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Jareth the Appa

Musings of a Drunk

"One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's something worth watching."
--- Unknown.
Ever since I was a little girl I knew what I was and what I had to become. Some would argue that knowledge deprived me of a childhood, but I say, "screw 'em".

Brandy had become my favorite companion -- and I poured myself another shot. Daddy had never approved of my drinking; not even in solitary. Perhaps he was worried someone would take advantage of the situation (and me) should they find I was a little tipsy. But I had found the auburn colored drink was the only thing to help me stumble my way through the day. I had grown so tired, so bored, of life that I had begun to wonder what was there left for me to achieve?
What was there left for me to achieve? ... Perhaps there was nothing left for me to achieve. And those thoughts are the thoughts that make alcohol a necessity for me. I digress.

Since I was a little girl I knew it would be my brother and I to provide Father with an heir to the throne should he step down. Now that I'm older it's clear to me my brother will be that heir to the throne... so what does that leave for me? I'm not jealous of my brother -- in fact -- I couldn't be more happy for him.
When I compare myself to my brother and our other siblings and what they have accomplished... what could I possibly strive to accomplish that could make Daddy proud of me as he is of them? Dante has trained his entire life to accept the throne from Daddy. Poe, as much as I loathe to admit it, handles the affairs of the cleaners so well. Morgan, she handles the public affairs splendidly while I merely handle Daddy's paperwork.

As I poured myself another shot when the thought crossed my mind: what if I never accomplish anything? I sighed audibly before picking the glass up, and, downed the shot I'd just poured.

I slammed the crystal shot glass down against the top of the desk and another sigh escaped my lips. "Jareth," I started as I slipped from the over sized desk chair, "I want you to go and find us something for dinner." I slowly approached the door. "I'll be in my room waiting for you but do hurry. My patience is worn thin today." And with a twist of the golden door handle I emerged out into the hallway.

I took my time in reaching my bed chambers; the sound of my high heels clicking against the cobblestone floor beneath them eased my nerves while the thought of failing to accomplish anything continued to leave my mind in a state of dismay, a state of utter nothingness. I knew I had raised a valid point with myself so was I just going to sit back and allow my inevitable failure enclose on me or was there something I could do, something to postpone it? Again, I twisted a golden handle, and pushed open the wooden door to my chambers just before entering it.

Dearly Departed

"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal; love leaves a memory no one can steal."
--- Unknown.
I looked up as I felt Vi approaching and an odd chill worked it's way down my spine; something was wrong.

"PIERCE...!" At the sound of her voice I turned to face her and what I saw, what I smelt... blood. Alexia's blood. "Oh Pierce... thank god I've found you!" She started to double over as she gasped for air but she corrected herself and her frightened gaze met mine. "Pierce, Alexia was--..." I didn't let her finish; letting her finish would be wasting valuable time.

The smell of her blood was strong, too strong. I approached the bed where her brother was holding the towel over the presumed wound as her younger sister looked on in horror. "Move." And they moved. My hands replaced my sons and my blood ran cold at the severity of the wounds but I wasted little time in mustering the energy to force the wound to heal, but she remained silent. Her chest raising and falling with each shaky, shallow breath she could draw past her lips.

My wife, who I spared but a glance, had began to usher the others out of the room but from the silence came a more worrisome sound: the dreaded death rattle. "Alexia...." I paused. "Who the hell did this to you...?" I could feel the flesh under my hand was now mended but she remained ever so silent aside from the death rattle. And, for the first time, I began to fear.

I could feel my brows furrow toward one another as my finger tips brushed some of her raven locks from her face; my own sorrow growing with each passing second. "Alexia... this isn't like you." I spoke softly, sitting beside her on the bed. Usually she was the one trying to keep contact with me, now it was the other way around. I glared, angry with the situation.

A pang of energy came from my wife, a warning she was coming. I drew in a deep breath and gathered myself. "This had better be important Vi." I warned as I looked to her.

"We've caught the culprit behind this -- do you want me to have the kids leave her for you to deal with first?"

"No," ... "No. I don't want them to have a moments rest, not that Dante would listen to you right now." I spoke truthfully and with Alexia in this weakened condition I didn't trust the others to watch over her.

"Of course." I watched her lips turn up in a light smile.. "She'll be alright. She's just as stubborn as you are and she wouldn't let something as simple as Death scare her..."

"As she should be. It's just a waiting game from until she stirs."

She nodded, "I'm going to go and inform Dante of your wishes. I'll check in again in a few hours." I nodded in response and with that she was gone.

Four long hours had came and passed while Alexia remained silent and still; not even a twitch of life. I sighed, audibly. I was beginning to doubt that she would be able to pull out of this without the help of Poe. The thought made me furious; the one behind this was going to pay dearly for this, for attacking a Krause. I continued to leer as I looked to the side when I saw something sitting on the desk. I rose to my feet and approached her desk where her journal lay opened to the latest entry. The words I read struck a nerve and I continued to glare.

I've become bored with this life. Not the palace life, of course, but life in general.

I have strived with every fiber of my entire being -- and have succeeded -- to do my best in every subject I have ever tried my hand at, all to make father proud of me, as he was of my siblings. What is there left for me now? Dante was to take the throne, Morgan handled the public affairs and even that bastard Poe as Death... what could I possibly do to compete with them? Perhaps... perhaps there is nothing left for me? Perhaps my legecy will be the let down of the family.

I've ran out of ideas, out of goals and now all I can hope for is to close my eyes and never wake.

I sat the journal back down on her desk. "Damn it Alexia..." I whispered; sitting beside her on the bed again. "... I'm sorry I wasn't here." The burning sensation that had started in my throat had now made it's way to my nose and I could feel the tears welling up. "I guess I'm just like that pathetic father of mine." I looked down to her; her face an ashen color as her lips had began to turn a different shade. "Not being there when someone you care about needs you..." Amidst the sorrow I was angry; angry at the fates, angry with the one responsible for this and.... angry with myself. I was the father. I was the protector. I wasn't there for her...

She remained silent; the time between each breath was becoming longer and more shallow. "You've always made me proud Alexia... You surpassed my own expectations ten fold. An ideal student and daughter." Again I brushed a stray lock from her face. "Why did this have to happen to you?" I looked to the side. "Everyone needs you here..." That burning sensation worsened. "Even me." Even I was surprised to hear those words leave my own lips.

"Quitting isn't an option for you. It never has been and it won't be one now." I raised my tone, some part of me hoping she could hear me giving her an order. I wasn't going to allow my eldest daughter to die, not like this, not now. Despite my own stubbornness I could feel a single tear escape and land on her as she lay there.

"D-Daddy...?" A soft, hoarse voice called. Immediately I looked down to her, placing a hand on the top of her head, a common way for me to let her know I was there. "Alexia..."

Her eyes seemed to have trouble adjusting to the well lit room. "What... What happened Daddy...?"

» The Basics «

Name: Alexia Marie Krause.
Alias: Princess; Alexi.
Gender: Female.
Appears: Twenty-four.
Specie: Hybrid; embodies pestilence.
Ethnicity: German.

» Extra Info «

Birth Date: January first.
Zodiac: Capricorn.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Occupation: Student; assistant to her father.

» Important Facts «

● Eldest daughter to Pierce and Veronica Krause.
Twin sister to Dante; eldest sibling to Morgan and Poe Krause.

● Formally introduced into Hells Royal court as their first Princess, along side her twin as the first Prince, at the age of five.

» Relationships «

Father: Pierce Krause; alive.
Mother: Veronica Krause; alive.
Brother(s): Dante Krause; alive.
Lucian Krause; alive.
Sister(s): Morgan Krause; alive.
Cynthia Krause; alive.
Amelia Krause; alive.

Daughter(s): n/a.
Son(s): n/a.

Partner: Jareth.
Friend(s): Pierce, Dante, Jareth, Morgan, Gwen, Wish, Chase, Sugar, Izabella, Cynthia, Raine, Amelia, Poe.

» Description «

Height: five foot, three inches.
Weight: one hundred, thirty pounds.
Build: slender but very voluptuous with an hourglass figure, plump hips forming a plump rear end, tiny waist and large bust (large D-cup, border lining on DD-cup).

Eyes: narrow shaped, left is silver with a ring of gold around the pupil while the right is gold with a ring of silver around the pupil.
Hair (style): comes down to the middle of her back, bangs parted off center (just slightly and more to the right than left) however are pinned back out of her face. extremely wavy almost curly in nature.
Hair (color): black.
Skin tone: very pale with very faint pink undertones.

Scarring(s): n/a.
Tattoo(s): n/a.
Piercing(s): n/a.

» Need to Knows «

Likes: literature, penmanship, expanding her knowledge and learning new things, pushing herself, the finer things in life, the hunt, red roses, diamonds, chocolates (most sweets), helping her father or brother in some way, canines, horse back riding, Summer, traveling (though not for long periods of time), instruments such as the organ, piano and violin, the look of snow, helping her family, playing/spending time with Jareth, reading in front of a fire place, fire in general, candle light, blood bathes, candle lit baths, corsets, gloves, whips, furs, light rains, moonlight, stars and moon in general, the colors dark red, black, purple, gold and green, shopping, collecting things such as books (the older the better), dresses, old jewelry and swords, Victorian styled clothes, brandy, the scents of cinnamon and vanilla (but not together).

Dislikes: illnesses, the excessive abuse to a woman by a man, displeasing her father, failing in anything,felines, the Twilight Saga, rumors, double-standards, pants on women, unwanted sexual advances, most modern practices, being underestimated, sexual comments, loose women, strong smells, Lucifer, lazy hired help, illiteracy, cold weather, being interrupted, being used against her family, rape, being used, her or any member of her family being disrespected, animal abuse.

Traits: elegant, arrogant, posh, persuasive, charismatic, intelligent, high strung, stubborn, competitive, mildly violent, leader, over achiever, hard worker, prude, strict, mildly introverted, frail, cautious, opinionated, independent, observant, dedicated, pessimistic, mannerly, grammar nazi, life of the party, two-faced.

» Shout Out «

001 profile by Alaska.
002 artwork by Lavabeast.
003 Zombie for all of the gifts! ♥️
004 Country for being super freaking amazing and allowing me to have Princess. ;o; ♥️
005 overlay by the talented seraph!