|- For Every Girl Who Thinks She's Met Her Prince-|...Well I Have...Literaly. And He Has A Secret. (Prolouge)

(-HEY GUYS! Yeah by brother is offically married...It was preettty awesome. THIS will be the second-last chapter...And uh, its kinda long cuz...This is when Alek and Rayne...ya know...For the first time...You TOTALLY dont have to like read it...but uh...be prepared. Okay, bye!-)

I find out a lot happened in the week that I was unconscious. Like firstly, the vampires.
Since Kaden’s death, all vampires have signed treaties declaring peace between both sides, but still, no vampire is allowed to cross the boarder.

Raph.
Well, they are still unsure on the appropriate punishment for him. Alek is all for executing him, but I would never allow that to happen. He did kind of help save me after all.

Alek and I.
We are officially married as of yesterday, and it was absolutely beautiful, I’ve never had so much fun in my life.

Me.
Everything is pretty much the same, you know, except for the whole my being a vampire now. Alek was forced to change me…But I don’t really mind.
Honestly, it’s really awesome.

Right now though, I am running through the forest, checking out my super speed. I am wicked fast, faster than Alek even. He would never admit that though.

I reach the edge of the forest. I don’t dare pass the border, I may be a vampire now but I’m not stupid.

BOOM! Its one so loud it causes me to jump. I stop running and look up, thunder.

BOOM!

Out of nowhere, it starts raining hard; I shriek and make my way back to Lyon Hall.

When I reach there in approximately 6.5 second, heh heh, I’m already soaked.

I walk in the Hall, squeezing my hair in a futile attempt to get the water out.

“May I please get a towel?” I yell for one of the servants, but I get no reply. I wait for a few moments; it’s not until after a minute that I realize that nobody’s heard me.

I look around, slightly confused, where the heck is everybody?

“Hello?” I start to wander around. “Mom? Donny? Hellllooooo!?” All I get in response is my own echo.

“They aren’t here.’ I jump at the sound of Alek’s voice.

I turn around to face him, I’m happy to see at least one person.

I tilt my head. “Where are they?”

“They are all over at Rhone Palace for the night.”

I confused expression forms on my face. “Why did they leave?”

“Because I asked them to.”

I stare at him for a second. “Why?”

As Alek advances towards me, I notice something, his heart.

It’s beating twice as fast as normal.

He leans into me, not quite touching me and whispers. “I wanted to be alone with you.”

My eyes widen in shock, Oh my God.

He looks into my eyes, waiting for a response.

My heart is beating a mile a minute; I know he can hear it.

After a second of thinking, I smile calmly and take a step back from him, looking away. He sighs; I can tell he’s trying to hide his disappointment.

I walk around and past him, heading up the stairs. “I-I’m soaking wet, I’m gonna go get out of these clothes.”

I see him nod.

I start to head up when I stop suddenly. I slowly turn around to see Alek watching me.
“You know,” I start. “You could…help me, if you like?”

He all but leaps right up after me.

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When Alek and I enter the bedroom, we don’t dare touch each other. Afraid if we do, everything will go too fast. And that’s not what I want.

He sits on the bed and watches me. I stand a few feet in front of him, my breath short and shallow. My body overrun with nerves.

I slowly reach my hand up to the zipper on the back of my dress. In one fluid motion I have the dress unzipped, it falls in a pool around my ankles.

I hear Alek’s sharp in take of breath as I am left in nothing but my undergarments.

I refuse to look at him, I’m so nervous.

He stares at me for a while; unsure what to do next.

But soon I hear him rising off the bed and taking slow steps towards me. He touches my chin and lifts my head up so my eyes meet his. He has an awestruck starry-eyed expression; one that I’m sure mirrors my own.

I reach my hand up and touch the side of his perfect face. His eyes flutter shut as I run my fingers across his nose and back. Then, like my hand has a mind of its own, it slides down Alek’s face. Past his chin, past his neck and finally past his collarbone. It stops only when it reaches the brim of his shirt. I begin to open the buttons, slowly, one at a time.

When my task is completed, Alek’s shirt slips off of his body and onto the floor.
He opens his eyes once more staring at me, waiting for me to finish what I started.

I find my hand hovering over the top of his jeans, hesitant of my next actions. My breathing has become more strained; being so close to him is killing me.

Alek reaches over and grabs my hand, placing it on the buckle of his jeans, telling me without words what he wants me to do.

And so I do it.

And now, we’re here, staring at each other, our near naked bodies so close.

“Alek…” I whisper.

He groans and grabs me, pulling me into him our lips meeting in a way unlike any other. He picks me up and carries me to the bed. We fall on it, our mouths still fused.

We roll around, messing up the once perfectly made sheets. We only pull apart for a few seconds, taking off the little clothes we had left on.

Our bodies come back together in a hazy passion. We slip under the covers; Alek places himself on top of me, and begins kissing my face and my neck.

“I love you.” He whispers. “I love you so much, you’re beautiful. And this…I want this. So badly.”

He kisses me again.

I want to tell him I love him and that I want this too, but my mind is overheated and I can no longer form coherent sentences.

Suddenly he pulls his lips away from mine and I whimper in protest.

“Are you sure?” He asks me. “I mean, are you sure about this? Do you really want this?”

Is he kidding me? We’re here, lying on our bed, our naked bodies pressed together, practically burning with need for one another and he’s asking me if I’m sure?

I don’t even justify that question with an answer.

He must have heard my thoughts because he chuckles softly.

“I-I just want this to be perfect for you…” He whispers.

I sigh and smile. I’m with you, Alek. It’s perfect.

He smiles and presses his lips hard on mine.

And then we are joined in the truest sense.

At first there is pain, and I gasp because of it.

“I’m sorry baby,” Alek whispers. “I’m so sorry. Please…Just…Don’t move like that…not yet. Just…hold on to me.”

At first I want to ask him to stop, it hurts quite a bit. But soon, I am flooded with all sorts of emotions, emotions completely new, unnerving and…beautiful, that I know if he ever stopped, I would die.

“Alek.” I moan his name.

Our bodies seem to fit together perfectly, are movements are completely synced as Alek brings us closer and closer to what we both want.

I’m clutching him, and crying out oblivious to anything but reaching that point.

And when we do, we reach it together, simultaneously yelling out each others names.

Alek collapses on me, his breathing choppy and ragged.

For a while we just lie there, content with where our bodies are.

And then out of nowhere,

And to my utter dismay,

I start to laugh.
I mean, at first it’s a small giggle, but it only gets worse and worse.

Alek lifts his head from the crook of my shoulder so he can see my face.

I try to stop myself but its no use.

“I…am…so…so…sorry.” I gasp between peals of laughter.
“I just can’t believe that I…That we…That all of that…was even…possible.”

A grin breaks out on Alek’s face. “Yeah.” he agrees. “It was pretty unbelievable.”

When my laughter subsides we’re quiet again.

“Did…” Alek starts, breaking the silence “Did I hurt you?”

I pause for a second, and then nod slowly. “Yeah, but then it got better.” I whisper.

He laughs.

The last thing I remember hearing before falling asleep in his arms.
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I wake up to Alek kissing me, I smile against his lips. “Hey,” I whisper.
“Hey.” He whispers back.

We look at each other for a short moment.

But then I burst out laughing.

This causes Alek to smirk, “You’re still thinking about it?” he asks.

I don’t answer him, I only blush.

“Yeah,” He continues, nuzzling his face in mine. “Me too.”

Were silent as we both relive what happened the night before, but then I’m hit with a thought.

“Hey Alek…?” I ask him. “How did you happen?”

He looks at me confused, but then gives me a grin that can only be described as wicked. “Ah, you see love, when I put myself inside yo—“

“NO!” I actually it scream it.

“That’s not what I meant…” I say a little bit quieter. “I meant…I mean your mother is a human…and your father he was a vampire…I mean how did that work?”

“Ohhhh…” He says in understanding, and then he laughs. “I asked my mother the same question when I was about sixteen. The most awkward conversation of my life.”

I laugh and look up at him.

“Well,” he begins. “When my mother was about eighteen, she ran away from the castle. She hated being royalty, she said it was to confining, and that she needed release. She saw running a means of escape she ended up in the forest by Lyon Hall,” he turns and looks at me. “What is it with you girls and that place?”

I smile. I know he’s referring to the day that he saved me from those two vampires.

“Anyway,” he continues. “That’s where she first met my father. He had been in a fight with another vampire…Severely beaten and left for dead.”

He pauses, waiting for me to take it in.

I nod my head, silently urging him to continue.

“Well, back then, vampire-human relations were strictly forbidden, but my mother took him in anyway. She saved him.”

I grin. “And then they fell in love.”

He nods
“See, in my fathers weakened state, he was able to…ya know. Without hurting my mother.”

I bite my lip trying not to laugh; I can tell how uncomfortable this is making Alek.

“So you’re telling me they could only…ya know,” I say it mocking his words. “Whenever your father was injured?”

He shrugs. “I stopped the conversation after my mother started to go into detail…But yeah…I guess.”

I can’t help but giggle. Images of Alek’s mom pushing his father down a flight stairs flash through my head. And I laugh even harder.

Alek stares at me with a wistful expression.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” I whisper. “I’m just so happy.”

“Or crazy.” He replies.

I stick out my tongue at him then say. “Bite me.”

He raises an eyebrow, “Oh really?”

He rolls himself on me, burying his face in my neck grazing his teeth against it.

I scream then laugh. “Stop it! I can bite too you know!”

A wrestling match ensues. He tries to get me flat on my back, but I’m about to let him beat me, We fight for about a minute before, laughing hysterically until I finally pin him down. I looked down at him. At that moment, a stray curl falls across his eye and a smug smile appears on his face.

“I let you win you know.”

I shrug. It was probably true. But I didn’t care. I had still won.

I stop for a second.

Whoa.

That was strange.

Déjà vu.

“Now get off me.” He says.

I shake my head, forgetting the weird feeling.

“No.” I simply reply.

“But you have to.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I’m the husband and you’re the wife, so you have to do what I say.”

I scoff at that comment.
“No.” I say again.

He frowns for a second. But then smiles again. “How about this, if I get you off of me in the next… fifteen seconds, I win, if I don’t you win. Sound fair?”

I stare at him. I open my mouth to say something, but then I close it again. This is bizarre.

And familiar.

I think about his offer again it. He could get me off of him no doubt, but in the next fifteen seconds? I’m a girl but I’m not weak.

“Fine.” I reply. “Fifteen seconds, that’s it.”

His smile grows even bigger. I frown a little, slightly suspicious, but I start counting anyway.

“One.”

He doesn’t make a move.

“Two. Three...”

Still, nothing

“Four, five, six…”

He opens his mouth to say something, but then he closes it again.

“Seven, eight, nine…”

The smile on his face gets bigger.

“Ten, eleven, twelve…”

What’s he smirking about?

“Thirt--”

Then suddenly, lightning quick, he shot his had up, grabbed the back of my neck, pulled my face down, and kissed me.

I stare at him, shocked. Why’d he do that? Wasn’t he going to try and push me--

And then it all comes back.

Holy Mother of Crap.

I point at him, even though he’s right under me. “YOU!!” I scream.

“Finally!” He throws his hands up and laughs. “She remembers.”

“YOU!!” I scream. “THREW A SNOWBALL AT ME!”

“Two, actually. And you dropped a rather large one my face if I remember correctly.”

“YOU!!” I repeat.

I gape at him. That annoying little boy who totally ruined my eighth birthday, by throwing snowballs at me, tackling me, and then…kissing me…Was Alek!

“YOU!!” I yell hysterically. It’s all I can really say.

He rolls over and I roll with him. I’m pressed against him, my back to his chest.

“Remember when I told you I loved you since the day we met?” He mummers in my ear. “And I told you that you were so pretty and—“

“Angry.” I finish still a little awestricken.

I feel his lips smile against my ear. “Yeah.”

I shake my head still unbelieving. “I can’t believe that was…you.”

“Yup.” He replies happily.

“So you knew we were going to get married…Sine we were…like kids?”

“I hoped for it.” He replies.

I shake my head. “It’s unbelievable.”
“Why…Why did you pick me?”

He shrugs. “I…I had fun with you. You made me laugh. So even if I didn’t grow to love you, we could at least still be friends.”

I smile. “But you did grow to love me.”

“Yeah.” He replies. “I did.”

"I grew to love you too Alek."

"I know."

Now this is what bliss feels like.

(-Sorry if this one kinda sucked-)