Ahhhhh my version of what I think Love Bite should be like. Never done this story so be nice. If you review I'll continue the story. If not, then I think you all hate it. Even if you do, please review? Review=Cookies

Disclaimer- I've been wishing on shooting stars and throwing pennies into wells... Does it look like I own Vampire Kisses series? Well I don't.

Chapter 1- A little too perfect

I, Raven Madison, am now the luckiest and happiest girl in the world. I can't ever remember being happier. And I couldn't have been; except for one thing standing in my way. Mortality. It just liked sitting there. Staring me in the face. Taunting me. I wanted to smack it off the earth. But every time I got so close to what I wanted, I got scared. I had no idea why. Wasn't this what I wanted?

I thought about this as I lay with my true love, Alexander Sterling, in his coffin. This would probably sound crazy to any other person but me. Probably because most people are not like me. I wore black lipstick, nailpolish, and gothic clothes. I had dark brown eyes, unique pale skin, and again black hair. My Hello Batty obsession creeped people out. Oh yeah, and besides those facts, I had a life long dream of becoming a vampire. You can see I don't usually blend in with the crowd, do I? But still, I was so happy. Nothing could kill my mood.

I had gone threw so much since I met Alexander; I had found out he was a vampire, avoided getting bitten by Jagger Maxwell (A vampire and used to be nemisis of Alexander) more than once, saved my neimisis Trevor Mitchell (the soccer snob who has hated, made fun of, and tormented me since kindergartned) from getting bitten Luna (Jagger's sister), saved my brother Billy Boy from Valentine (also, brother to Jagger and Luna) who couldn't find there sibilings and wanted revenge, restored order to The Coffin Club in Hipsterville, and had helped Alexander not move away with his parents. (Cassandra and Constantine Sterling) And still, here I was, still alive and at peace. I now know nothing can break Alexander and I apart. It seemed as if the world was agaisnt us, but we kept fighting back.

Only one thing bothered me; why didn't Alexander bite me and make me like him?!Then we could sleep the day away, fly around the world as bats during night, and live gothicly ever after? It seemed so simple. He said it was more complicated then that, but it didn't seem that way. I'd deal with it for now.

I turned toward Alexander and ran my fingers down the buttons of his button down shirt. I look at his tousled black hair. I inhaled and smelt his wonderful smell. It wasn't like the colone some guys use, but natural. I carrassed his pale skin thinking I was the luckiest person in the world to call him my love, and me his. Then I closed my eyes feeling at peace

Minutes later I felt Alexander ster next to me. I opened my eyes and peeked outside the coffin to look out the window. It was now dark on this prefect Sunday evening.

Alexander opened his eyes, looked at me, and smiled.

"Good evening," he said in his voice that makes me want to melt.

"Hey," I replied softly.

"Sleep well?" He asked.

"No, not really," I confessed.

"Why not?" he said upset. His face got protective and it made me want to giggle.

"I was too busy staring at you," I teased, " besides, I need to sleep tonight for school tomarrow." As much as I rather stay here with Alexander then be forced to see Trevor in the morning, reality called.

As if reading my mind, Alexander's face softend. He put his arms around me and then he gave me a soft, tender, kiss. I wanted to remain there for eternity in his arms. A tiny shiver went down my spine. It wasn't because I was cold. It was becauase of Alexander's kiss. But Alexander thought otherwise, because he quickly broke away with a frown. I pouted.

"Your cold," He said. It sounded like he was accusing me.

"No. Do you honestly not know what your kisses do to me?" I asked.

Alexander laughed and kissed me again. He was warm and cool at the same time. I leaned into him and deepened the kiss. He pulled away again. Okay, now this was getting annoying.

"It's time for you to go home," he told me. Oh. That.

I put my face in full pout mode. "No."

Alexander laughed at my expression. Despite my answer, he lifted up the lid and swooped me in his arms like my own personal superman. I wrapped my arms around his neck and giggled. He carried me all the way threw the creepy masion that I loved. It was just like from a horror film. And my true love got to live there. Did I mention everything was just pefect?!

We got downstairs to the front door. He set me down. I glared at the door in front of us. Why oh why did I have to leave?! I started to open the door reluctantly, then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a very familiar creepy man.

"Good evening Raven," said Jameson in his heavy Russian accent. Jameson was Alexander's butler, and also our friend.

"Hi, Jameson," I said.

"I hope to see you here again soon," he said and smiled warmly at me.

I smiled back. "Me too. Thanks."

Jameson nodded and headed toward the kitchen.

Then, Alexander took my hand, went threw the front door, and started walking me home. We walked in silence as the cool wind touched my face. It wasn't an awkward silence, but a peaceful one. I loved his cool hand against mine. He seemed so perfect. Unfortunately, we reached my house all too soon. I sighed. I guess true love did have boundries. Curfews.

Alexander walked me to my front porch and turned to me to look into my eyes. "I'll see you tomarrow night?"

"I'll be counting the minutes," I promised.

He gave me a swift peck on the lips then said, "Love you."

Happy to know he meant it I smiled and said, "Love you too."

Then he turned away, melting into the the night like the mystery he is. I promised myself that I would see him soon. I sighed, then turned to head inside my house. I closed the door behind me and automaticaly turned to my room.

Suddenly, Billy Boy, my brother. jumped in my way, grinning evily, and said," Your late!"

"And your a nerd, so I guess were even," I retorted automatically. It was like a reflex to do that.

As if on cue, Mom walked in and said, "Raven, good to see you home."

Good for you I wanted to say. This was definately a bad thing for me.

"Yup, and I'm really tired so I think I'll just be heading off to bed now," I said instead as quickly as I could. But it probably sounded like 'YupandI'mreallytiredsoIthinkI'lljustheadofftobed' Then I dodged around my mother, went into my bedroom, and closed the door before she could say anything else.

I plopped on my bed, not bothering to take off my clothes. I tossed and turned for what seemed like forever. Something seemed wrong. Maybe, just maybe, everything was a little too perfect. I felt as if some big scary vampire would pop out and ruin everything for me any second. God, I was paranoid. I finally went to sleep and dreamed of nothing but Alexander that night. Except for one image that was mysteriously and unfortunately in there.

Trevor Mitchel.

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