{{Yay! I've done Vampireville in Alexander's words! Now I need to go finish Kissing Coffins. ; - ;}}

I was ready for anything at that moment.

This had to be a dream. It couldn't be real. No, it wasn't real. ((Note: It isn't real.))

Dream-Raven and I sat in my attic room, reading the headline of the online newsletter "Undead Monthly". As my eyes grazed the slick screen of the computer Raven had brought with her, my breath caught in my throat.

"New Treatment to Get Rid of Vampirism: 'A Chance at Life for the Undead'," Raven whispered softly in awe. I couldn't even speak. What was this? She clicked on the headline to read more. "Scientists have found a way…" she read, "to cure Vampirism, a condition that plagues the Underworld."

Why was I so surprised, you ask? Even since I met my Gothic Beauty, Raven Madison, I've wanted to become what she is. Mortal.

Of course, Raven understands what it feels like to want to belong to another race. According to, well—Everyone who knows her, Raven has longed to become a Vampire for as long as she could say, "Dracula". (Which, by the way, was her first word. I bet her parents were shocked.)

She's practically begged me to turn her. I don't want to put her through all that comes with a membership to the Underworld. I love her too much—I wouldn't be able to bear seeing her going through the pain it takes to be turned.

Anyway, I put my hand on Raven's shoulder, and tried to smile. She knew how happy I was. She, on the other hand, wasn't as ecstatic. She looked up at me, with those big, brown eyes of hers, and when she opened her mouth—

I woke up. What a great ending to a dream.

That dream confused me greatly. I could tell that it was much better than what Raven's dream was last night. I could read her mind, but it was misty, and I only picked up parts of the dream. Something about a covenant ceremony, me standing at the altar, and when she got to me, it turned into a vampire Trevor, then he bit her, and she woke up in a panic. Hm…That'll teach her to have dreams about covenant ceremonies.

I knew for sure, it certainly wasn't nightfall yet. I would have a few more hours to have more dreams about that magical cure to Vampirism…

I couldn't say I fell asleep when my head hit the pillow, because technically, I'm in a coffin, and if I moved my head up off the pillow—THWACK. I'd hit the coffin lid. I've done it before, and let me tell you, it HURTS. Coffin lids aren't meant for hitting your head on, unless you're extremely bored and/or angry.

I slept until nightfall, and never once did Jagger or Luna cross my mind. I still don't know if that was a good thing, or a bad thing.