The Prince Of Darkness

Chapter 1 - Alexander

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Alexander POV 8 year old self

The sounds of my own feet and laughter is all I can hear as I run down the red carpeted hall. White sparkling walls with hanging pictures along it, there are thousands of pictures, all of them are my families past. One day, I will be on the wall with my parents. Seeing a figure of a person out of the corner of my eye, I shrieked playfully with excitement, continuing to run away from the other person that was chasing me.

My worst nightmare had come true.

It was time for a bath!, I have never liked bath time. It just did not make sense to me to wash my skin. As one of the maids washed my body, my mother stands leaning on the clean smooth surfaced bath sink, as she tells me short stories about the family past.

But there is a problem, once I got into the bath, I never wanted to get out of the warm water because it is always cold once out of the bath, I could never win!

Turning around the corner seeing my maid that always baths me making me smell like fresh fruit. I did not mind the smell but there is another problem, I hated fruit!

Quickly stopping on the spot, again I shrieked playfully as she comes chasing after me, I do a U-turn the other way, but I instantly collide into hard legs, looking up I see it is my father with his goofy smile of his that all the ladies seem to drop on the floor to. I do not understand it, he is only smiling.

I feel myself being picked up under my arm pits, then I get positioned onto his hip bone, which was indeed boney, since my mother and father do not eat food as the others do, they only drink red liquid from their glasses, What I have on my plate is rare cooked meat, most people would ask why bother cooking it at all when it is only seared slightly on each side, I mean I am not complaining it does in fact taste very nice on my taste buds.

My father walks to which I guess is towards the bathroom, where I have to meet my doom. Looking behind me I see my maid following quickly behind as my father speed walks down the hallway I came running down. 

My maid is a lovely lady, she takes care of all my needs, mother says she's a babysitter, but I do not like that word so I call her a maid, because babysitter sounds like a person that sits on babies for fun.

Her short black hair coming to a stop at her shoulders being dead straight, her sparkly blue eyes, tan skin, soft hands that give me comfort when mother is not there when I have a nightmare, so I guess you could say my maid is like a second mother to me, although I do not know her name as mother will not tell me, neither will my maid.

We come to a stop, as my maid goes around my father opening the door for him, with her stepping to one side letting my father and I in, which was very nice of her to do, once my father and I walk in, I instantly see the bath full of water with bubbles! It is hard to resist the bath with bubbles in it! They are my favourite to play with!

But I could not give up that easily, I wriggle around trying to get out of my fathers grip, but he only seem to get tighter as I continued to try to get out. My father makes the maid close the door as he puts me on the ground, my maid instantly grabbing me softly, as she starts to undress me, I could not move it was like I was under a spell with her touch. Also her blue eyes, they are so bright I continue to get lost in them.

She smiles at me, taking my hand gently leading me slowly to the bathtub, as she puts her hands under my arm pits, lifting me high enough to get in the big bathtub, I help her by throwing my legs over so she did not have to lift me too high, slowly lowering me down as my feet touch the non-slip mat on the bottom of the bathtub.

I feel the warmth slowly creep into my cold skin, I sit down making the water go right up to my shoulders, and the bathtub was only half full. My eyes zoned into my red rubber ducky, as I grab him I start to play, my maid washing my body, after completely washing my body she starts with my hair, instantly smelling the fruit scent; as she rubs the shampoo throughout my blonde hair, I hear the shower head getting attached to the bath tap, after she turns the water on she checks the temperature of it, before putting it on my head to wash the soap out of my hair; as she puts the water on my head after making me tilt my head back so the soap does not run into my eyes and sting them.

Getting to put my head down I feel her fingers rub my hair as she starts to put the conditioner in my hair, grabbing a brush, running it through my hair as gentle as possible, she was really nice about it as well, told me to tell her when she accidentally hurt me, but she never has thankfully.

I could see my mothers lips moving but I couldn't hear a word that was coming out of her mouth, my attention was either on my rubber duck or my maids gentleness of doing things, she tilts my head back softly, feeling the same warmth of the water on top of my head, rinsing out all the conditioner, while brushing my hair making sure it is all out.

After she turns the water off, I look at her as she looks at me smiling sweetly, as she stands holding her hands out for me to grab, I instantly take them with my hands as she helps me out of the bathtub, grabbing a towel beside her as she wraps it around my body tightly, I hold it for her as she grabs another smaller towel for my hair.

She starts firmly drying my hair while my mother watches intensely to everything going on, but still I cannot hear a word that is coming out of her mouth, not like I wanted to listen to my families past for more then half an hour straight.

EDITED 1/8/18