I looked at what I was wearing. This was it. My big night. I was getting married to the most handsomest man in the world. Only, I thought that there was something odd about him... different. For one, he didn't like cameras. For two, usually when we went to restaraunts for dinner he orders a stake. Not medium rare, but bloody rare. Don't you find that a bit odd? I mean, a normal person would want medium rare, or a different kind of normal style without the word "bloody". Right? Though, he thinks I've been oblivious to what he ordered.

The bride music started playing. With my red bouquet roses in my hands, I slowly walked down the aisle. It was an outside wedding, but of course it was beautiful. As I walked down the aisle, I saw all the people in the seats watch me. I had the strange sensation that I wasn't supposed to do this. I shouldn't be thinking this.

I saw my soon-to-be-husband shake his head, as if he was responding to my question that was I was thinking. So he was a mind reader to? Lovely. I have a husband that loves bloody stake, doesn't like cameras, and can read minds. Just then, I stopped walking. I just realized what that meant. The stake, the cameras, the mindreading... that all lead to one conclusion...

I was marrying a vampire. I dropped my red roses without thinking and ran. I didn't care where I went. Everyone was shocked, even me when someone grabbed my shoulders from behind. I suddenly stopped running to turn to look at my vampire husband.

I looked at his comely golden blonde hair, his comely concerned icy blue eyes, his innocent... gentle... breathtaking... eyes. Why wasn't I running away? Run now... while you can, I told myself. But my legs seemed to be superglued to the ground.

He didn't look mad, he looked despairing. It was like he expected me to know that he was a vampire his whole life. Then the moment came. He walked me down the isle himself. I'm ready, I tried to pursuade myself.

The bride music stopped playing. I was at the alter with my soon-to-be. I looked back at the aisle and noticed that there was fog floating everywhere... even above our heads. I looked back at my soon-to-be. He raised the pewter goblet to the moon and took a long drink. My heart raced as he passed it to me and I hesitantly lifted my veil from over my mouth. My hand was shaking, so the dark liquid wavered in the goblet.

I began to feel light-headed. The log thickened around us. I could barely see my soon-to-be silhouette as he replaced the goblet on the coffin and then turned to me. With his white gloves, he gently lifted the black veil away from my face.

Now I could see more clearly. Only I wasn't sure of what I was seing. The fog was making everything blury, and making my head spin. My soon-to-be, the people sitting down in the seats behind me, seemed to be turning clockwise.

The people in the seats behind me were bearing their fangs watching the goblet spill the liquid all over the ground. I turned around frantically, my body full of adrenaline. My soon-to-be also had his fangs bared out in the air. I quickly flung myself to one side. I landed on my arm and the pain struck through me.

I gasped in horror and pain, as everything around me grew darker and darker. The last thing I heard was the scream of my name.

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I woke up with a startle when the alarm clock went off. Thank goodness it did, I thought. Another day to go to school... I got ready, and grabbed my books. This is already a good start for the day, I thought. My brother isn't around.

"Raven!" A call from upstairs said.

Spoke too soon.

"What?" I called, as I was just about to walk out the door.

"Clean up after yourself!" Billyboy stared at me from the top of the stairs.

Then a car pulled up in the street outside of the house. They honked the horn. "Sorry, that's my ride. Gotta go." I quickly walked out the door.

I opened the car door and sat on the side of my best friend Becky.

"Hello," Becky's Mom greeted me with a smile as she turned the corner.

"Hi," I smiled back. Someone was wide awake this morning.

At school, the one person who I hated the most booked me. He laughed at me as I picked up my books and papers. Then another guy walked up to me. He picked up my Math book, two notebooks and a folder. He handed them to me.

"Thank you," I said taking them from him.

Trevor laughed. "That was so funny! I need to start booking people again like I did last year. Your my first customer, Raven!"

"Don't listen to him," The guy said to me.

"I don't," I said glaring at Trevor.

"By the way, my name is Jagger Maxwell." He offered for me to shake his hand. "You are?"

"Raven Madison," I shook his hand.

He smiled. "See you around."

I glanced at the ground to see if I had anything left to pick up, then I looked back to where Jagger was standing. He wasn't there anymore. It was like he vanished in a blink of an eye. Faster than you can inhale. Faster than you can open your mouth and scream.

Before I knew it, it was the end of the day. I walked in my house, and turned on the TV to see if there was anything interesting on. There wasn't. Not a surprise, there's nothing to watch anymore. I decided to put on Kissing Coffins, my favorite movie of all time.

I walked to the refridgerator and got myself something to drink. Hopefully what I was drinking wasn't in the goblet from my dream. The door opened and it was my Mom and Billyboy. I sat back on the couch and continued watching Kissing Coffins.

"Raven," My Mom said. "Can you come in the kitchen for a minute? Your father and I would like to talk to you."

I shut off the TV and walked into the kitchen. My Mother pulled out a seat from the table for me. I sat down, and looked at both of my parents. What did I do now? If It had anything to deal with spraypainting the teachers mailbox, it wasn't me.

"Your Aunt Libby, just broke up with her boyfriend and is feeling... lonely," Her Mom said, as if she was hiding a word that she didn't want me to hear.

I let out a silent sigh of relief that I wasn't in trouble.

"So, we told her that you would stay at her house for two-weeks," My Father said. "Just so that she doesn't feel dispaired. You know what I mean?"

"What about school work?" I asked.

"I'm sure your friend, Becky, wouldn't mind sending the homework assignments here while you are gone." My Mother suggested.

I shrugged. Now I had to tell Becky that I was leaving. Fortwo weeks!

"We'll let you pack," My Mother said.

"Wait. Why can't Aunt Libby come here? Why do I have to go there?"

Her Father shook his head frantically. "She's not coming here."

"Why can't Billyboy go?" I asked.

Billy picked up his head from the bowl of cheesepuffs he was eating, hearing his name, then he shook his head and glued his eyes back to the TV.

"Billy, needs to be studying more in his Math. He's having a difficult time," Her Mother said walking over to the TV clicking the power button.

Billy's mouth went in an o-shape. "TV, go dark!"

I walked up the stairs and decided to call Becky. The phone rang four times, and finally someone answered. After talking on the phone and telling her the news, we hung up. I packed my bags, and walked down the stairs.

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It was cold out, so I decided to zipper my jacket. I rang the doorbell at Aunt Libby's house. Aunt Libby answered with a wide grin on her face. I've never seen her so happy like this before. Besides at the hairdressers.

"Raven, babygirl!" Aunt Libby hugged me. "Come in, come in."

I walked in and she hugged me. I hugged her back.

"Make yourself at home," She said. "Whoa. Your hands. Their ice. Your room is up the stairs the third room on the left. You can unpack. I'll make you some hot cocoa."

I walked up the stairs to the third room on the left. I put my stuff on the bed, and took out my clothes and put them in the draws. I put all my makeup on the dresser, along with my straightener and curling iron.

I walked out of my room. In front of me, there was a wooden door. I carefully placed my hand on the doorknob, it looked so old that if you touched it with so much pressure it would fall off and break, and lightly pushed open the door. Inside was pitch black. I put my hand to the wall and tried to feel for the lightswitch.

I finally found it, and turned it on. Infront of me, was a staircase that must have had about twelve or fourteen stairs. I climbed them and looked at the painting that was on the wall. It looked so real, with all those people fighting in the war. Once I was on the top step, I turned to my left and saw a pink coffin. On the side of the pink coffin, I saw a black one. Talk about Friday the 13th.

I walked closer to the coffins. On the pink one, it was ingraved with the name: Luna. The black one, was ingravved with the name: Jagger... Jagger Maxwell? The guy who helped me pick up my books in the hallway?

In the window infront of me, I could see a bat fly across the moon.

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"I once dated a guy who kept a vial around his neck. He claimed it was blood, but it smelled like strawberry Kool-Aid." - Becky