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The Angel of Blood struggled against the five werefoxes that pinned him to the cave wall. He almost managed to get free, knocking the werefox holding his right arm to the ground before a silver blade pierced his heart and he could no longer move. He just hung his head in defeat and long vibrant red hair spilled over his white shirt like blood. The werefoxes kept him in place as their mistress placed four more swords into the Angel of Blood, one in each palm and one in each thigh.
"Why couldn't you have just behaved my dear Alison?" The werefox's cruel mistress asked with a sweet young voice. Alison could feel the tears beginning to well up in his eyes at the thought of what his former mistress had done to his lover and to his weretiger.
"You will pay for their deaths," Alison barely whispered. His former mistress burst into laughter, her angelic laugh echoed through the cave.
"Will I now? I think not my dear Alison. You will be forever trapped here. None of this would have happened if you had only behaved. Their deaths are on your hands my dear."
Tears fell from Alison's eyes as he looked up at his former mistress. She looked to be a young, fragile woman but she was actually a powerful vampire almost a thousand years old. Her skin was deathly pale with fine, ash-blonde hair that fell below her knees; currently tied in a tight braid. Her eyes were almost as pale blue as Alison's creator and looked to be lifeless. It had always fascinated Alison how much his former mistress resembled his creator though he knew they were not in any way related. She was wearing a plain white dress that flowed down her slim body to her ankles. She placed slender hands onto the sides of Alison's face, he flinched and tried to pull away but couldn't. He glared at her with vibrant blue eyes as she leaned closer to him and brushed his lips with hers.
"Oh my beautiful Angel of Blood, I did not wish to kill them. If only you had behaved," she said sorrowfully.
"You are a spiteful, ugly woman, Mademoiselle Melisende," Alison spat out in anger. "You treat me like I am your possession, not allowing me to be with anyone but you. I am not your possession and I was stupid to allow you to have any control over me."
"How dare you!" Melisende hissed. She brought her hand away from Alison's face and slapped him. Alison laughed, "How pathetic. That didn't even hurt, of course how could it? You're just a pathetic vampire Mademoiselle Melisende."
"I wouldn't be laughing my dear Alison. You are going to be trapped here for all eternity. I hope you enjoy every minute of the painful hunger that will overcome you. I just wish I could stay to hear your screams." She said with a cruel smile. She put out the candles in the room and left with her werefoxes, locking the metal door behind her.
"I am a Nox Noctis Angelus, a being more powerful than you will ever be Mademoiselle Melisende. And when I get free I will rip you apart," Alison whispered to the darkness.

Out in the dark cold night a young man hid at the entrance of the cave. He watched as Melisende and her werefoxes left, keeping himself hidden with wards. He froze in place as one of the werefoxes began sniffing the air. He began worrying that he was caught but a kangaroo jumped into sight and werefox began to chase it.
The young man let out a sigh of relief as he sneaked into the cave. With a flick of his fingers a flame appeared in the palm of his hand, lighting his way. The cave was long and had many different tunnels. At each fork the young man would stop, close his eyes and listen to the emptiness
'Come to me,' a soft voice echoed in the darkness, leading him further into the cave until he reached a metal door. He touch the door, there was a sudden pain in his hand. He pulled it away quickly.
"Cold iron," he muttered to himself. "That crafty harlot."
He looked around the door, finding any kind of weakness but instead found that it was sealed up tightly using wards. He concentrated on the wards, focusing on who created them and trying to find any weaknesses.
"Curse this bloody door," he growled. "Father! Can you hear me?" He shouted, hoping that Alison would hear him.
"My son," a voice called back, but it was faint.
"I am sorry father, I cannot help you now. This door, it is warded against me and the cold iron makes it impossible for me to open it. Please, wait for me to return."
"I will wait my son," Alison called back.
With a heavy sigh the young man turned and left the cave. There was no more he could do, he had to wait and hope that he would be reunited with his father once more.

Description
Prologue

The Angel of Blood struggled against the five werefoxes that pinned him to the cave wall. He almost managed to get free, knocking the werefox holding his right arm to the ground before a silver blade pierced his heart and he could no longer move. He just hung his head in defeat and long vibrant red hair spilled over his white shirt like blood. The werefoxes kept him in place as their mistress placed four more swords into the Angel of Blood, one in each palm and one in each thigh.
"Why couldn't you have just behaved my dear Alison?" The werefox's cruel mistress asked with a sweet young voice. Alison could feel the tears beginning to well up in his eyes at the thought of what his former mistress had done to his lover and to his weretiger.
"You will pay for their deaths," Alison barely whispered. His former mistress burst into laughter, her angelic laugh echoed through the cave.
"Will I now? I think not my dear Alison. You will be forever trapped here. None of this would have happened if you had only behaved. Their deaths are on your hands my dear."
Tears fell from Alison's eyes as he looked up at his former mistress. She looked to be a young, fragile woman but she was actually a powerful vampire almost a thousand years old. Her skin was deathly pale with fine, ash-blonde hair that fell below her knees; currently tied in a tight braid. Her eyes were almost as pale blue as Alison's creator and looked to be lifeless. It had always fascinated Alison how much his former mistress resembled his creator though he knew they were not in any way related. She was wearing a plain white dress that flowed down her slim body to her ankles. She placed slender hands onto the sides of Alison's face, he flinched and tried to pull away but couldn't. He glared at her with vibrant blue eyes as she leaned closer to him and brushed his lips with hers.
"Oh my beautiful Angel of Blood, I did not wish to kill them. If only you had behaved," she said sorrowfully.
"You are a spiteful, ugly woman, Mademoiselle Melisende," Alison spat out in anger. "You treat me like I am your possession, not allowing me to be with anyone but you. I am not your possession and I was stupid to allow you to have any control over me."
"How dare you!" Melisende hissed. She brought her hand away from Alison's face and slapped him. Alison laughed, "How pathetic. That didn't even hurt, of course how could it? You're just a pathetic vampire Mademoiselle Melisende."
"I wouldn't be laughing my dear Alison. You are going to be trapped here for all eternity. I hope you enjoy every minute of the painful hunger that will overcome you. I just wish I could stay to hear your screams." She said with a cruel smile. She put out the candles in the room and left with her werefoxes, locking the metal door behind her.
"I am a Nox Noctis Angelus, a being more powerful than you will ever be Mademoiselle Melisende. And when I get free I will rip you apart," Alison whispered to the darkness.

Out in the dark cold night a young man hid at the entrance of the cave. He watched as Melisende and her werefoxes left, keeping himself hidden with wards. He froze in place as one of the werefoxes began sniffing the air. He began worrying that he was caught but a kangaroo jumped into sight and werefox began to chase it.
The young man let out a sigh of relief as he sneaked into the cave. With a flick of his fingers a flame appeared in the palm of his hand, lighting his way. The cave was long and had many different tunnels. At each fork the young man would stop, close his eyes and listen to the emptiness
'Come to me,' a soft voice echoed in the darkness, leading him further into the cave until he reached a metal door. He touch the door, there was a sudden pain in his hand. He pulled it away quickly.
"Cold iron," he muttered to himself. "That crafty harlot."
He looked around the door, finding any kind of weakness but instead found that it was sealed up tightly using wards. He concentrated on the wards, focusing on who created them and trying to find any weaknesses.
"Curse this bloody door," he growled. "Father! Can you hear me?" He shouted, hoping that Alison would hear him.
"My son," a voice called back, but it was faint.
"I am sorry father, I cannot help you now. This door, it is warded against me and the cold iron makes it impossible for me to open it. Please, wait for me to return."
"I will wait my son," Alison called back.
With a heavy sigh the young man turned and left the cave. There was no more he could do, he had to wait and hope that he would be reunited with his father once more.