Runaway

(A/N): This is a story I wrote a while ago...oh and I don't own the cover pictures, so all rights reserved to the artist! :))

Alikzander

Prologue:

        “Grandpa?”

        “Yes, my angel?”

        “Tell me of your childhood; how you met Grandma…please?”

        “I suppose we have time…well…it all started long ago, when I was seventeen years old…”

Chapter 1

        “Your majesty!” I flinched, knocking the telescope off place. Ugh…must Bernard interrupt me NOW? Of all times? This was my time, MY TIME, to chart the skies.

        “Yes, Bernard?” I mumbled, twisting the telescope back into focus. Ah, yes. There is Orion again. I could see the little blue speck I’d been admiring only moments before. I checked the coordinates, and headed for my map.

        “Your moth-what on earth are you doing, Prince?” Bernard cast me a strange look, which I got quite often. I straightened to my full height to look at him. Sadly, I’m a measly five feet eight, but I none-the-less looked authoritative.

        “Mapping the sky.” I answered, walking to my long wall covered with paper. Not even half of it had stars on it yet, but the sky is a big place…so I still had stars to map. I drew the small blue star with my blue colored pencil at the right coordinates.

“Well, you’ve certainly gotten far-oh what am I saying?! You’re wanted in the dining hall by your parents.” Bernard returned to his order of business. Bernard was cool, when he was just friend Bernard. But he always ended up changing into butler Bernard, and no one likes a butler.

“Of course.” I sighed, setting my colored pencils down. “I certainly hope it’s not about me marrying that horrid princess of Aira again.” Trust me, the girl was hideous, and I’m not exaggerating either. Even a blind man would flinch if he had to marry the girl.

“Ummm…I’m afraid it is.” Bernard gave me a nervous look. I was known for blowing up and usually destroying a couple of valuables. I mean, who wouldn’t get satisfaction from breaking a few things that cost millions in gold? But Bernard knew I’d NEVER hurt a person, unless it was a matter of life-and-death. And as a prince, there really isn’t any of that.

“What do you mean?” I narrowed my eyes at him, feeling my blood start to boil. What right did my father have to force me to marry a blood-sucking vampire?

“She’s, umm…” Bernard twiddled his thumbs.

“Oh spit it out Bernard, you know I wouldn’t hurt you.” I rolled my eyes, folding my arms.

“She’s…HERE, sire.” Bernard coughed a little, looking out at me from under his long bangs.

“Please say you’re joking.” I insisted, suddenly feeling scared. Why would Dad bring her OUT HERE? It could only mean one thing, the wedding was SOON and I didn’t like that. I’d been hoping for more time to fight my case, but it looked as if Dad wasn’t going to give me the chance.

“I’m afraid not, Alikzander.” Oh so NOW he’s friend Bernard. Of course.

“Of COURSE not.” I stalked out of my room, frustrated. I thundered down the stone hall way. I swear the castle was more of a prison than a home. Who wants to live in a stone home? Too…hallow.