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Nuada woke with a start. He jumped out of the bed, looking around. All of her clothes were gone, but thankfully his weren't. Oh lords. What have I done? He pulled on his pants and shoes. She is gone. She is my mate. That vampire is my Mate. He pulled on his shirts and armor. He went into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. He watched his elven appearance change into a human one. His royal birthmark stayed the same, but his hair, skin, eyes, even his clothes changed to a more "acceptable" one. When he was turning he something that didn't change with his glamor. Looking closely on his neck he saw two little round scars about an inch and a half apart. They were right on his artery. She bit me. That vampire bit me.

Controlling his anger he walked out of the room and down the stairs. Upon reaching the front desk the man looked at him.

"Ah. Mister Vistorsin," he said. "You wife came down minutes ago. She already gave back the key. She is waiting for you in stable." Nuada nodded at the man. He walked out to the stable to find Alex and Wink eating some of the food that she had in her bag. When she saw him coming she looked down. Nuada came and sat next to her, keeping his eyes on her. When she met his eyes she gave him a goofy half smile. When he glowered at her she rolled her eyes and pulled out a fruit. It wasn't the same as the one he had eaten last time, this one was round and purple. She tossed it to him and put on her cloak and gloves.

"The train leaves in ten minutes. We should probably get going," she said pointing to the door. He nodded and went over to her. When they were about to leave he yanked her to him, putting his arm around her. She snarled at him, but didn't pull away. But she did claw at his hand, scratching it with her nails. When she was done she put her fingers in her mouth, not willing to let his blood go to waste.

Nuada curled his lip as he watched this. Alex looked at him, saw his disgust, and turned away. As they came to the train Nuada noticed a small child looking at them.

"What is he looking at?" he asked angrily.

"You," Alex said sternly.

Nuada scoffed. "Why would he be looking at me?"

"He can see through your glamor. Instead of the handsome human with light brown hair and honey eyes he sees a handsome elf with golden eyes and light gold hair," she said roughly.

Nuada thought about this for a while when he caught something that she said. "You think I'm handsome?" he asked a little shyly.

"Doesn't everyone?" she answered. It was a bit cold, but there was some sympathy. He looked at the vampire again. She looked forward with determination, but under that there was some hurt. Nuada shook his head and looked forward. He needed to focuses. On anything but her. He needed to focuses on getting the crown piece. That was the objective here, not falling in love.

Nuada froze. Where did that come from? "Falling in love". He is not falling in love with her. He set out to find the crown piece and that is what he was going to do.

"Hey, if we stop then were going to miss the train." Nuada looked at Alex, who had stopped with him. She just looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He just nodded and continued to walk.

Captain Victor MacHu was working for the train company. Most days he would be working with the Freak Patrol but he was on vacation. He was one of those guys that worked as much as possible. The only reason that he took a vacation in the first place it that it was forced upon him. He would be going back to work in a few days, and he couldn't wait.

He looked up to see an odd couple coming in. Both were very tall, but one looked as though he couldn't get enough of the sun, while the wife looked as though she was hiding from it. The man had long light brown hair and honey brown eyes. He had a scar across his face and several on his forehead. His hand looked a bit mangled, as though a cat had clawed it. The wife, of what he could see of her, had long dark hair and light skin. She moved like she was the master and not the wife that she was. He also moved like the master, but the hand on his wife's hip was loose. Behind them a troll walked, a cloak over it as the law said, but it looked around, searching for any possible threats to its masters.

"Good day, my fine people. And how can I be of service?" he asked as they got closer. The man handed him two tickets and a fey permit. Victor chuckled as he stamped the tickets. Not much for talking, these two.

"Why are you covered in such nice weather?" he asked Alex. "You must be steaming under that cloak."

"My wife is very particular about her modesty," the man said. The wife had opened her mouth to answer and when her husband answered for her she glared at him. Captain MacHu wrote some things down on his paper.

"Okay, I'll just need your names and you're free to go. Oh, ma'am, you may go now," he stood aside so Alex could get past.

"Wink, please lead Amanda to are car," the husband told the troll. The wife stepped forward and glared at her man as she past. The troll followed her, barely making it through the door. Captain MacHu watched them go.

"Names," he asked the husband.

"Nickolas and Amanda Victorsin."

Victor smiled as he heard their names. "And the troll's name?"

The husband raised an eyebrow. "Wink."

Victor nodded and wrote that down. "You have a nice day," he said as he stood away so the man could pass. Nickolas went right in without even saying' "thank you".

"Grumpy grouch," he muttered under his breath.

When Nuada reached the car he burst in. "Alexandria, how did…" he stopped when he realized that she wasn't in there. He turned to Wink. "Where is she?"

The troll shrugged his massive shoulders. "She said that she had to go to the bathroom. The only thing that we can do is wait."

Nuada groaned, but he did sit down. "Must she be so?"

Alex stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She tore off her skirt and sweater. She fixed her bra strap and then went to her boots. She tore at the laces until they gave way, then she tore them off and flung them at the wall. She grabbed her real clothes out of the bag she put them on hurriedly. She looked at her leather shoes and through them to the ground. She sat on the vanity, doing her best not to cry, and failing.

She was bound to him. That selfish elf. His blood was the only she could drink now, even the bloodroot that she had had this morning almost made her puke. If she didn't drink his blood she will die, maybe it would be a few years of starvation, but she would die. And he was disgusted by her. If anyone knew that she had sex before she got married she would be labeled a whore, have to give up her title, become an outcast. She might even be put to death.

Alex leaned back, breaking the mirror. Tears rolled down her face as she swore in Vampire. She was such a fucking idiot! How many times did her father tell her: "Men are pigs. The just want to fuck you." She thought that he might have really cared about her. Why would he? Everyone hated her. Well, everyone except her brother and sister. And she had just met him!

And he was her Dieaci. His blood affected her the most. It helped her heal faster; it made her faster and stronger. His blood was the best thing she could ever taste. And now they were mates. It was any vampire's dream, except where he didn't like her drinking his blood. That's when it turned into a nightmare. She sits right next to him, smelling his beautiful smell, hearing his heartbeat.

She put her head into her hands, crying her eyes out. She half wished that he would come in and hold her. She snarled and stood up. She punched the wall again and again, leaving huge dents. She was a warrior. She didn't need to be held. But she wanted to be. Suddenly an evil smile came over her face. She did want to be held. But honestly she just wanted a hug. She hadn't had one since her parents died. There were some things that a person needed. Some things that he might be able to give her. But only if he wanted to be in a relationship. If they were going to be in a relationship then she would be herself. She would change only if he would. She was going to be herself if it killed her. She didn't want to hide anymore.

When Alex walked into the train car she was herself again. She hated everything that she had thought in the bathroom. She was going to ignore that voice that she had ignored again and again. She was a loser, but a badass loser. She needed to remind herself what the objective was again. Then she remembered that she had no idea what the objective was in the first place. She just needed to calm down and be herself. But which self? The badass, sarcastic warrior or the shy, annoying 15 year old? She smiled. Don't think. Only act and react.

Nuada leapt up when she came in. "Where have you been?" Nuada saw that her eyes were a bit puffy. She crossed over to the window and pulled down the curtain. She took off her cloak and her gloves and landed on the padded bed. She crossed her legs and put her arm over her eyes.

"I was in the bathroom." Nuada stared at her. Then he looked at Wink, who had fallen asleep ten minutes ago.

"That boy stared at me," he said sitting down.

"He could see though your glamor."

Nuada looked up. "How?"

Alex turned her head so that she could see him with one eye. "During the Great War the fey magic bombed that town. The towns' people still affected by that."

Nuada was confused. "But the Great War ended 12 years ago."

Alex raised one eyebrow. "I know. Magic takes years to full be worn away. And most magic can't be. It just keeps going, blessing or cursing those around it."

"How old were you when your father joined the fey forces?"

Alex sat up. "Why do you want to know?"

Nuada shrugged. "Perhaps I served with him. I might have known him."

Alex laughed. "Trust me; you would have known if it was him if you knew him." Her laughter faded. "He joined when I was thirteen. You're too young to have known him. You probably would have just joined just after he died."

"How did he die?"

Alex looked at him, eyes wide and watering. "He… he was one of the first line. He got put there because it's hard to kill a vampire. The only thing that I know was that when the sun came up one of the humans stabbed him. And I lost my father."

"And… you mother?"

Alex gave a half smile. "She died in a way that in some cultures is the only way or a woman to die an honorable dead." When Nuada waited for her to continue she did. "She died in birth to my little sister. I was the one holding her hand."

Nuada shook his head. "I don't understand."

"Well, when a woman gives birth her hand is usually held by her husband. It's his job to try and keep her calm and to keep her company and to make sure that she is pushing, you know stuff like that. But my father was dead. In that case it usually falls to a sibling to hold her hand, most of the time it's her sister. My aunt killed herself three days before my mother went into labor. She didn't have any more relatives except for my brother and me, but my brother was two. So I got the job." Alex looked down. "I held her hand as she died. She only had time to name her and hold her for a few seconds. She died knowing that she had a white hair. She died happy."

"Why did she want a girl with white hair?"

"She didn't care that it was a girl. She knew that it was a girl when she went into labor."

Nuada tiled his head. "Why did she want a white hair?" Alex shook her head, fingering her ink black curls. Nuada nodded, understanding how she felt. He knew how it felt not being concentered good enough by a parent. But he had more questions. "How did she know that your sister was going to be a girl?"

Alex bit her lip. "There is a curse that runs down the family line. The women can't bare sons."

"But you have a brother."

The vampire moved her head back and forth, as though she was weighing something in her head. "Well, technically he's my half-brother. My parents didn't think that Mom could reproduce after me so they got a donor. Her name was Isabelle. She was really nice, as far as humans go," she ended with a chuckle.

Nuada curled his lip a bit. "You brother is half human?"

Alex nodded happily. "Yeah. Mom was a bit jealous when she found out Jake was a boy. She wanted to blame the fact that she couldn't have boys on Dad, but she got over it when she found out that Isabelle died."

"How could your mother blame your father even though it was passed down her line?"

Alex sat with her legs crossed, looking happier by the minute. "When vampires get married they have this symbolic 'mixing of the bloods'. So she thought that when their blood mixed the curse affected him so that all of his girl sperm would die or whatever. But since it's the girl's fault it's something much more horrible."

Nuada bit his lip. "So if we have any children they would be girls?"

Alex looked at him and bit her lip too. "If I could have children some may start out boys, that's not really my chose, but they would… die before I could give birth."

Nuada frowned. "What do you mean 'if I could have children'?"

Alex looked away. "I can't have children. Something happened when I was younger, it completely destroyed my ovaries. I… can't have children. That's part of the reason that I can't get a man. Everyone knows, and no one wants a woman who can't have kids."

Nuada looked blankly at the wall. Surprise and horror bit away at his insides. He could never be a father. He had never really thought about it, he always assumed that it would just happen. "Why didn't you tell me last night?"

Alex brought her knees to her chest, protecting herself. "I didn't really have time."

"But you had time enough to throw me into the wall," he said getting up.

Alex stood up too. "Would that have made a difference? You were too horny to spell your name, let alone process that."

"How would you know?"

"Do you regret it?" Both of them froze. Alex looked up at him. "Well? Do you regret it? I need to know."

"Why do you need to know?" He asked coolly. He wasn't talking loudly anymore. There was really no point. They were half a foot apart.

"I need to know that I'm some guy's mate. Not just some slut that he picked up off the street. Do You Regret It?"

Nuada looked at her. She was looking up at him as though her life depended on him. "I'm not sure." And he sat down. Alex stood there, looking at the spot where he once stood. She was disbelieving, not sure, even a little scared. She closed her eyes in defeat and sat down too.

"Earlier you said that I was too young to have joined the army when your father was in it. How would you know? Most say that I look older than I am," he said trying to start a conversation.

"They must have looked upon you with ignorant eyes. If you have fought in the Great War then you probably have had hardships," she said stiffly. He looked at her. She was hurting. Her eyes seemed made of liquid, ready to spill over at any moment.

"I'm sorry," he whispered bitterly, holding back a snarl. He had not meant to hurt her. He didn't need her hurt anymore then now. He closed his eyes, hoping that she wasn't going to do something stupid.

Alex looked at the elf. She went over to him and kneeled in front of him. She took both of her hand and grabbed his face. He opened his eyes in surprise to find Alex not three inches from him. She didn't look at his eyes. Instead she took her hand and ran her fingers over his birthmark. She traced it back and forth, watching him. Then she stopped and ran the back of her hand over his cheek. She still didn't meet his eyes, instead looking at his ears. Nuada stiffened. The ears of an elf were one of their most sensitive parts of their bodies. Her hand brushed over the tip of his ear, he bit his lip. Thankfully she wasn't trying to torture him so she brought her hand back down to his cheeks.

She finally met his eyes. She sat there, searching for something. She started to lean forward, and he didn't stop her. Three inches, two inches, one inch, half an inch, a few millimeters. Nuada started to lean forward too, and when he felt her lips on his he smiled a half smile. But Alex wasn't about to really kiss him. She simply brushed her lips over his, letting him know what she wanted to do.

"I care if you regret it, but I need to tell you something." She leaned forward to his ear. "I don't." And with that she pulled away from him and sat down in her chair. She laid down so that her back was to him, so that she couldn't see the look on his face. He must be horrified that a person like me loves a person like him, she thought. She fell asleep into a nightmare full of a knife, blood, water, and three short, strong, beautiful notes.

Nuada stared at her slumbering form. He absently mindedly inched his ear. He leaned back and combed his hair with his fingers. This was getting very complicated vary fast. What does she want with me? He laid back on the couch. He needed to sleep. He closed his eyes, trying to forget only for a moment, instead he remembered last night. How she touched him, she clawed at him, Nuada remembered her biting him. It happened just after they ended. He remembered how there was no pain. Only a bit of warmth going through his veins. He looked at his sleeping companions. They seemed utterly at peace. Then Alex's breath hitched. She turned so that Nuada could see her face. He watched as it went from anger to horror, and finally fear. The terror on her face made Nuada's blood run cold. She woke up and looked around, and when she saw Nuada she fell on the floor. She quickly stood up trying to look as dignified as possible, but it wasn't working well because she was still looking around for whatever scared her stiff. After a few moments she stopped and let out a breath of relief.

"Not here, I'm here, not now, back then," she said breathlessly. She looked around in sheer dread, as though someone was going to attack her. Alex swallowed gulps of air, trying to control her breathing, only to remember that she didn't have to breathe. So she just closed her mouth fighting the urge to breathe, fighting the urge, no, the instinct to rip something to shreds. There was nothing to hurt, it was only a nightmare. The enemy only existed in her memories now, or so she hoped.

Okay, how am I doing so far? Is the prince in character? What about the story? Favorite moments? Least Favorite? Do you think that Alex is a Mary Sue? Anyone know what the prince would do in a situation like that? What about the fact that she can't have kids? Comments? No flames please. Do you think that I should ask questions at the end of all the paragraphs?