Name:

Alexander Grey

Nickname:

Alex

Age:

(Real) 863 (looks) 22

Race:

Vampire

Appearance:

History:

Is it strange to see the world change before your very eyes? How riding on a horse, becomes a carriage, and a carriage slowly becomes a car. The world has shifted and improved, styles changing and returning into a 'trendy' fashion, before our friends very eyes. Alexander Grey, a vampire of eight hundred and sixty-three years old. A master, loved by most.

After years of living amongst the humans, and only meeting one true friend, Rome Laderic, Alexander has grown tired of the world. He had it all, the most popular Night Club in town, money, and women when he wanted, but it wasn't the same. He needed something more, he needed a friend. A daughter. A slave. Alexander didn't feed off humans unless he needed it but that night, he lost it. He was walking down the street, ready to head home to Royal Blood, when a child of about twelve slammed into him. He attacked the girl, his control not there, it had been days since he'd fed. So naturally he didn't stop when the child's cries formed into muffled moans of pain. Screaming pierced his ears, a girl's screech, a human. No vampire. She was indeed both, because before he could rip away from the girl he was being pushed and she actually made him move. He dropped the girl to the ground and slammed the other to the wall so she could see him. "What are you doing here?!" He snarled, not pissed at the girl for being there only pissed because he failed.

Thoughts clouded his mind, he could change his world, she could be his. With one second he noticed the girl's teary gaze and heard her soft voice. "P-please..." She begged. She was scarred. He took one movement, his claw scratching into his palm so his blood was now on his nails just before he slammed it in the left side of the girl's neck. He sighed as his blood reached the surface of her skin and formed a black mark. "You're owned. My slave." Without another word she fainted and he carried her home.

Years went by, Valise aged and turned into a stunningly beautiful women. She was loyal and worried when he came home late. He enjoyed her company and only once, before Alice, did he get another slave. Ava, yet she didn't last he let Valise have her. He was given another slave, Alice Katarina Valentine, a gift from the gods. His very own fallen angel. He enjoyed her more than he seemed to enjoy Valise. This made Valise bitter. Alexander didn't care he wanted her. He was filled with nothing but lust towards Katarina, that even Katarina  hated.