The Dark Prince

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Chapter 7

"A declaration of war has been issued out by His Royal Highness King William De Leon during the few hours before rumors of the disappearance of Elizabeth Monroe began. Last night at precisely four in the morning, Prince Alec De Leon addressed his people proving proudly that he can and will lead us to victory and become our leader. His father taking over the address has confirmed the speculation that had been circulating the peaks of society that the attendee at the party who has been confirmed missing is indeed Elizabeth Monroe. Although panic strengthens through us all, I urge that a simple reproach be made. Trust in our fierce choice of leaders will lead us to breaks of the world, yet we still need precautions for a few witness have reported in seeing the oldest Prince at the front steps of the Evelyn mansion hours after his parent's arrival this very evening. The top story circulation precisely at this moment speaks of an upcoming engagement in such times of pearl. With such actions after the scandalous waltz between the Prince's younger brother and the young lady of the Evelyn household, one can't help but question the Prince's true intentions when it does come time to wear the crown."

John Kellber

Saturday May 11, 1899 Verona News Daily

It finally occurred to Elizabeth just how many times she had been transported around since last night, forced into different huts and held as a captive. She wondered more than ever what the people back home were doing. Closing her eyes she imagined herself once again at the ball this time laying her head against Prince Alexander's shoulders as he carried her around on the ballroom dance floor, hoping that when she opened her eyes her dream would become a reality. Only as she opened her eyes she was greeted by the sight of various trees that were quickly passing, the rocking motion that was familiar with riding a horse that she had tried to forget, and the cold and hard shoulder of the Dark Prince himself that she had been leaning on for support in her childish fantasy.

A quick gasp escaped her until she finally replied, "Oh sorry", while lifting her head in a dizzy twirl.

"The apology stands unaccepted. You know that you enjoyed that more than you'd like to admit."

Anger shot through Elizabeth as she pulled away from him. With her arms still wrapped around his thick strong waist she shot him a dirty look knowing that through the vampire perks he obtained that he was perfectly able to see it.

"Don't flatter yourself." She slowly removed her arms from his waist and tried not to look down at the flying ground and just how height up they were. Before she could really get far with her curious speculations Elizabeth's wrists were grabbed once again by the Dark Prince.

He placed her arms around his waist.

"You'll fall off. As much as I'd want you too I can't afford to lose my only living prisoner of war."

His voice was low and humming as it always was. It was as if he was mumbling through every sentence making it hard for humans to hear. They rode quickly on a mud stricken road on the hours before sunset with the black stallion horse running as fast as it could.

Elizabeth grunted in disapproval. "You disgust me." Her voice was sharp and cold. She slightly shivered against the wind.

The sun was setting quickly which was why the vampires had probably decided to travel to their castle then instead of during the day, when Elizabeth actually attained energy.

He didn't respond to her, but at that very moment they sped up, exceeding the other military sergeants who had been ordered by Charles to ride with them. Elizabeth was still unsure what they or especially she was supposed to do when she arrived there. She had woken up quite late that day in a hut to find that arrays of soldiers were marching. Many of them were then dismissed for the day. Elizabeth found out soon that the sun isn't too kind to the vampires giving her an advantage.

At that moment it became clear to her that it didn't matter what she did at the castle or wherever they were going. She was on a mission to find the invention, to save her life and the lives of the ones she loved. She had had no chose, but to follow the prince to the heart of the city of the creatures that had wanted to kill her kind so badly. Charles had made it extremely clear that she had no other chose. Elizabeth looked up at the Dark Prince. From her position behind him, she could tell he had his sight set on getting to his castle, as soon as possible.


There had been times when Alec had actually thought that John Kellber was a friendly acquaintance. Yet, there were times such as these that he realized that their relationship was set on a huge mutual agreement of pulling favors. With that in mind, he drank his wine thoughtfully pondering about his next move. His mother was so trilled about his engagement that she had run off into the night already making arrangements with Melanie's mother, while making sure that everything was kept in secret.

As she had run off with Mrs. Evelyn discussing arrangements and pretending her son enjoyed what was about to occur, her two sons stared at each other with hostile expressions.

It was a wedding that Alec didn't want to be part of at all, yet he had managed to pull himself into the role of the groom.

"I'm sorry," Alec broke the silence between Alexander and him.

They had both been ordered to the Conference Room by their mother to prepare for their meeting with the councilmen, but anyone who was important in Verona knew that she had sent her sons there to avoid speculations of any happy social gathering. Given the situation of the people of Verona and the allegations about Alec in the papers, Her Majesty had done a good job.

"You can't blame this on me; believe me I had no intention on marring into the luxuries of West Verona," Alec continued trying to reason with his young quick to judge brother.

"Yet, you did," Alexander's voice was harsh as he stood up from his chair. They waited in silence for the other councilmen to arrive knowing that their father would be coming later.

Slamming the Verona Daily News on the table in the Conference Room, Alec stood up staring at Elizabeth's picture.

"Let me be more precise, everything is going fall into place as soon as this meeting starts," at that moment Alec knew exactly what his next move was.

"I don't care what you do, as long as you leave Melanie out of it," Alexander stared blankly at his older brother using ever piece of restraint he had not to take his anger and the revenge he wanted on society out on his brother. But it was what Alec said next that kept Alexander's feet planted where he stood and his arms at his side.

"She's wanted this all along, Alex. A wedding would surely grantee more social status for any desiring and ungrateful girl of her kind," Alec regretted his words as soon as he said them. Alexander flung himself onto his brother, rage filling through him as he threw punches at the only person who had held his back since he was young.

Alexander didn't hold back. He used ever piece of strength he had to hurt his brother. He held Alec by his collar and shook him hard against the wall. As the youngest brother, Alexander obtained the good physical strengths that ran in the family. Although he was pretty bright in his academic and mental abilities, he always chooses actions first above the good old fashioned problem solving.

When Alec saw the perfect opportunity to safe himself, he jumped at it. Taking his hands and holding his brother's wrists, Alec engaged himself and Alexander in a power struggle.

"I don't love her, Alex," Alec screamed, "But I'll do whatever it takes for you to get her."

And with that, Alexander let go of his brother panting loudly. It was about time, because at that very moment the door was sung open to reveal the entire council and all of them stood staring blankly at the princes. A shiver ran through both the brothers as they realized that John Kellber himself stood in the middle of the crowd with a camera in his hands, smiling brightly indicating that he and everyone that stood with him had heard every word.

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