A/N: Before we begin, I need to say: I have many opinions on religions ect, and my character self tends to express them. Also, the Christian character in here (the main chara) is a bit of my opinion on the bossy overly religious type. If there is any chance you will take offence, please don't read...now onto the story.

Alexander:

The Beginning

By: Little Artemis

A whole new world,

A whole new life,

A new beginning,

And a whole lot to change.

Prologue

Smoldering heat, the gentle blessing of a cool summer’s rain. Staring up at the dark blue of a mid July sky, arms crossed behind my head in a relaxed pose. The throbbing in my head carefully easing, slowly cooling down after the frustrations pushed on me from earlier.

I strolled the nearly empty streets of the down town area for a place to kick-back, where for a few hours I would not be judged. I had thought that one of the local bars would be a great place to go. Just a few drunks, the occasional homosexual, maybe a few whores and strippers, drowning in their misery. It was great because no one I knew would be there. The people I know from church? They avoid this side of town like the plague. My main job? Only the regulars would recognize me, and even then they know me well enough not to bother me. And the place I volunteer? They are too young to drink, mostly ranging from the ages or thirteen too eighteen. Any older and they’re a volunteer like me, unless they’re a youth volunteer, but still, the minimum is thirteen.

My main job is a waiter and one of the local hot spot restaurants. The regulars were mainly happy families, seniors, teenage couples, and nervous runaways. I don’t really have to worry about them. During the week I volunteer at this youth hang out called Youth for Christ. Although it may say it’s a Christian building, it isn’t. There are many religions floating around there. I know from personal experience of being a teenager and going there. Also from having some of the kiddies growl at me for pushing my religion on them.

It being Friday, it was the night where I have to spend four hours with the cheery bunch…take note of my sarcasm. Although some of them may have been cheery, may were just there to bitch. And this week, they were laying down the law; they weren’t letting anyone cheer them up, continuously getting into fights. Many of them had to be banned and taken away in police cars. To our dismay, the good ones had all gone off on vacation which is the initial cause of the riot.

They whined, they punched, they got drunk, got high, they even ran around naked. Although, the cause for the lack of clothing on them was either being drunk or high, in some cases both. It grew to be so bad that thirty minutes into it I felt like banging my head against the nearest wall in frustration, and anger. By the end of the four hours of torture, I was a complete mess; chewing on my nails, red puffy eyes, my right eye had a noticeable twitch, my hands were shaking, ripped clothing that was also out of order, nail scratched down my cheeks, a sneer plastered on my mouth (twitching at the corner), and to make it all worse: I had a migraine bigger than the Asian population. The other youth leaders even began to avoid me. It may have been due to the fact that I was talking to myself in a third person, just plain talking to myself, and the fact that I growled like a dog at one of them for touching me. I can’t help it that the kids drove me up the wall, they were worse than my old friends. Luckily for us, we had no arsonists there like they used to, although my old friend who is an arsonist vowed that grad day was going to be his only time for burning down a building.

I spent fifteen minutes calming down in my car, five driving to my apartment, and then took a taxi to this area of town. I told the guy to just drop me off near stripper central; I’d find my way around. It was near midnight now, and I just wanted to get drunk. Luckily, it was Friday and work is on Sunday. It meant I could sleep in all I wished and not have to worry a bit.

When I walked around a corner a fine looking bar entered my view. I cautiously approached it, and when I heard no rowdy fun going on, I entered. The scent of vomit and anti-bacterial hitting me like a slap to the face, it literally flooded my nostrils. Obviously everyone had been having a great deal of fun before my arrival. Chairs were strewn all over, broken glass cluttering the ground, there was even some blood splattered on the walls. I grew nervous about taking a second step in.

“No need to worry, mate. The idiots that made this mess have been taken away.” The man behind the counter assured me when I gave him a nervous look. “S’only me, and the little missy here,” he added gesturing towards the woman sitting a few feet from him, nursing a bottle of what appeared to be vodka.

“What happened in here?” I asked after taking a few steps into the room, staring wide-eyed at the mess.

“Couple of guys got into a fight over me. One guy was making me uncomfortable by continuously pestering me for sex; the other was trying to stop him. Eventually, others began to take sides and join in, resulting in this mess. The one that was helping me was bailed out by me ‘cause he was dragged into it. ‘Sides, he’s a friend.” The woman explained, resting her head in her arms.

I decided to look her over, noticing that she wasn’t the scantly clothed whorish type that men usually ran after, especially bar going drunkards. Short messy brown hair, golden green eyes, healthy slim build, she was definitely not the bad type. Black concert shirt covered her upper half, camouflage cargos encased her legs, while a pair of white and blue flip flops decorated her feet. Piercings’ were scattered about her face: hoop ear rings on the lobes, right nostril, left eye brow, a few going along the upper and middle area of her right ear, and one hoop in the middle of her lower lip. Also, a small silver chain was around her neck, the charm hanging from it was hiding under her shirt in her cleavage. She was a sight to be seen.

“I don’t know why he bothered. It’s not like I’m interested in baboons like him,” she muttered, taking a swig from her bottle. “I’ve got enough problems, and don’t need a filthy drunk baboon added to the list. Luckily Karl decided to follow and play body guard.”

I walked over and sat down on the empty stool next to her, inspecting the room as I went. “Boy this place is a mess,” I repeated in awe.

“Yep, those boys sure made a mess. Can you believe one man made that mess? Karl was too busy dodging the objects being thrown at him to even think of throwing anything back.” The woman said as the bartender scurried out from his haven to right a few chairs and a table.

I laughed, smiling when she eyed me as if I was a piece of meat and she was the predator. “Hey, mind if I grab a beer? Promise not to grab anything else.” I said smiling widely.

“Wait a minute,” he panted, his scrawny chest heaving, as he surveyed the numerous overturned chairs and tables. He then looked at me and thought for a second. “If you help me right this furniture, I’ll give you two beers on the house.” He proposed.

Grinning, I jumped from my seat, helping him with the load of work. Fifteen minutes later, although it felt like hours, we were finished. Little missy was on her second vodka since I had arrived, Mr. Bartender was going back to his shelter, not thinking about the fact that she had snuck some vodka from his haven. She looked over her bottle at me, licking her lips in a tempting way. Just at that I could feel the blood rushing to my lower half, circulating in that one area.

I smiled as he set one if my beers on the counter, nice, fresh, and cold from the back. After climbing back onto my stool and wiping the sweat from my brow, I gulped down a good fourth of the bottle. Sighing, I let the cool liquid flow down my esophagus, throwing my head back and groaning in content. It was a wonderful feeling. Then I downed some more, watching as my second was placed on the counter. I slowly finished my first, not in too much of a rush now.

“Are you two on a mission to get drunk tonight?” He asked us, making friendly small talk.

“Yep, need a break from the brats.” We chirped in unison. Spinning around on our stools, we stared at each other, equally surprised looks on planted on our faces. A few seconds later, she broke down in giggles while I smiled weakly.

“What type of brats are you escaping from? I asked her.

“Mostly I’m escaping from my babies, a set of two year old quadruplets. Then again, there’s also my annoying ‘baby sitter’ who needs to learn the meaning of the words ‘fuck off’” She growled, her hands making quotation marks on ‘baby sitter’.

I laughed, nodding in agreement. “Let’s see, I need to escape high society, give in to temptation. Also those teenagers at the youth hang out I volunteer at are a royal pain in the ass with all their whining and bitching.”

“Are you a Christian boy?” She asked, cocking one eyebrow, as she fiddled with the charm around her neck. I still could not see what the symbol was. It was when she asked that question that my need to know what it was grew. The signs: the dark tone in her voice, and how her eyes narrowed slightly.

“Yes…” I replied, hesitantly. “How’d you guess?”

She threw her head back laughing. “The way you talked about temptation as if it were a curse word. You sound like a stereo typical Christian, or at least a religious freak.”

“Oh? And if Christians are so bad, what’s your religion?” I growled, growing to dislike her.

“Paganism and I’m a Wicca. And honorable religion that has barely and hypocrites in it…that I know of.” It was then she showed me her charm. It was a circle with a star inside, the Wiccan symbol.

I was about to retaliate about how she was delving into the darkness, but the bartender cut me off. “I wouldn’t start a religious battle with her mate,” He whispered. “She has some ammo from her mother that she could use on you. Caused many Christians to run with their tail between their legs, and reread the bible many times before they came back and apologized. Her favorite thing to throw at them is their hypocrisy.”

“Is that so?” I said, sounding slightly like a snobbish brat.

“Yep, although in this state it would be incoherent.” He muttered as he came out of his haven. He held her away with by putting one hand on her forehead, as she tried to grope his chest. It was done in the comical way you would normally see on T.V.

She began to mutter something as she pretended to divert her attentions to the hand attached to her head. “…Man boobies…” was all I caught as she quickly went back to trying to grope him.

“Quite a hilarious sight isn’t she?” He asked me, smiling slightly.

“She normally like this when drunk?” I questioned, poking her determined face.

“Worse. If there were more males in the room you’d see.”

“Attention starved?”

“…Uhm…” he coughed, “sex starved.”

My eye brows raised and I looked down at the five foot four woman. “What is she, a slut?” I asked, not thinking. To my luck, she was determined with groping the man’s chest to even comprehend what I had said. Though, to my great disdain, he did. He glared at me, and gave me one of his best dirty looks. Hopefully, it wasn’t actually his best.

“No,” he growled. “She’s a good woman. Although she is under the impression she’s going to die alone. She’s only ever done the deed once, when she was nineteen. Also, just so you know, she’ll be twenty two this August.”

“And that first time is how the brats popped up?” I asked, my eyebrows shooting up.

“Yep, they were unprotected and drunk. I haven’t seen the bastard ever since he made a public display. It was something about her pressuring him about the kids. All she did was tell him about them, and say that they’re his. He’s bin in denial through her pregnancy and the children’s lives. Thanks to that, he’s no longer allowed in bars in this area. You see, the tenders will occasionally rotate if one can not show up at another. We know each other, and her, pretty well.”

“And what, exactly, is her name?”

“Christina Heart. You are?”

Blinking at the sudden remembrance of that name, I replied to his question, “Christian Morgan Churnhill…is her name seriously Christina Heart?”

“Yeah…you a fan?” He asked, suspicious, as she finally snuggles into his chest.

“No…I’m an old classmate.” I corrected.

“Same here.” He said, raising his head so I could see his face from beneath the hood of his sweater. Blood red eyes stared at me, dancing with glee, from a slouched form. Pale eyebrows knitted together, going well with his sneer to make him look quite sinister. Dyed black hair framed the right side of his ghostly pale face, growing shorter as it went around his head; fell out of the disguising hood. Thinking for a second, I recognized him immediately. It was Lucifer Livemai.

“Luc?” I asked, surprise evident on my face.

“Yeah Chris. Everyone’s favorite Satanist.” The albino said, grinning a bit insanely as he did a Broadway worthy bow.

“I thought the white coats took you back on grad day when you tried to burn down the school while singing “Glory, glory, hallelujah”…the bad version.” I said, wincing as Christina began to sing said song.

“Glory, glory hallelujah, teacher hit me with the ruler. Stand behind the door with a loaded forty four and there ain’t no teacher no more.” She chorused, giggling as Luc tried on vain to release himself from her grip.

I sighed as her attention was immediately caught by the Satanic cross around the man’s neck. “So you’re completely devoted to demons, Satan, and that junk?” I ask him, discreetly playing with the cross beneath my shirt. It was a graduation gift from Christina, hand crafted from copper, in which she paid two allowances for. Considering the fact that she earned thirty dollars every two weeks, it cost a pretty big bundle.

“Yep.” He said, “when she discovered I was completely devoted she bought me this and a few ritual books. For the past few years we haven’t seen you, we were debating whether or not she should have bought you the ‘How to be a good Christian’ book.”

Glaring at him, I seethed as she whispered something into his ear. They laughed, looking me over, and I grew suspicious. Luc whispered something back and they laughed again. “That’s it!” my mind yelled. “What are you two giggling about?” I hissed out loud.

“Nothing!” They said innocently in unison. Separating, they held their hands behind their backs, a desperate attempt at looking innocent. There was the big word…attempting. I knew they were talking about me.

“I know it was something, and that it was about me. So tell me already!” I growled, my head tilting lower, looking at them from beneath my eyebrows. My eye narrowed till they resembled slits, my teeth bared in anger at the two.

“Seriously Chris, you’re just being paranoid.” Christina scolded before bursting out in a fit of giggles.

“Fucking tell me now!” I yelled at them.

“Ooo, Christian boy’s pissed.” Lucifer said, mock fear dripping over his words.

Christina giggled, gripping onto the Satanists arm for support as she wobbled, drunk, towards me. “Chris, there’s nothing you could do or say that would scare us, so stop trying.” She cooed, stroking the front of my shirt.

“Vile temptress,” I hissed.

“I’m only vile because your mind wants me to be.” She whispered, dragging me towards the back. “Luc! Close up! I’ll be at the car. You’re the designated driver here, while I’m at it, I’m giving Chris another beer.” She yelled past me as I was dragged into the mildly cold air. I found a rather fancy red sports car out there waiting for us. Fire designs were crawling up the front hood, and along the sides. A little devil decoration dangled from the rear view mirror, and red black lights glowed underneath the vehicle. The back and rear passenger windows were tinted, while one window in the back had the design of a naked woman plastered on it.

I watched as she clumsily tried to open one of the doors, specifically the one with the under dressed woman on it. “Like my ride? It’s custom done.” Luc said as he locked the back entrance to his bar.

“Remember what I am like and you’ll know what my opinion is.” I growled as Christina tugged me into the vehicle.

I fell into the car, landing on top of her. A look of horror crossed my face as I heard the door shut and lock. She wrapped her arms around me lustfully, before handing me a beer. I chugged it down, remembering how determined she could be. Three beers had made it past my lips and into my system during the time it took to get to her place. By that time I had lost all inhibitions, and was passionately kissing her, despite Luc’s protests.

“Dudes! Not in my car!” He whined when I tore my shirt off. “Oh man, Ali’s gonna kill me for helping you get laid. Christina. I can just hear it now: ‘Lucifer! I thought I told you not to meddle in my friends affairs!’” He imitated in a high pitched whine.

“Naw!” Christina slurred, “she’d probably tell you that it’s your turn to baby sit if I get pregnant again.”

She cupped my crotch, and I groaned into her shoulder, listening as she laughed into my ear. I growled, pushing her hands away and pinning them above her head with one of my hands. With my second hand I moved her shirt up, and kissed her gently, letting my hand cup her breast. My thumb gently teased her nipple as I bathed myself in her moans.

I felt the car stop, but I paid no attention to it. I ignored the front door opening and continued my assault of her body. The door opened behind me, I shrugged it off. It was when the person behind me slapped my ass hard that I reacted. I jumped slightly, and spun around to stare at him wide eyed.

“What the fuck, Luc?” I said, my drunked state causing me to swear greatly.

“Yeah, yeah. Just get out of my car. My precious leather interior has already been christened. Only Ali and I may commit the holy act in here.” Lucifer said, resting one hand on his hip while the other help the door open.

“No need to slap my ass!” I whined, crossing my arms over my chest. It was then I noticed the searing pain from banging my head on the roof, when I reacted to his attack. “I thought you were hetro,” I added.

“I am,” he stated, rolling his eyes.

“Then why did you slap my ass?” I growled. “I am male you know.”

“Gee, I didn’t notice.” Luc said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I did it for the shock factor you idiot.”

I glared at him while rubbing my head vigorously. Christina squirmed beneath me, and my attentions suddenly darted back to her. I smiled as she looked up at me with lust filled eyes. Slowly, I backed out of the vehicle, grabbing my shirt off the car floor as I went. Holding out my hand, I help her out of the vehicle, hugging her to my bare chest when she stumbled.

Luc locked up his car, then guided us towards the grand mansion before us. I followed, carrying the drunken woman in my arms: one beneath her back, the other beneath her knees.

The man in front of us peeked into the large building after unlocking the door. “Coasts clear, everyone must be in bed,” he stated before ushering us in, locking the door behind us. “I’ll lead you two up to her room,” he said, taking us up a grand flight of stairs.

We passed many doors, a large sum of them labeled so as not to confuse new comers. It took us close to ten minutes before we reached her bedroom. The only way I could tell it was hers, was by the green name tag on her door. Luc left us there, walking away to some other part of the mansion. I was left alone to deal with the drunk, horny, woman.

With a little difficulty, I opened her door, looking inside. In the centre of the room was a bed, I slowly walked towards it as she squirmed in my arms. Dropping her on the bed, I scanned the floor for a discarded nightie. “No use looking for night clothes,” she whispered huskily, rubbing a hand over my bare chest. “Brent cleaned up and took my night clothes out to my dry cleaner.”

Sighing, I dropped my shirt on the floor, and began undressing her. First came her t-shirt, revealing a pale chest and full covered breasts. Next was her bra, releasing pale mounds of flesh, it was a master piece for me to feast on. Then my hands hungrily attacked her pants, desperate to see if she was just as magnificent down there.

“Let me take off yours,” she said huskily, undoing the zipper of my pants. I had already pulled down hers, and was going for mine when she said that.

She tugged them down, watching as I kicked them away. That left us quite revealed to each other, only in our underwear. It was despite the fact that she was missing her bra. She was sprawled out among her sheets, staring up at me in her bed, my hands holding me up from their position on either side of her head. “He sexy,” she whispered in my ear, running her hands up my bare chest.

“If I’m sexy, then you’re a goddess.” I whispered back, watching as her cheeks flushed gently and she looked away.

“You say that now, but you’ll change your mind in the morning.” She choked out.

“Let’s decide that when the morning comes.” I said, kissing her quivering lips. I deepened the kiss slightly, running my tongue along the valley between her lips. She writhed beneath me, moaning gently into my mouth.

“Chris…” She whispered hoarsely, clutching at my back. Sadly, during the last year of school, she decided to break her nail biting habit. It may have saved her the pain in her feet, but it gave me a pain in the back when she was horny. Luckily, it felt as if she had clipped her nails some time recently. I would probably only end up with dots where her nails were digging in.

I bit down gently on her neck, listening as she sucked in a breath. Her breathing grew rapid as my hands caressed the curves of her body, avoiding her awaiting wetness. I was nervous about this, but only slightly. I may have been a virgin, but I was still a drunk male.

Working down her body, I kissed every bit of skin I could. I paid special attention to her full breasts, suckling each nipple. Her hands clawed at my back, causing me to hiss in pain.

“Need. You.” She whined out.

“Patience precious,” I whispered back. Gently, I tugged down her panties, exposing her dripping sex. Licking up her slit, I wanted to drive her wild.

Her breathing was harsh, as her hands dug into my hair, pushing my face into her obviously hungry sex. Parting the lips of her puckered rose bud, I stared. Moving closer, I licked the bud I found there, drowning in her whimpers of ecstasy. Just for a try, I sucked on the little bud, smiling inwardly as she began to buck. I licked up and down the tempting slit, paying careful attention to the legendary bud known as the clitoris. She moaned; deep, throatily, and full of lust. For one night, I wanted to be the one to fill her need.

Careful, I slid two fingers into the awaiting hole, blushing as a squishing sound filled my ears. She began to pant as I went back to licking, causing me to turn even redder. I sat back on my heels, my face as red as a tomato. Panting, she sat up, staring at me with a questioning look on her face.

“Sorry,” I said nervously. “It’s just, this is my first time, and normally sex disgusted me. Dad wasn’t exactly thorough about it, so I had to learn from you. The thing is, that was hard since I wasn’t used to someone being so straight forward.”

“S’okay,” she said, patting me on the head. “I don’t even know what passionate love making is like anyways.”

Sighing, I stood, and removed my underwear. I lay down on top of her, kissing those tame red lips, my tongue exploring the cavity behind her lips. Her hand gently removed my boxers, then wrapped around my erection, causing me to break the kiss with a shuddering moan. She then gave it a few tugs before guiding it into her waiting hole. Groaning, and placing my arms at either side of her head so the would hold me up right. Kissing her, once more, our tongue battled for dominance, as our bodies writhed against each other. Her hands clung to my body as if she would fall.

Slowly, I slid my erection in and out of her wet hole, getting myself used to the feeling. My lips broke away from hers, both of us moaning, after she tightened around me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, locking themselves behind my back.

Again, and again, our lips locked, exploring each others mouths. We were vigorously attacking each others bodies with our hands. I pumped into her harder and harder, getting as fast as I possibly could.

Five minutes later, I broke the last kiss, groaning as I filled her with my seed. She cried out as her own orgasm hit, nails digging into me for a second time that night. Panting, I fell on top of her, curling into her body. I pulled the blanket up to cover our bodies, as we cuddled in the warmth. My now sated member, limp and tingling, was slowly sliding out of her body.

She buries her face into my neck, as I wrapped my arms around her waist. It was nice to be sleeping with another body, I was sure she felt the same way as I. Burying my face into her hair, forgetting what was to come tomorrow, and letting sleep over come me.

My sober self would not be too bad would it?

Blah: Well, if you've made it this far, you obviously are the non-flamer type. Thank you for reading, and I hope you liked it kisses