I just tuned it out until I heard...
"My daddy said that you reconsidered us getting betrothed?" she said, leaning over in his throne to show her cleavage. Marriage? To this ho?
"Spritzer." I muttered under my breath, as I leaned up against the back wall. Bet your wondering what the hell a spritzer is. Well...it's a word I made up. It means slut. But it sounds more cool.
Alexander gave me a look. I think he heard me...oh well, he doesn't know what it means. He realized I wasn't going to explain myself, so he looked back at her. And she was texting. Typical. He gritted his teeth. "My father and I discussed it and we thought that maybe-" He started, but I cut him off.
"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." I told her. What can I say? I don't think the guy deserves that much torture. Being married to Spritzer Barbie is just too cruel, even for me.
She looked at me disgusted. "What are you going to do? Bite me, you vampire freak?" She asked in her annoying high pitched voice.
I 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." I said, happily, as I walked closer to her.
She looked revolted. But scared. Good. "You're Violet, aren't you?" She asked. Huh, she's not a complete moron.
I smiled and took another step closer. "The one and only." I said, sweetly.
Her eyes widened and she pushed herself back in the 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. Huh, she must have heard some stories. Or she knows I meant every word I said up there. Regardless, she's off my case.
I stopped. "It's up to the Prince if you should be spared or not." I said, turning to Alexander who looked a bit surprised. I'll make you look good....like the hero..... And hopefully you'll think about meeting Kiara.
Alexander smiled his beautiful smile 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." He said, politely. What happened next is pretty hilarious. Normally, girls run off crying because they aren't wanted. This girl got on her knees in front of him, kissed his feet and thanked him for saving her life. Like I would actually kill her and then die all because of some stupid little twit? I don't think so!
He brought her to her feet and lead her to the door. He watched her leave for a moment, before turning to me. "Why did you do that?" He asked, curiously. Well at least he's not pissed.... "And what on Earth is a spritzer?" He added. Ahahah he did hear! Too bad I'm not telling him.
I crossed my arms. "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?" I explained. "Plus, you owe me now." I added, smiling.
He raised his eyebrows. "I never asked you to do that for me." He reminded me. But I did!
"Don't act like you weren't secretly pleased as I scared the shit out of her." I teased. "And now, I got you out of a marriage. That's two. So, I guess that means you owe me two favors now." I said, brightly. Haha this is kinda fun.
He chuckled. "Fine, one favor." He agreed. "As long as you clear all this up with my father." He added. Right, it was Leo's idea, not his. Hmm...
I held out my hand and he shook it. "Deal." I agreed, just as the doors opened and someone entered. Well this doesn't look suspicious...
"Alexander! What is going on?" Anita asked, in a motherly voice. Wow, that's out of line for a servant. High five Anita!
Alexander looked back and smiled. "About what, Anita?" He asked, innocently. Psht, doubt that will work.
Anita's eyes narrowed. "Miranda left looking a bit pale. She called off the proposal idea. Your father is upset." She told him. "So that leads us to you. What have you done?" She asked. Hahah I could let him take the blame....
King Leo entered as I stepped forward in front of Alexander. "He did nothing. It was her." I told them. Then again, I really could use that little favor.
King Leo, who looked like he was going to kill someone, calmed down instantly. "What do you mean it was her?" He asked, confused.
I glanced at Alexander, who was staring intently at me. I looked back at Leo. "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." I explained. The best part is, I didn't lie. I just left out the part where I threatened to chop of her hands, cut our her voice box and drink her blood. You know, I just figured they were minor, minor details that weren't really necessary for him to hear about.
Anita raised her eyebrows. Shocked that Alexander is the innocent one, are we? Leo 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 me, before turning to his son. "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 Alexander. Alexander looked irritated at this. You can only have so many easy girls, right?
"Thank you, Sir. Now may we go upstairs? I have some unpacking to do." I lied. Why am I doing this? Can't I just let Alexander and his dad battle it out? Why am I saving his ass again?
"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. Great, one bad family wasn't enough?
I just smiled and nodded my head. With that, he left to do King duties or something.
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. What?
My jaw dropped and Alexander just chuckled. "There's nothing to worry about, Anita. Don't you trust me?" He asked, using his beautiful smile and gorgeous eyes on her.
She sighed. "You're too damn cute." She muttered. Ha, you're telling me. "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. Haha I like her.
I brushed past Alexander on my way to his room. "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." I told him as he walked beside me. His eyes got dark, but he looked ahead. Okay, so I probably made it sound a lot worse than it actually is. I mean, it's just my sister. He's probably worried I'm going to have him do something else, because basically he has to do whatever I want regardless. I mean, he doesn't have to, but he will. Because he actually follows rules and will go through with whatever he had promised. Too bad I'm not actually going to use this for something REALLY good....
"What do you want?" He asked, as we entered his room.
I sighed. "For you to set up a good couple of hours this week to meet my little sister." I said, quickly.
He did a double take. "That's all?" He asked, surprised. Well, I could always add stuff....
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, that's all. Unless you want me to make a list." I said, smiling.
He sighed in relief. "No, it's okay. I'd love to meet your sister." He said, politely. Hahah he says that now.
"Good. Then it's settled. I'm taking my break now." I said, happily. I went to get a sweatshirt from my bag when I felt an arm grab me. My first instinct was to flip over my attacker, but that didn't go so well since he brought me down with him. We both rolled over, fighting for control. With luck on my side, I managed to stradle him. "What did I tell you about touching me?!" I growled. It's not just because I hate his guts, but my first reaction is to attack! And clearly his is too, because he fought back!
He rolled us over so he was on top. Mmm...I just noticed how close he is...and how thirsty I am.... "What did say about telling me what to do?" He retorted, angerly. His breath smells good....I wonder what his blood tastes like...is it just as sweet??
No! I have to stop or I'll bite him. I closed my eyes. "That's irrelevant. Get off, now." I said, quietly. The most weird thing happened....he listened!
I got up quickly and using vampire speed I had my sweatshirt on and my hair brushed and up. "I'm going to get dinner, I'll be back in an hour. Please, just stay here." I ordered. Did I really just say please? Oh god, I am truly hungry!
He smiled. "Sure. I'll just go through your stuff." He joked. Well, I hope he was joking. Why would he want to go through my stuff anyways? I don't have any sexy clothes or anything. Well, unless you count the lace undergarments as sexy clothing, but it's not like anyone knows I have that except Kiara!
I didn't feel like going through all the doors and hallways, so I just opened the window and jumped down. I could feel Alexander watching me as I gracefully landed on my feet and walked like nothing happened. Want to know if I have grace? Well I do! Are you surprised?
I ran to the border and got there just in time to see a business man walking in the streets. Well, stupid, you're now vampire food. I ran so fast to him it looked like I just appeared out of no where and in response he jumped. I smiled and retracted my fangs. He gasped. "Please, don't hurt me. I have a wife and two kids. I'm the only one working if you get rid of me then-" he rambled.
"Shhh." I said, softly. "I'm not going to kill you." I added. He still looked nervous, so I used compulsion on him. Compulsion is a vampire thing. We can make our preys do what we want contrary to their will. Makes it easier on them and on us.
"This will only feel great." I purred. He relaxed even more and I leaned over his neck and tore open his skin. Warm, sugary goodness entered my mouth and I swallowed as much as I desired. As much as I was enjoying this, he was enjoying it twice as much. A vampire's bite is additive to humans. It's enticing. Well, until we reach the point where we start killing him. Then it hurts like a bitch and they kick and scream.
But, I wasn't going to let it get that far. Don't get me wrong, I have before (I hadn't eaten for days) and part of me didn't want to stop now. However, this man had kids. My father was taken away from me, and I just couldn't do that to those kids.
I slowly retracted my fangs, and licked the access blood to stop it from bleeding. After being bit by a vampire, the mark didn't just go away. No, it would be just like any other cut after. His body would have to heal itself. The venom would probably disable it from healing a bit longer than if he had just stabbed himself with an object, but it should be gone within weeks.
The human was still in a slight daze, and I picked up his briefcase he had dropped. As I handed it over, he snapped back into reality. And...he was grateful. "Thank you for not..." He trailed. It's not for you, pal.
"Get out of here before I change my mind." I said, coldly. I got what I wanted, no need to be nice.
The man ran off, and I was left alone with my thoughts.
The state of my life? Not good. I'm doing the most annoying task I have ever had, but I believe I have the upper hand so far. Still....Alexander is....well, what is he to me? I mean, I am clearly attracted to his body. He's very handsome. But....there's so much I don't know about him.
And I don't like not knowing things.
I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Max's number. Max is an acquaintance. I was in the same training class as him, until I excelled further than him and eventually left him behind. We talk occasionally, but he's busy with finishing up his training and I'm so busy with working that we never really get to. "Hello?" Max answered.
"Hey, Max. It's Violet. You're still doing all the paper work and filling aside from training, right?" I asked. Max is also good with getting the stories not on paper. If there's any dirt, anything interesting about Alexander, Max can find it.
I heard a sigh on the other line. "You want me to look up someone, don't you?" He asked. Obviously!
"As a matter of fact I do. Please look up stuff on Prince Alexander, the angel."
"Oh yeah, I heard you're protecting him. Congrats, you'll probably get big money because you hate everything he stands for yet you're putting it aside for the better of all of us. Takes guts." Max commented. Yeah, everyone knows my views. But I never thought of it as brave for me to do that. Or that I'd get paid more. Huh....
"So you'll research him for me?" I verified.
"Of course. It'll take time to dig up everything about him, though. So it might take a couple months since I'm juggling other projects." He warned me. Well, it's better than nothing.
"Just as soon as you can. Once you complete your part, I'll owe you one." I told him. What can I say? I like being fair.
He chuckled. "Are you saying that to make me work faster or something? Taunting me with the fact that once I do something I'm good at, the famous, beautiful Violet Charest will owe me whatever my heart desires?" He asked. Yup, he's a bit dramatic like that. Amusing, maybe. But it gets old fast.
I smiled. "Famous and beautiful? Where the fuck is my award?" I joked.
He laughed. "I'll get the information you want and think up something you can give me in return. Until then, I'm sure you have something else you should be doing. So I won't hold you any longer. Bye, Violet." He said, happily.
"Bye Max. Thanks for your help." I said. I hung up and put the phone back in my pocket. I still had a half hour left, but I wasn't that thirsty anymore and I had no where to go. Guess I can go back to the castle...
However I ran into a problem on the way back. The minute I smelt a rusty, decaying scent I knew what I was up against.
Demons.
Four of them, to be exact. They fit their stereotypes quite nicely, with their red skin, horns and white eyes. Like, all white with no pupils. They had jagged, sharp teeth and all of them towered over me...but I wasn't scared.
"What is a pretty little girl doing out by herself at this time of night?" One asked in a scratchy, voice.
They started to slowly circle me. The feeling of being so close to death gave me that adrenaline rush I needed to get into killing mode. I just smiled.
"What's your name, precious?" Another asked, with that same, icky voice. Precious? What is this some Lord of the Rings moment?
Digging into my vampire strength, I shoved my fist through one of the demons heads. "My name's Violet." I said, extending my fangs. There was a short gasp followed by the three of them attacking me at once. Using my speed, I dodged two of them and knocked one on the ground. I got behind one and ripped his throat out and spit it on the ground. His body collapsed, but there was another right in his place. As I went to attack the one in front of me, the one I knocked over grabbed my leg, digging his nails in my ankle.
Irritated by this nonsense, I ripped my leg out of his grip and stepped on his hand. I then thrust my leg around and kicked the other one's head right off. Since there was only one left, I decided to have fun with him and torture him more. Yeah, it's probably bad for anyone to want to torture someone else. Which would explain why I don't have many boyfriends...
First, I crushed his general errr area. The demon screeched in pain, making me smile. Next, I slowly ripped off one part after another. Of course, he was clawing and scratching and shit, but it wasn't that bad. After awhile, I got bored with the creature and stomped on its head.
And unlike Alexander, I cleaned up! Because I have two hands that I actually use! Speaking of which...I'm a bit over an hour for my break....
I ran to the castle, with my hair a bit messed up and a couple of minor wounds, and got back up to Alexander's room as soon as I could. Hope Leo wasn't looking for me....
Once in the room, I saw my suitcase open. He really did go through my shit!....or did I leave it open? I shook away the thoughts. It doesn't matter. All I need to do is find the stupid sexy angel and then clean myself up.
He wasn't anywhere in the room, so I listened. The shower is running....
Well, he's there. So now all I have to do is....get clothes and wait for the bathroom? What if he doesn't come out with a towel on? Oh my god, what if I like it?!
I hit my head against the wall. Bad thoughts!
A moment later, out came Alexander with a towel on. There were still some water droplets in his hair, which slowly started dripping down his beautifully structured face. I just couldn't help but stare. He smiled...until he took in my appearance. "You're a messy eater." He commented. No I'm not!!! I never get anything on me, jerk!
"This isn't from my dinner." I snapped, before running into the bathroom. I locked the door, and stepped back.
"Then why do you have blood on you?" He asked, from the other side of the door. I decided to just ignore him. I undressed and hopped in the shower. The cuts on my leg stung, and so did the bite mark I had apparently gotten on my arm. That's what I get for not quickly killing him.
I finished my shower as quick as I could, and it wasn't until I got out all nice and clean that I realized I didn't have my clothes with me. I had dropped them when I saw Alexander all hot and fresh out of the shower. Stupid teenage hormones.
No matter, it's not that big of a deal. Alexander and I are both adults, here. He probably won't even look at me, considering I'm not his type. His type being blond and a complete slut. Although the slut part could be debatable since I'm about to go out in a towel that just barely covers all my lady parts....I'm so ashamed.
I opened the door just a crack, and peeked out to see how bad it would be. Alexander was laying on his bed and he caught my gaze. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"Don't look at me. Look up at the ceiling, and don't look at me no matter what." I ordered.
"You can't-" He started.
"Now!" I snapped. I waited for him to look away, but he didn't. He just stared at me, clearly not giving in. Ugh!!!! Stupid angel!
"Are you going to come out yet?" He asked, breaking the silence. I have no choice.
I glared at him. "Just don't look." I persisted. He rolled his eyes and looked at the door, but I had a feeling he was going to look anyways. Well, you don't know that. So just look anywhere but him....
I pushed the bathroom door open, and walked out in just a towel. As I got my clothes, I refused to look towards Alexander just in case he was looking. Once I picked up my clothes, I ran inside the bathroom and locked the door once again. "You didn't look, did you?" I asked, from behind the door.
He didn't answer. He's ignoring me. Great. Now I'll never know. I quickly got dressed and brushed my hair. I walked out, more calm and I put my dirty clothes in a laundry bin labeled 'Violet'. "When did this get here?" I asked .
"Esmerelda left it." He replied, his eyes focusing on my arm with the bite mark. "So you met up with a demon?" He asked, surveying me for any other damage.
"Four." I said, shrugging a bit. Not like it was that big of a deal...
His eyes sparkled with amusement. "You act as if you just did something simple like cleaning the toilets." Alexander commented.
I smiled. "More like taking out the trash." I joked. We both laughed, and after it made me feel weird. Did we just get along???
I straightened up. "So sorry I was late, I just got caught up in it." I told him. I smiled in remembrance. Killing demons to me is equivalent to that Miranda chick and texting. The one thing that occupies most of my time.
"I hope you got to eat." He said, nicely. Why is he being nice? That little moment up there wasn't any invitation!
"I did." I said, curtly. "Now, you should be going to sleep. You have a long day ahead of you."
His eyes went over me. "What about you? Aren't you tired?" He asked me. Well now that you mention it...
I involuntarily yawned. FML! "Don't worry about it, my prince." I said, sarcastically.
His eyes narrowed. "I'd prefer if you call me Alexander." He stated. Good for you!
"And I'd prefer to be out of here. Looks like we're both going to be disappointed, Princey." I said, smirking.
Okay, I admit, I started it. When I said that, I was just asking for some sort of retaliation. And I got one, alright. Currently, I'm hanging outside a window and the only thing keeping me up is Alexander's arms. Of course, if he drops me, I'll be fine when I land so it's not the whole height thing that bothers me. It's the fact that he's in control that does. He knows it too, I can see it in those beautiful eyes of his....
"Well, you're out of the castle now. So I guess that means you can call me by my name." He said, smirking. Aha, I'm not going to give in the easily.
"Whatever you say, Prince Alexander."
"It's just Alexander." He told me.
"Fine, have it your way, Just Alexander." I said, still hanging out the window. Feels nice...
He was getting frustrated with me. I could tell. He looked all tense and on edge. Should I really shove him with the current predicament?
"So are we going to do this all night? Or are you going to drop me or something?" I asked. He silently pulled me back up. He said nothing as he climbed in bed. Is he mad at me? Like really mad? All because I wouldn't call him Alexander? Geez...
I felt something odd. Guilt. I felt guilty for him being upset. My job was to protect him and so far I've been the only thing he has to defend himself from, when I should be the one protecting him.
So I did the most difficult thing I've ever done. As I got in his bed (on the complete opposite side, I must add), I put aside my complete hatred for what he is. Even if it's only for a moment...
"Goodnight, Alexander." I murmured.
'And that's the only moment he'll ever get of me being nice.' I thought to myself, as I drifted asleep.
In my dreams, however, I couldn't help but wonder if that statement was actually true.
A/N: Did you hate it? Love it? Laugh? Cry? Punch your grandma in the face? Well, what was your reaction?!?! Review and tell me!!! - Sam