Vampire love
Disclaimer : I don't own Vampire Kisses.
Chapter 1
My vampire best friend say what?!
What an amazing night! I smiled to myself. I sat on the branch of a tree inside of Dullsville's cemetery. Looking up at the sky the full moon and stars shone down upon me. My skin felt wonderful under the moonlight. And foolish mortals think that the full moon makes werewolves transform. Pathetic! It just makes us stronger, that's all.
Leaping onto the ground I threw my duffel bag and black messenger bag over my shoulder and began walking in the direction of the Sterling mansion.
"Lex is going to be so surprised to see me," I said, weaving myself through the graves.
"Young master I have received a phone call from your parents. They have informed me that Andy is to be arriving soon," Jameson said, walking into the dining room. Raven watched as her boyfriend's face lit up, well, as much as a vampire's face could light up.
"Andy? Really?" His voice sounded both happy and surprised. Who was Andy?
"Who is Andy?" Raven asked, curiously.
"Andy is an old friend from Romania. My best friend actually. You two will get along great" Alexander flashed her a reassuring smile and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. She smiled back to hide her nervousness and uncertainty.
Valentine was right; this town is interesting... yet boring at the same time. Due to my previous inspections, the hunting isn't that good so I have to rely on Uncle Jameson's cooking while I'm here, which is not that much of a problem. He is a great cook. I haven't seen Uncle Jameson or Alexander for the longest time. Grams kept me locked up in Romania ever since I came back from New York, the loveable old wolf. A smile returned to my lips and my eyes stared up at the sky once again.
A gentle wind kicked up. It brushed my face and blew my hair in all directions. I used my nose to taste the air. It was dirtier than Romanian air, but cleaner than New York's. Amazing! Alexander's scent jumped out at me, and a female scent was mixed with it. That must be the Raven I have heard so much about. The Goth girl of Dullsville. My painted, black fingernails pulled random pieces of my purple dyed hair away from my face.
After a few blocks I recognized the dark outline of the Sterling mansion. It was exactly like the picture that he had painted for me. Using my super non-human speed, I ran to the front door in a matter of seconds. I rang the door bell and waited as patiently as I could. My body screamed to jump up and down in excitement, but I was taught to control my emotions. What kind of werewolf would I be if I didn't? I would be just like the werewolves in the books that mortals write. Monsters … that eat people whenever they feel like, as if. Not all werewolves are like that. I don't eat people. I'm a people-tarian. Like a vegetarian but with only people.
Uncle Jameson opened the door slowly. I dropped my two bags and threw my arms around him.
"I missed you so much Uncle Jameson!" I said into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me with the same intensity. Family reunion anyone?! I laughed as he picked me completely off the ground and spun me around.
"I have missed you as well, little Andy." He put me back down and took a good look at me. "You have grown to be a fine young woman." He smiled.
"Really?!" I asked my voice squeaked. "Grams doesn't think so. She still says I'm too much of a tomboy." He chuckled and grabbed both of my bags.
"You are perfect the way you are, Andromeda. I wouldn't want my niece any other way." Uncle Jameson patted my head. "Now tell me about everything." I smiled as I followed him into the kitchen. I did have to tell him everything.
"Where should I start?" I asked sitting at the counter. My feet dangled slightly. I was sitting on one of those high chair thingies. I'm not aware of what they are called specifically. Who does?
"Maybe New York. How was Julliard?" The frying pan he held over the burner sizzled. I had no idea what he was making for me but my nose told me it was obviously some type of meat.
"Uncle, it was amazing! You will never find so many talented musicians in one place unless it was Julliard. I wrote more of my songs and I learned how to play more instruments. I'm focusing more on piano and violin though. They taught me how to conduct. I sent you a letter when I conducted that orchestra for the charity galley. Standing there controlling all the other musicians! It was a rush! I loved it!" I sighed, remembering my times in New York.
"Are you going to go back to New York? You have a promising career as a musician."
"But my Julliard experience was eight years ago. I'm not a little girl anymore," I sighed. I spent a year and a half at Julliard when I was nine. They called me a genius since I was in classes with teenagers. "And Grams had me practically locked up in Romania ever since I came back."
"She doesn't want to lose you too." Uncle Jameson turned to face me and slid the meal on a fancy dish. He smiled as he handed me a fork and placed the dish in front of me. "Our pack matters more then anything else." He was right. Our kind has been running in packs for centuries.
"She won't lose me." I said. I didn't know if I was trying to convince him or myself. "Even when I was at Julliard, I talked to her everyday."
"It's not that Andromeda. She doesn't want to lose you to death, like your parents." He turned his attention to whatever was outside of the window to hide that his eyes were getting moist. I remember the funeral like it was yesterday and not ten years ago.
I stood in-between Uncle Jameson and Grams. Two black coffins stood before us and the crowd behind us. I had cried so much the day before, so my eyes had refused to cry. I stood silently, watching other people out of the corners of my eyes. A group of our fellow pack members made two straight lines to the right of the coffins. In minutes they all transformed into their wolf forms. They howled in unison saying a final goodbye and honoring my parents as they were lowered into the dark ground. The tears I thought were gone started to fall. Two hands grasped both of mine from behind. I looked to see who the hands belonged to. Alexander stood on my left. His hand squeezed mine tightly. He was about to cry too. Jagger was on my right. His fingers were laced in mine loosely, but he was closer to me than Alexander was at the moment. Jagger's shoulder was against mine. It was freezing compared to my over heated skin. I took a deep breath to calm myself, but it only made me cry harder. As I cried, both of my best friends remained next to me.
"Andromeda." Uncle Jameson's voice called out to me. I looked up at him. "What's wrong?" he asked, walking around the island to sit next to me.
"Nothing … I just got lost in a memory." I sighed and began to cut up the meat that Uncle Jameson had prepared for me.
After I finished eating Uncle Jameson showed me where I was going to be staying. We walked up the staircase and down one of the hallways. The lights lit the way dimly. Cobwebs were scattered everywhere. It felt like being in Romania even though we weren't. Uncle Jameson led me to a doorway towards the end of the hallway. He opened the door and ushered me in.
The walls were a pale, dirty white. The bed was in the middle of the room and the lamps on either side were covered in cobwebs. I smiled happily and walked over to the blood red curtains. Pulling them back I saw three large windows and window seats in front of each of them. I turned and faced my uncle. He was smiling as brightly as I was.
"This room is yours to do what you wish. We can go shopping later and buy whatever you need to make it your own." I nodded and took one more look around. I loved it! "In the room to your right, the one we passed, is the music room. Mr. Sterling bought a grand piano and ever since it has been sitting in there, rotting away."
"So I can play it?" I asked hopefully. My piano was sitting all alone back in Romania. How I missed the large wooden instrument. It is a part of my soul after all. He nodded, smiling. I ran to my uncle and gave him a bigger hug than the one I gave him at the front door. "What now?" I asked after releasing him.
"I have to get ready." He smiled. What's going on here?
"For what?" I asked curiously. Was he going somewhere?
"I have a … date." The blush was bright on his cheeks.
"That's great, Uncle!" It was great that he found someone. No one should be alone. Everyone has someone out there for them. "Don't worry about me. I'll protect the fort," I said, enthusiastically. I pumped my fists energetically with a smile on my face.
"And who's going to protect you?" Uncle Jameson raised his left eyebrow. Are you kidding me?
"Come on, Uncle! I'm a teenage werewolf I can take care of myself."
"Uh huh." Everyone doubts me. I'm really not as fragile as I look. I'm medium height with hazel eyes. My natural hair color is dirty blonde-ish but more on the brunette side. My hair rarely is that color. I like to dye it all different colors depending on the day. Today was purple … I don't know about tomorrow yet.
"Go get ready! Don't want that lucky woman waiting." I put my hands on my hips and pushed him out the door. I closed the door and lied down on the bed. The sheets were scratchy. He was right; we do have to go shopping. I laughed and tumbled off the side of the bed. I have to put all my stuff away. After a half an hour I had my CD player set up and all of my clothes were placed in the doors of the bureau. I had to wait patiently for all of my music. Grams said she was going to mail me all of it, so it would be less to carry.
"I'm leaving, Andy!" I heard my uncle's voice yell from downstairs. I ran down the hallway and hopped onto the staircase's railing. I slid down and landed two meters from my uncle.
"Okay. Have fun!" I said.
"Alexander will be home in a little bit. And don't wait up for me. Go to bed. You had a long day and tomorrow will be long too. You need to rest." I nodded spastically to show I understood. He was more demanding then that old woman in Romania sometimes. Once he walked out to his car I walked back upstairs. What was I going to do now?
Thinking about my boredom, I sat on the window seat and stared out the window in my new room. It had a perfect view of the moon, which is very good. At the moment I really wish I had my Cds, but I don't. Music, why have you have betrayed me?! Wait, music! There was a piano sitting in the other room. I stood up and went into the music room. I found the grand piano under a dusty tarp. It was in perfect condition. It was black and shiny and breathtaking! I lifted up the lid and ran my fingers across the ivory keys.
I pulled out the bench and sat down. I began the warm-up exercises I did everyday at home on my own piano. It was the usual scales and arpeggios in all the major keys. Eventually I got to the great music. I played Beethoven, and then some Mozart, all leading to my favorite piece of Chopin. Halfway through the intro I closed my eyes and I sensed someone behind me at the doorframe. I froze and turned suddenly to face the intruder.
"How long have you been standing there?" I asked with a large grin on my face. He hadn't changed at all. He still wore the same combat boots, dark pants, his favorite band's t-shirt and his hair was as messy as ever.
"Not too long. Nothing escapes your attention." Alexander smirked lightly at me.
"Grams trained me well." I smirked right back. We laughed and he hugged me tightly. "So how's your little love bird?" I asked after we pulled apart. He sat down next to me on the piano bench.
"Little love bird?" He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Raven, duh!" I can't believe he didn't get it. Bird…. Raven duh! The connection is obvious.
"Oh … I .." Oh wow! That's so cute. He was blushing worse than uncle did before.
"I can't wait to meet her," I said. I was excited Alexander had told me all about her. Every detail actually I bet I could pick her out in a crowd, easily.
"You don't have too." Alexander pushed down two of the piano keys forcefully. The interval was a major third, and extremely pretty-sounding.
"Huh?" Confusion! I don't have too?
"You're going to meet her tomorrow."
"Really?! You're going to introduce me?"
"No not exactly." Not exactly? Then … wait what?
"Then how am I going to meet her?"
"Jameson enrolled you in her school." Whoa school?! I haven't been to a real school since Julliard, and I was nine.
"My vampire best friend, say what?!" I screamed.
End of chapter 1
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