Vampire Kisses: Alexander's Story
By Lady Minny of Raven
Author's Note
This is the story of Vampire Kisses by Ellen Schreiber in the point of view of Alexander. This what I think happened in Alexander's head while Raven was around and what he did while Raven wasn't around. This is Ellen Schreiber's story just written by me in a different point of view.
This is my first Fan Fiction and I hope you enjoy it. This is when Alexander first arrives in Dullsville. Sorry Its short, I just don't have a lot to go with yet.
Chapter One
This is great, I thought to myself, Welcome to dullsville. The town of folks who are less interesting that the dead.
I sat in the back seat of a jet black Mercedes as Jameson pulled the car into the mansion. I looked though the tinted windows while a 'Slipknot' song was blaring into my ears through my Portable CD player. The sun had just set so it was quite gloomy. The old Mansion sat on the hill as sturdy as it was when my Grandmother had lived there. I remembered the first time I had visited her when she had first showed me her beautiful paintings. I loved the one of Dracula she painted. It showed Dracula how he truly should look and I knew since I was from beautiful Romania. She had shown me how to paint Dracula as prefect as she could. But I always knew she was better…
I continued listening to this song then switched the CD player off once we where parked. I put the CD player into the 'Cult' bag that was slung over my shoulder that contained some paint pallets, brushes, a sketch pad and a few CD's. I loved Metal music and Gothic art work… also Super heroes. One day I hoped to be a hero and not a monster that I was.
I got out of the car and stood on the black graveling in my black attire and Doc Marten's. I looked up at the Mansion as I heard the Van with most of my family's stuff, stop behind out parked Mercedes. I loved this mansion. I knew on the inside it was beautiful and covered in cobwebs.
I walked towards the door when I heard Jameson yell my name. I turned around to see him holding a box. Jameson had a creepy look about him. He had white skin and was very skeleton-like.
"Are you going to help me carry some stuff in?" Jameson asked.
There wasn't much to move. There was all the old furniture still in the mansion. All that had to be moved in where a few belongings and some Romanian Furniture that my parents loved. Oak desks, grandfather clocks and some huge crates that held out precious coffins.
Jameson and the two juicy men that drove the van here should be able to carry all that themselves?
I hovered over the van and looked around the inside. I saw a box with some off my paintings of heroes in there. I picked up that box easily since canvases aren't too heavy.
"You can be such a spoilt bat!" Jameson complained.
I laughed to myself as Jameson and I walked towards the dark door to our new Home.