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Doors open to a well lit castle. It's nighttime and just a few years before a new dawn of religion- Christianity. Destination: London. It's the reign of vampires moving about the castle. There's a woman screaming off in the distance.... She's giving birth to twins. Inside her room is a pre-teenage boy working hard to deliver her children.... His name is Laurence. His white hair is curled around his boy-ish featured face and half pulled back in a red bow- a bow that matched his vampire red eyes. There was another doctor observing Laurence, his eyes watching well to make sure nothing went wrong in the process. There were two other men in the room. One was fast pacing the floor, the father, while another stood in a corner. Shadows were wrapping around his body- a distant relative.

"Get them out," the father insisted. He was worried his children weren't going to make it- or the other way around.... He would lose his wife.

"I'm going as fast as I can, Alexandre." Laurence's voice was like silk. His eyes gleamed a caring look. His fingers ran over the first child's body as he was birthed. He wrapped him up in his arms and brought him over to the waiting doctor, handing him over. "It's a boy," he announced. "Just like I told you he would be." He went back to help the younger twin. The father rushed to the other doctor's side to look over his first born child.

"Paris," Alexandre said in joy. He lifted the son into his own hands and looked him over. "You're so healthy," he said out in joy. He handed him back to the doctor to let him clean his son up. The father rushed to the mother's side and took her hand. "We have a son," he told her, "Paris." She gave a tired smile and tightened her grip. Determined, she worked to get her last child born. Alexandre ran his fingers across her damp forehead. Both parents were white haired like Laurence- their eyes beautiful and different in every way. Alexandre let go of his wife's hand and walked out into the hall. Royals and noble purebloods were waiting patiently.

"A Garçon!" (Translate: A boy) He announced to everyone. "I have a son!" He said as a smile crossed his face. Cheers went out across the crowd as well as wine glasses being brought to their lips. He went back in to be with his wife in the last minutes of labor. After suffering labor, the mother gave birth to her last twin- another son. Laurence's hands wrapped around his body and helped him out into a new world. This twin was different though... two horns on his head and broken wings- dark feathered wings of a demon. He let out a cry, but Laurence shushed him- quieting him quickly. He turned towards the father, not letting the mother see him and took him straight to Alexandre.

"Your son is different," he told him. "They'll notice."

"Different?" The mother asked softly. Her voice broke from how tired she was.

"Your second born," Laurence said towards her. "They'll know if you give him to them."

"You can't," the ancient family member said from the corner he hid in. "You can't give that one away. It'll ruin your reputation of being purebloods. You might even lose your throne. I won't let you anyways. He's the chosen one I'll follow." Alexandre's eyes widened slightly as he picked up his second born from the arms of Laurence.

"That makes a difference," he said softly. "He's a runt... but we'll raise him to be a fine King of France. We'll switch the two. They'll never know." He brought his second child towards the doctor. "Cut these excess body parts off him and get him cleaned up," he instructed the doc. The doctor nodded as he traded the infants out, giving the clean child to the father. A silk purple blanket was wrapped around the boy. He brought him over to the mother and let her see him.

"Say goodbye," he told her. She looked her child over and gave him a loving look before starting to cry.

"Au revoir, Louis," her silk voice sung out to her child before looking away. Sorrow grew in her eyes. No mother should ever have to suffer giving away their child... but in this case... she had to. Alexandre left the room- taking the child to another room where the royal vampires of Wales waited. He laid the child out on a table next to documents- a signed treaty.