I'm terribly sorry to those who have noticed that I have changed the title of the story. But, I like the title now... so deal with it! LOL! Nah. Just kidding. Enjoy!

"Excuse me?" Hephaestion asked the priestess. Obviously, if this priestess was to assume with her "mysical mind", she would have come up with this wacko idea behind Olympias' unusual obsession.

The priestess nodded her head, letting her hair bounce a little. Candle light flickered in the background. She lowered her hands down towards her feet. She slowly lifted the end of her white robe. Her long, slim legs were beautiful, if it hadn't been for the dozens of scars that spread across them. They were obviously bites, deep, two-bite marks. They were healed, completely, but still you could tell how deep the original wounds must have been.

Hephaestion looked up. His face showed disbelief. They were snake bites.

"King Alexander?" A voice suddenly sprung Alexander from his bed.

He looked at who it was who called his name. It was Cleitus, kneeling at the doorway.

"Is the King well. Is he feeling all right?"

Alexander looked fiercely at Cleitus, his face scowling with hatred.

Cleitus flinched a little, but proceeded to speak, "I-I heard that Hephaestion has gone missing. I...I..."

Alexander rose from his comfort zone (A.K.A "bed") and quickly stood on the floor despite of his depressed state.

Cleitus flinched again and began to shiver.

Alexander approached Cleitus with a swift, anger-filled motion and stood directly in front of the man he hated the most now.

"My, my," the King started to twitch the side of his mouth, "Is this a joke? A few weeks ago, you, my DEAR Cleitus attacked me without a trace of fear or respect. Yet, you tremble at my feet this very moment. Tell me, was I not more of a king then than I am now?"

"Gracious King, I came to apologize for my actions," he peered upwards at the King's distorted facial expression, "I was under the influence of wine and unaware of my surroundings at the time and...it wasn't until now that I knew what I had done."

Alexander, feeling emotions steaming inside of him, closed his eyes. His thoughts flashed back to that day. Cleitus was lying beside him, naked, finally finished with the act. Alexander himself, unable to move from the exaustion of doing "it" fifteen times in a row. He felt a tear fall across the sweating skin of his face. He looked to his side to see Cleitus' annoyingly peaceful-looking face.

He snapped back to the present moment, where Cleitus stood up, just about to leave. But, it wasn't to be so. Alexander clenched Cleitus' neck with his naked palms, pushing his victim to the floor, knocking the poor man's head on the hard tiled floor. Cleitus choked, trying to breathe, or maybe speak under the pressure of Alexander's fingers.

"cough...coughAl-Alexan-der. Sto-" Cleitus began weezing.

A female servant passed by the doorway and dropped the bundle of linen that she held in her arms. She ran off, screaming for help.

"It was your fault! Your drunken taste enjoyed the fruits of winning battle, didn't it? Hephaestion... he...he...was.."

Cleitus was grasping onto Alexander's arm, attempting to lift the king's hand off his throat.

Just before Alexander could finish his sentence, two men rushed into the room and pulled the struggling Alexander off of Cleitus. The men glared at Alexander, looked shocked in surprise, quickly bowed, and proceeded to grag the unconcious Cleitus out of the room. The servant girl stood by the doorway, and from shock, scurried away from Alexander's sudden frightening glare.

After staring at the girl who was running away as fast as she could, Alexander looked down on his hands. His eyes were wide with shock themselves. Guilt and disbelief mixed themselves into his emotions.

"God damn it!," Alexander thought, "Why did I do that? Cleitus was apologizing sincerely when I took out my own grief onto that poor man. Was it right to do such a thing? I have never done anything like this before. My friends, including Cleitus, all trusted me." He looked out through the doorway, "I wonder what Hephaestion would think of me after he hears of this. Would there be any chance of him forgiving me after this?"