Chapter 1: The Handome Prince

Alexander crouced low behind a dumpster, his pursuers were just humans this time. They would pass him quickly enough, and he would get right up and start whistling along to his next job unfased and without a scratch. Indeed the three human boys following him vanished, and he stood and brushed off his suit and tie. Mentally he made a few notes on his to do list for tomarrow: Report to the council...Stop by and see Uncle Max ... Torture and kill the Belltower Witch... Get one of those delightful Big-Macs.

Once shunned by his family, Alex had gone through hell to regain his position of power as Alexander of the Blackthorne Clan. His family was all lamia, and Alex himself had been around since before the ancient wars, the wars that... It was all in the past now. How he differed from the warrior he had once been. Alexander's great battle had been fought not during the final battle of the ancient war, but after, and all within himself. He had lost miserably, not just the fight to keep true to a promise he had made to the only person he had ever truely cared for, but he had broken the promise he had made to himself as well. He made his living now as an enforcer for the council, he delighted in the kill of humans and his own kind alike, whose only offenses were loving each other too much. He didn't try to justify his actions, he knew that there were no excuses, no apologies, and no escaping the horrors that he had commited. During the act, his mind was bent solely on revenge, and jealous rage. Revenge for her life that he had failed miserably to protect, and rage that anyone else should be given a chance to expeariance what was ripped so casually from him.

She had been truely beautiful. Blonde curly hair, green eyes, and such a trusting smile. Her trust had been misplaced. He had failed her. Failed himself. He was angry with her for being so naive' so innocent. Furious with her for loving an untaimable monster. She had been better than him, so much better, and he had loved her with more fire than she ever had the chance to know. She knew you idiot, you fought beside her, you saved her life countless times, she knew. Yes, she had lived far longer than a weak human should have, it had been because of him that she had reached eighteen. She should have lived forever, you should have changed her. It was something he had thought about every day for thousands of lonely years. He always thought back to the memory of her eyes, growing wide and wet, crying, weeping over him, and over the thought that she would grow old and die, leaving him behind. He never told her that he could have changed her. If she had known, would she have wanted it to be so? Would she have accepted willingly the chance to be by his side eternally? He would never know now. Perhaps it was meant to be left unknown. Yes, all was as it should be, at least one of them was at peace. Ciera.

Sarah Hawthorne sat in the last class of her senior year of highschool, chewing on her pencil eraser, and staring out into space. Finally after four long years, high school was over, and she could sit down and start her next novel. Her first one, based loosely on an old fairytale her old Grampa Max had told her often as a child, had been published when she was just sixteen years old. It had been kind of hard for her to to keep up with her school work, knowing the whole time that she already had a career in place. Writing was her passion, and she couldn't figure why her grandfather would make her finish high school when he knew that.

The bell chimed to signal the end of the period. Sarah held back before exiting the classroom, waiting for the room to empty. She didn't like crowds much, in fact she didn't really care for people what so ever.

"What are you doing in here Sue Rah Sue Rah? I figured you would be storming out of here in pure extasy by now."

Sarah smiled at her friend Liz, and laughed.

"Yeah well I suppose I do have places to go, people to meet."

Liz laughed her amber eyes sparkling.

"Come on dippy I promised to meet Tony at the pizza king after school let out."

"Yeah we wouldn't wanna keep the stud-muffin waiting."

Liz rolled her eyes, and grabbed Sarah by the arm.

"You really need to work on your social skills, and I am personally taking it as my responsibility to get you laid before summer is over."

"I don't need to get laid Liz, I need to get to work on my next book."

"Yeah well you can't spend all your time cooped up in your mini-library typing away on a keyboard. What will people think."

A group of guys past them making a rude gesture, followed by a group of junior girls with pom-poms who looked at them and laughed.

"How rude!"

"Liz trust me it's not you that they are laughing at."

"Don't be so sensitive."

Sarah sighed. There was just no convincing her best friend that she was socially inept. Sometimes Sarah wondered why in the heck Liz even hung out with her. Elizabeth Anne Belltower was one of the most popular girls in school. She was gorgeous, with long auburn hair and deep violet colored eyes. All the guys wanted her, and all the girls wanted to be her. Maybe that was why she liked Sarah, she had never followed her around practically salivating for acceptance.

"Let's just go meet Tony and see what is going on with a graduation celebration."

"Gee I can't wait."

Liz rolled her eyes.