The Dark Prince
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Chapter 4
"After a day of complete anxiety from the public, the lovely Lady Melanie of West Verona has been proclaimed as alive and recovering from her terrifying attack last night. The extravagant coming out celebration in Melanie's honor was cut short from an ugly attack on the most highly important citizens of this town by the vampire colony of Izzledan. My source has confirmed the disappearance of a young attendee of the celebration. Her identity has not been released to me yet.
John Kellber
Verona News Daily"
Alexander clenched the golden railings of the Evelyn household, while staring below at the blood stains of the night. His cloths remained drenched from Melanie's blood. He hadn't bothered to change. The tragedy of the night had shaken the whole town. The residents of Verona hadn't faced such a terrible experience since they had lost the battle of North Verona, eight years ago. His hands began to shake slightly.
"Father didn't listen to me when I told him it was bound to occur."
Alexander turned around to witness his older brother heading towards him.
"What do you want?" His words came out sharper than he had planned. His mind was wrapped around Melanie and her detrimental state.
"Your loving embrace." Alec smirked.
He stopped and stared at Alexander's slouched body leaning for support on the railing.
"You couldn't do anything even if you tried." He walked towards his younger brother and laid his hand on his shoulder. "You're not strong enough."
"Am I suppose to thank you?" Alexander replied. "Where were you tonight?"
Alec stared down below to the ball room, his eyes glancing over the huge blood stain that was even visible over the crimson carpet. He pondered the events of the night not sure what he was going to say.
"That's not important", he answered, his voice tinting mystery and confusion hiding his whereabouts. His eyes now focused on a trail of hidden blood a few feet away from Melanie's blob. It was narrow and long, leading towards the break in the towering windows that lined the wall.
His forehead smashed together into a worried expression. His dark hair fell into his eyes.
"She's waiting for you he replied."
Alexander turned to leave, heading towards Melanie's chamber.
"Alexander?"
He turned to look at his older brother.
"Be careful", Alec warned.
Lady Melanie lay in her pink satin bed. Her head lay gently on the pillow. Her room was darkened to help her sleep; the only source of light came from the surrounding candles.
Melanie's eyes remained slightly open. Her mid section was bound tightly closing her wounds.
Alexander's footsteps rang out throughout the hallway drowning out the Evelyn household servants footsteps as they scrambled away.
He walked into her room.
Melanie tried to sit up and opened her voice to call to him.
"Shh…"He was by her bed in an instant. His hands brushed her face.
"It's going to be okay." He whispered in her ear, "It's going to be okay."
"What happened?" She questioned.
"Nothing you need to worry about. You're going to be just fine." Alexander responded.
He leaned in closer to her, kissing her forehead.
Alec walked into the candle lighted room with a grim attitude.
The four leaders of Verona gathered around the small rounded table with maps occupying it. The square room was small and confidential. It was made out of wood and surrounded by a two selves of books on the right and left. A wooden door occupied the other side. The word "Conference Room" was etched into the door. The Conference room was only used by the leaders of Verona. All the meeting and important rules of conduct were all conducted in West Verona and in the Conference Room.
East Veronian leader, Conrad Kellber, sat in a chair by one of the selves, while the North Veronian leader, Chad Hunter, stood by the other. The South Veronian leader, Ullyan
Chance, sat in a chair by the table as the West Veronian leader, Richard Evelyn, paced back and forth through the room.
Alec's father, Lord William De Leon, sat at the head of the table ruling as the commander all four regions of Verona, allowing Alec and Alexander the position of princes.
All the men seemed restless.
"Gentlemen," Alec addressed.
"Sir," he nodded towards Richard showing concern over his daughter.
"We must put our own concerns away for tonight and focus on a greater issue. The Vampires will strike again in a moment when we are weak. They will have what they desire, unless we build up our forces.
The men stared at Alec each worried about their children.
"Gentlemen this war was begun years ago, before any of us where born. Our ancestors have a procession that was given to them by the very Gods. It was a holy gift, yet it didn't take long for us to realize that that gift was not a present from the Gods, but the creation of Ronald Monroe. The Vampires knew this and they did all they could to take it from us. Our ancestors fought long and hard to keep peace, but when the princess of Verona was kidnapped by the leaders of the vampire Izzledan colony, we fought a long and hard war. After century or two, things clamed down and we forgot our troubles with the Izzledans, until the deathly attempt of last night. We now have a crisis. Gentle..." Alec was cut short of his speech as a knock vibrated the room. He turned around and opened a peep hole to witness the knocker. He opened the door glad that his plan was working.
Lord Chad Hunter and Lord Ullyan Chance both stood up in disbelief to stare at their sons.
"What is the meaning of this, Bruce?" The leader of North Verona whispered.
No one other than the leaders and Princes were permitted in the Conference Room.
Alec smiled to himself as Gerald spoke.
"Father, I have conducted a count of the civilians of the regions and we are one short. Bruce and I were with her last night. My Lords, Lady Lydia has also confirmed this. Elizabeth Monroe is missing."
"Gentlemen", Alec continued, "I believe we are at war again."
It suddenly dawned on her why they held her captive.
"My name is Elizabeth Monroe the daughter of Lydia Elsie and Ronald IV Monroe. I'm not the Princess of Verona. You have the wrong girl."
The Prince walked forward.
"And I'm King Demon Vestor of Izzledan the son of the mighty King Edward Vestor. I'm the Dark Prince."
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