There she was, in front of me, my Lydia. Her long strawberry blonde hair flowed and curled down to her mid-back. Her bright green eye's sparkled as if some time of emeralds, Lydia's light pink lips parted as she started at me. This...This is a dream right? It's not reality?

Lydia? I whispered in a thought. The day was running closer, the day of her death.

Yes? she replied in a sweet thought.

I love you.

She laughed, As do I my love.

Suddenly, everything dissengrated, the white walls that surrounded Lydia and I fell down and now, she was being tackled to the ground by demons as I fought to stay awake with my head dispatched from my body. I watched in horrid tears as she was raped and nobody cared for her body. I hunted down and killed, everyone of those demons.

Then the walls where back up,

"Why didn't you save me?" she said this time. Though...this wasn't my Lydia. This Lydia had pitch black hair, and her emerald green eyes where no longer green, but a black with red depths...like my wings...

"I tried! You saw me, I was dispatched, protecting you!"

"You say it as a burden!" she roared. I took a step towards her and embraced her in my arms,

"It could never be a burden, my love."

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my throat, Lydia was a witch...not a vampire.

"Hey! Why you little bitch!" Violet shrieked, charging at Lydia. Lydia backed away, and I winced at the pain in my throat.

Kill her, if you love me, take the life of this woman, Alexander.

No...my body moved on it's own accord, my arms raised and my feet walked forward, almost robotically. My hands where on both sides of Violet's face, I felt the power of the fire and air surging through my body. No...no...

Violet turned in my arms, so she was face to face with me,

"Can you lose someone you care about again? Will you survive knowing you murdered me, Alexander?"

My arms dropped, instead of pushing her away, I embraced her, my arms engulfed her body. Violet sighed and returned the hug.

"You're dead, Violet's not." I spat, "And the old Lydia was never like this."

Then everything faded.

I woke up panting to the voice of Violet, she sighed.

"Come around one. There will be a guard, tell him you have an appointment with the Prince and he'll let you in. Bring what you want. I'll see you then." Violet said in a calm voice.

I leaned against the door frame, and smirked, my eyebrows raised, "Since when do you get to arrange appointments for me?" I asked,

This time, Violet smirked. "Since we made a deal. You're meeting my sister today." she told me, walking towards the kitchen.

"That sounds exciting. Does she have your bad attitude?" I teased, again.

Can you lose someone you care about again? Will you survive knowing you murdered me, Alexander? It repeated in my mind over and over again, no...I wouldn't survive.

"You mean is......" is what I heard before my dream, replaying before my eyes, "Heartless......tell we're related." I put the pieces together.

Huh? What did I miss? I sat down next to my father in our kitchen, who was finishing up his food also. I bit on my lip, what to do? What to do? My hands where on my lap, unconciously playing the invisible keys for the piano.

A young boy, finally brought me my food, a bowl of Chocolate Rice Krispies and toast with butter and jelly. After Violet got a blood packet out and heated it up in the microwave, she started to say something.

"King---" she started before getting an agitating look from my father, "Leo, do you mind if Alexander has a meeting with a vampire girl today after the discussion about problems in Angeria?"

Leo didn't look like he approved. "What would this meeting be about?" He asked.

"The Prince, of course. She has questions about him. All Prince Alexander has to do is sit there, look pretty, and answer them. The vampire girl will probably go back and tell her friends how amazing angels are, especially the Prince, and next thing you know everyone's at ease and there are a whole bunch of...options for Alexander to chose from within days." Amanda proposed.

"I like the way you think, Violet."

I almost choked on laughter, but nobody noticed beside my dad,

I would appreciate if you don't flirt with my bodyguard.

That's not flirting...!

Violet smiled. "Thanks, Leo. So what do you say? Let the girl have her interview?"

He returned the smile, "Yes, the girl may have her interview....as long as you join my son and I for dinner tonight."

"I'm not sure if that's the greatest idea. Considering my dinner is a tad different from yours." she reminded him, he know's love.

Leo's smile faltered. "You can still enjoy the meal, correct?"

"Of course." she said, forcing a smile.

Father smiled brightly again. "Spectacular. I'll see you then, Violet." He said, before leaving the kitchen with servants following after him. I glared at my father,

Don't do anything pervertish.

Oh yeah? Like what?

For example, raping a werewolf? You know it's only an idea, you can either pick a fairy, or pixie, how about mermaid?

Oh shut up!

"Earth to Alexander? Your food is getting cold." If by food she mean's my toast, then yes I should eat that now. I snapped out of it and sat dazed at Violet. She was such a beauty...

She finished her cup of blood and washed it out. The maid on kitchen duty started piling up Leo's many dishes.

"Why don't you take a break? I'll clean these up for you." Violet offered. I raised an eyebrow.

"No, I couldn't ask you to do that." The woman said, taking a quick glance at me. She looked back and realized I was watching her quite curiously.

"Ignore Alexander over there. I do." She told her. Ouch? The woman smiled and I just chuckled. "You won't get in trouble, I promise. He'll pretend like he never saw this whole thing, I'll wash the dishes for you, and you get a nice little break to check in with the family or something." The break to talk to her family sold her in, and she left, thanking me.

Violet was half way done the dishes when I realize that I had the oppurtunity to play around with this, so I took it. I walked up to her and put my hands on her waist,

"What do you want, Alexander?" her voice tingling with annoyance, but she liked it.

"Why did you offer to help out the maid...if you're supposedly heartless?" I asked in a low whisper, so my breath licked at her ear. Her body shivered in pleasure and a smirk spread across my lips.

"That's none of your business, Princey." she retorted. Two can play this game with ease.

I turned Violet around in my arms, my arms wrapped around her, and my face was close to her's, like barely 1 centimeter apart. Her body leaned over the counter of the sink.

"Say that again. I dare you." I threatened, my voice dangerously low.

"That's none of your business...." Violet said, slowly, acting as if I was two."...Princey." she finished.

I lightly pushed her back, but that caused her to get her arm and hair wet..with gross dish water. "Gross!" Violet exclaimed.

I took a step back and smiled victoriously. "It's your own fault! If you had treated me with respect, that wouldn't have happened." I reasoned. Violet, using her vampiric speed, was giving me a hug in the next second, intentionally whiping dish water all over me too.

"How's that for respect?" she retorted.

I knew I looked surprised for the most part, but smiled. "Truce?" Since she was about to say yes anyway I added, "Since I have all this nice dish water on me, I'll also help you out with those dishes."

Violet raised an eyebrow. "You want to help me wash the dishes?" she asked, skeptically.

I rolled my eyes. "If I don't, we won't have time to change before practice." I reasoned.

"It's not a big deal if we're late. We will only miss a bit of lunch. I can do them by myself." Violet said, stubbornly, as I turned back to the dishes that were half done.

"I want to help you." I said, taking position next to her. "How about you wash and rinse. I'll dry and put them away." I offered.

"Okay." Violet said, defeated. For awhile, it was like this, Violet washed and rinsed, and I dried and put them away. Wierdly, we where getting a long and I liked it. It reminded me of days I liked being a prince.

Violet and I went back up to my bedroom, and I taked a shower. Finally, allowing my aching wings to stretch. I longed to be in the sky more then anything.

As soon as I got out, I made sure I had water all over my chest just to see Violet's reation. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked outside. Her eyes widened and she quickly mumbled something un-intelligible and scurried into the bathroom. I changed and picked up my book and started reading once again. When Violet through a fuss about coming out into a towel, I --just for her-- put my hands over my eyes and looked away.

We both made our way to the meeting but I zoned everything out, focusing on nothing but the beautiful woman in front of me. She looked at the chair, then me, then the table, then me, then the wall, then me, and it went on like this.

After what seemed like forever, the meeting came to an end, and Violet and I headed to the main room where my throne was located. They were bringing Kiara in there once she arrived. "So, did you enjoy the meeting?" I asked.

"I was supposed to be paying attention?" Violet said.

I chuckled. "Well if you weren't paying attention to the topics at the meeting, what were you paying attention to, love? Me?" I caught you!

Her eyes narrowed. "First, what did I say about calling me love? Second, I was actually paying attention to the wall, table and floor, and I found the designs rather intriguing. Third, why do you care anyways?"

I smiled. "Doesn't matter what you said, I'll call you what I want, so get that through your pretty little head. And I saw you staring at me during the meeting, I was watching you the whole time." I said, not answering her third count.

"You know what? You can't call me whatever you want. Next time you call me love, I'm not responding." Violet's voice on edge.

I shook my head, laughing. Yes, I found quite hilarious! "I just told you I watched you for an hour, and all you can do is complain about how I call you love. Most girls would be flattered, not pissed off." I said as we entered the room.

"I'm not like most girls, so suck it!" Violet said, flipping me off. I opened my mouth to retort but looked back to see a young girl walking, and I instantly knew that this was the famous Kiara.

"Violet, flipping off the prince isn't very polite." I scolded.

"Violet! What are you doing?!" Kiara exclaimed, running up towards me.

"Nothing out of the ordinary." Violet answered honestly. Am I that boring?

Kiara chose to ignore this and curtsy before me. Huh... "I apologize for my sister's actions, my prince. She didn't mean to offend you, she just has a temper that she needs to work on controlling."

I suppressed a twitch, but I just smiled and took Kiara's hand and kissed her knuckles.

"Thank you. And please, call me Alexander."

What happened next, took me by surprise; Kiara fainted. I instantly caught her, but handed her over to Violet. Which is for the best, considering if she woke up in his arms, she'd just pass out again.

"Damn, we're so not related." Violet muttered under her breath. She started tapping her cheeks, and Kiara's eyes fluttered open.

"Violet, I had the weirdest dream. I was--" Kiara started, before seeing me. "Nevermind, it wasn't a dream." She said, correcting herself. Violet set her back on her own two feet, and I just smiled.

"Dearest Prince, this is my half sister, Kiara." I introduced, making sure I added the 'dearest prince' part just to piss him off when he can't do anything.

I twitched at the mention of my rank, but covered it up quickly. "Well, Kiara, I hear you have a lot to ask me. So...ask away."

"So what are your hobbies?"

"Flying." I said as a definite.

"Did you like how you grew up?"

I decided to tell her what she wants to hear, "Yepp, it was great..."

After two hours of questioning me about duties as Prince, how many girls I have dated, etc etc.

"Have you ever dated a vampire?" She asked. I could tell Violet was now out of her trance and listening intently to the conversation.

"No, I haven't." I answered, truthfully.

"Would you ever date one?"

Violet started playing with her hair, as she waited for me to reply.

"Yes," I said smiling, "I would."

"What is your current relationship status?" Kiara asked.

"I'm single." I stated, quickly glancing at Violet.

"....Do you want to change that? Because I know a whole bunch of--" Kiara started, but Violet interrupted.

"Kiara, he's a big boy, if he wants a girlfriend, he can get one all by himself."

I almost choked, did...she just say that I can have any girl I want...even you Violet?

"Violet, are you complimenting him?" She gasped. "I'm so proud of you!" Violet glared at her sister and she shut right up.

"Anyways, that's all the questions I have for the website I'm making about you." She finished. Wait..what?! A website?...Well this is new...

and strange..

but cute in a way, right?

"You're making a website about me?" I said.

Kiara nodded her head, enthusiastically. "Yes! It'll have all the questions I just asked summed up on it. There will be a box for new questions, a vote on what people think about you, and then my personal opinion." She listed, professionally.

"Kiara wants to have a career as a journalist. And making a website about the infamous Alexander is a great start." Violet explained.

I sighed, I don't know if that's so great...

Well...I suppose since it will help start your career...it's fine by me. Do you want any pictures of the house or something?" I offered, more convincing myself then informing her.

Kiara lit up like the fourth of July. "Well..." She started. A half hour later, she had tons of pictures of me all around the castle, a picture of my throne, and a picture of my bedroom, and I took a picture of Kiara and I together.

"Okay, I need one picture that won't be going on Alexander's website. I just need it to prove something to my friends." She admitted.

"Sure. Whatever you want." I said, politely. Friends...

"I want a picture of you and Violet." She squealed. I smirked, lovie here won't like this one bit.

Her eyes narrowed. "A picture of Alexander? And me? In the same one? Why?"

Kiara sighed. "My friends don't believe that you will actually get along with Alexander. They think that you're....different personality will overrule his nice one and make him...unhappy. I told them you were going to be nice. So I need a picture of you two smiling and getting along, just to back it up." She explained, choosing her words carefully. Well they're wrong...I almost said.

Violet rubbed her temples. "Why can't you let them just think what they want? I mean, for once, they're actually partially right. Alexander and I don't get along." Ouch.

"Well could you pretend to so I don't look bad?" She pleaded. She groaned but stood next to me, making sure to keep a good space between us. "Thanks...but could you get a little closer? You're standing far away like he has a contagious disease." She snapped.

I like this girl! Violet crossed her arms. "No, I'm standing like a body guard would, at a good distance. How exactly am I suppose to stand?"

Kiara rolled her eyes. "Alexander, please help my aggravating sister out by moving towards her or something."

In response, I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. I then placed my right hand on her lower back and put her left hand on my shoulder. My other hand forced Violet to look forward at the camera, and once I released, Violet glared at the camera. Well this is nice.

"Smile." She ordered.

"Kiara, you've tortured me enough. Just take the damn picture already." Violet snapped.

I have an idea...

My lips touched Violet's heard and I whispered, "Why don't you just make this easier on yourself and smile. It's not going to kill you, I promise." I whispered.

"I'm not smiling. Just take the picture." I ordered. Kiara glared at Violet, but it had no effect on her. Wow, this young girl gets her sister's dark side..

That's when my plan kicked in, my hand started slowly edging down her back. "Smile if you want me to stop."

She better smile soon if she doesn't want me hand grabbing her ass. "Smiling!" Violet exclaimed, while moving my hand back up to its original spot. Good.

"So why don't you get along with Alexander, Violet? I mean, he's really down to Earth." Kiara asked.

"Yeah, Violet? Why?" I asked, smirking.

Violet rolled her eyes. "Easy for you to say, Kiara, you don't live with him."

She sighed. "You're lucky and you don't even realize it. It's so unfair." She said, eyeing the bed. "Where do you sleep, sis?"

I coult tell Violt grew uncomfortable grew uncomfortable at the mention of sleeping, "In that bed." She said, motioning to my bed.

"I thought that's where Alexander sleeps." Kiara said, confused.

"I do sleep there." I said, smiling when Kiara's jaw dropped.

"And she actually sleeps there? In the same bed as you?"

"Yes, Kiara." Violet said, irritation clear in her voice.

"I'm in complete shock. Violet, when did you start listening? You sleep in his bed, do what he tells you--" Her half sister started,

"I only sleep in bed every three days. And, he gets up before me, so it's not even that long. Plus, we stay on our own sides." Violet told her. "And I don't do what he tells me to do!" Violet shouted.

"When I told you to smile, you didn't listen. But when Alexander told you to, you did." She reminded her. I have my ways child!

"Different reason than what you're thinking. So stop thinking." Violet checked the clock and it was five thirty. "Alright, kid, I think you're time is up. You should get home. Do you have a ride?" she asked.

She nodded. "Mom is waiting outside." Violets eyes darkened at the mention of their mother.

She shook her head and gave Kiara a big hug. "I'll stop by the house tomorrow during one of my breaks." Violet told her, before backing away.

Kiara looked like she was going to give me a handshake, but the second my hand was in hers, she pulled it away and hugged me. I chuckled and patted her back. They left me in the room while Violet walked her to the door and made sure she got out safe. By the time she got back to our room, Violet found me taking a couple things out of the top of her bag.

"What are you doing?!" She shouted. I smirked.

"You're coming to a royal dinner, you might as well dress like it." He teased. Violet bit her lip so she wouldn't smile.

I tossed her her silky, blue shirt, Violet's eyebrows furrowed. "Weird. You gave me my favorite shirt."

Wow really? Great minds think alike! "Well, it was either that, or some of the sexy lingerie you have." I smirked.

Violet's eyes widened. "How did you find that? It's all the way at the bottom!" she exclaimed. "By the way, that's not even suppose to be there. It was last years birthday present from Kiara and her being the funny girl she is decided to pack it for me. So, I'm not wearing it to dinner or ever...well, not for you anyways."

I watched as Violet blushed and ran into the bathroom, I pulled out a silk blue shirt and started buttoning it up. I looked in the mirror and ran a comb through my hair. Violet came out and I was mesmerized by her, she gazed at me but we both snapped out of it.

Both of us tried to go at the same time and bumped into each other. "I'm sorry." We both said at the same time, before awkwardly looking away. Isn't this only supposed to happen in movies?

We walked the rest of the way in silence and we ended up getting there before father. We were sitting across from each other at the table and I gazed at the chandelier, just thinking about my dream. What did it mean? Didn't all dream's have a meaning?

"So why did you chose to have violet streaks in your hair?" I asked, taking a sip of my favorite drink. Fruit punch with vodka. Oh yes.

"Well, it matched my name so I thought it fit." Violet answered.

"So if your name was Fuchsia you would have put fuchsia streaks in your hair?"

"Who would name their kid Fuschia?" Violet asked. I shrugged,

"Someone who really likes pink."

"Pink is such an icky color though. And fuchsia is an icky name. So, they fit, but I can't imagine naming a kid Fuchsia unless you thought the kid was icky. Although, my mother very well might have thought I was icky, she at least gave me a better color. And it sounds better too." Violet rambled.

"I see your point, but what if your parents were just completely out of it when they named you and they accidentally named you Fuchsia. Would you have put fuchsia streaks in your hair?" I asked. Yes I was actually curious. No matter what this girl does, it brings out the best in me.

"No, because I would have changed my name and therefore it wouldn't have fit." Violet argued.

"So what you're saying is, you would only let the streaks in your hair go with your name, if you liked the name and color." I concluded, with a smile.

"Yes. That's what I'm saying." We both laughed and then went silent.

Before neither of us had a chance to say anything, father walked in servants and all. He sat down, at the head of the table of course, took Violets hand in his and kissed it.

"Good evening, Violet. I'm glad you showed up." He said, almost seductively.

Servants came out and served us salad and soup. "It's an appetizer." I reminded her because she was clearly confused. Violet just nodded.

"Violet darling, If I may say so, that's a beautiful blouse." Leo complimented. I glared at him. I know where this is going. Bastard.

"Thanks. Your son chose it out for me." I replied. Leo looked a bit surprised, but I smirked.

"Speaking of my son, how is he acting? I know he doesn't act like a proper prince an--" Leo started and the weirdest thing happened. Anger blazed inside me, and I knew my eyes changed to full red. Fuck! I closed my eyes and exhaled.

If you do anything stupid, I will take your head.

I love when you talk like that, son! You'll be a great king.

Shut up you fucking bastard.

"Leo, I don't really know what you're talking about. Alexander is a wonderful prince. Not just by me, either." Violet interrupted. She glanced at me, but thankfully my eyes decided to listen to my for once and returned to their normal shades.

Leo smiled. "Yes, well, maybe after dinner you would like to meet with me....alone. I'd love to hear all you have to say."

You fucking old pervert. If you ever try or succeed in asking my bodyguard on a date, I will chop your fucking saggy balls off, got it?

ALEXANDER!! Don't you dare talk to me like that!

Hey bimbo, I'm not talking. Second, I will cause you know what, you would've thought I learned by now...but...damn, I haven't.

Before I could answer, I said, "Father, a servant wants to speak to you. He claims it's important." I snarled, hoping nobody would catch the raspy-ness in the voice.

Father looked annoyed. "What is so important you would interrupt my dinner with Violet?" What? Did you really think you would succeed in getting a date? Fagget.

"Your highness, there's a lady waiting for you." The boy told my father.

The rapists eyes lit up just a bit. "Grace?"

"Uhh no, your majesty. Her name is Irina."

He smiled. "Even better. Tell her I'll be out momentarily." He ordered. I hope you get herpes.Leo turned to Violet, still smiling. "You don't mind if I leave early, do you?"

I felt a relief in my chest, it was clenched so tight that I was just about to erupt. Violet smiled. "Not at all."

The King kissed her hand once again before leaving. He was almost gone when he turned around, "We can reschedule!" He exclaimed before vanishing completely. Not on my watch you asswhole.

A servant came out taking our plates. "Is King Leonard still eating?" The woman asked.

"No and I'm not either. Thanks for all your hard work though." Violet said, politely. The servant girl smiled took my plate, put it on her pile, I thanked her and she left.

"If you don't care for the food...why did you accept the invitation?" I asked, my voice still strained.

Violet rolled my eyes. "Like I actually had a choice. You can't exactly say no to kings."

"But you have no problems with saying no to princes."

"No."

"Exactly." I said. "It's chicken. Haven't you ever had chicken?"

"No."

"Would you like to try some?" I offered.

"No."

"Is that all you're going to say now?"

"No."

I started eating my dinner and Violet just sat and watched, clearly bored. "Are you sure you don't want any chicken? Everyone likes chicken."

"No."

I can contradict this.

I raised an eyebrow. "So you're not sure?"

"No?" She said, her voice wavering.

I just chuckled and continued eating and drinking. Once I was done, I asked, "Are you more calm today or something?"

"Why?" Violet asked,

"Well...you haven't attacked me. Or irritated me too much. So, are you just having a calm day or is this side here to stay?" Let's hope not, I like the other side.

"I'm only being nice today because you kept your word and met my sister. Don't expect it to last." Violet answered, good.

The servant came and asked if Alexander wanted desert and he decline asking only for another drink. And no, I am not an alcoholic.

"I haven't really been taking my breaks, so I'm going to do that now. Probably get some real food while I'm at it." She told me, leaving immediatly. Ok..ouch?

I smiled because just as she left, she took a piece of chicken and smiled. See everyone does.

I went up to my room,

"Guessssss whoo?!" I heard a squel. Oh god. Just as someone was going to collide with my back, I moved.

"That's not very nice, Alexander." But she knew me to well to know I was fucking pissed off. "Alright what's wrong."

"What? Nothing's wrong."

"Don't lie you idiot. What's wrong?"

"Leo. That fucking bastard!" I blew up. Getting up and punching the wall over and over. "How dare he!"

"What did he do this time?"

"He does everything! At dinner, he flirts with Violet! Asking if she wants to me him 'alone' then he acts like I don't exist."

"And what did you do?"

"I yelled at him."

Dara looked shocked, "Out loud?"

I shook my head, "No, in our heads."

"Oh ok. Anywho! I didn't get my kiss."

I choked, "I'm sorry?"

"Yupp! It's my birthday after all!"

Shit. "Oh yeah! We'll throw a party for you...hmm...two days?"

"Promise?" She said cautiously. I smiled and nodded, giving her a hug. "Happy birthday, kiddo."

"Why do you always act so old."

"Because I am old!"

"Well--true. Can I atleast have my kiss?"

I sighed, it's just one kiss right? I leaned in and just as my lips touched her's, her eyes brimmed with tears. "I'll see you later Alexander."

How could you, Alexander? I thought I was the only woman you loved...

"JUST GO AWAY!" I shrieked, swiping my hand through the air.

"What's wrong?" Violet asked, leaping through the window. I jumped a little, half expecting it to be Lydia.

I looked up at Violet, and took in her beautiful looks. "Nothing. Dara just came by." I said shrugging.

"Good for you." Violet said, dismissively, searching for pajama's.

"What are you looking for? I thought you only slept every three days or something."

"Well, I'm tired tonight. Which is why I'm looking for some sweatpants so I can sleep."

I smirked, "That's a good excuse, but we both know its because you want to feel my beautiful body." I teased. So true.

I took my shirt off and spread my wings, then pushed them back in. Violet came out and eyed my bed, then suddenly she ran and started jumping on my bed.

I laughed, and she glared at me "What have you never jumped on your bed before?"

I grinned, smiling that I was getting a response to my laugh, "Of course I did...when I was seven."

Violet smirked. "Don't be jealous that I can have innocent and not innocent fun, while you can only have not innocent fun." Then she started jumping, yet again.

"Fuck..." I muttered, as I felt a sharp pain carrry through my wing, but I realized it as from being cramped. You know what? Fuck it. I started jumping on the bed with her, and I had to admit...it was fun. That's when the competition began...to see who could jump higher. I won, and my...urge to show off, caused me to end up hitting my head on the ceiling for a prize. I heard a muffle of laughter and then she started laughing. Gee, thanks.

"Okay, I really need sleep." She said, getting back on task.

"Why? Have a big date tomorrow?" I joked. Who knows what I would do...

Violet got on her side of the bed and I got on mine. Violet turned and faced me, "As a matter of fact...I do." She said, smiling. "Nighty night!" Violet exclaimed.

Oh. No. It's ok, two can play this game. I can always get Miranda back, right? And that was my plan. Or...what about Dara? Dara it is. Though, I would let her control this jealously mission.