((THIS CHAPTER ISN'T GOOD!!! My writing skills died from writing the first book. But, then again, it's 2 A.M. I need sleep. Am I giving too much stuff away so early in the book? Oh, I hope not. x . x Oh, and yeah, Alexander can read thoughts. Read Royal Blood. There are little hints of it in there.))

~~Since my rewriting of Vampire Kisses: The Beginning was so successful, I decided to do the same for Kissing Coffins. This was a real challenge, and I'm sorry if it isn't very good. I do not own any of the characters used in this fanfiction. This is the rewriting of Kissing Coffins in Alexander's words. :) Enjoy!

It was like a final nail in a coffin.

We'd finally left Dullsville to escape from him. It broke my heart to leave Raven, and I hoped she wouldn't come after us somehow. I knew that with her curiosity, she's bound to do some searching.

It had been just two days ago that Raven had found out who—or what, I really am. The last time I had seen her was when she had found the letter I had left for her at the Mansion. She looked so broken, so fragile…I had to tear myself away from the Mansion gate, from Dullsville, from Raven.

"We've done what had to be done…" I told myself. It was true. If Jameson and I had stayed in Dullsville, Jagger would certainly be on our trail soon enough. If he found me…It was certain death, somehow. We are immortal, but of course—We can die.

I had brought shame upon my family back in Romania when I had left Luna Maxwell—Jagger's sister, standing at the altar. I was supposed to turn her into a vampire, just like the rest of her family. I just couldn't do it. Now that we had fled from Romania, the Maxwells sent Jagger out to find—and possibly kill—me.

I was glad that we had found Dullsville, in a weird sort of way. Sure, some jerk had started a rumor that we were vampires—which was true—but without Dullsville, I wouldn't have found Raven.

Raven Madison is the one girl I want to spend her life—or possibly an eternity—with. She was a mortal, but a very different mortal at that. She longed to become a vampire, but I just couldn't drag her into that.

Anyway, enough about all the crazy stuff going on…

I had stayed in the Mercedes as Jameson asked around about old, abandoned mansions in the town. My thoughts wandered to Raven, and how she must feel right now.

It's true, I can read her thoughts, but only bits and pieces. Even though she was so far away—about a few hundred miles—I could still barely feel her there. She was sad and lonely, and I didn't blame her. If I had just found out a huge secret about my true love, and they randomly disappeared, I'd be sad too. Just the thought of her so broken up, and all because of me…It made me angry. I wasn't usually a violent person, but right now, I sure wanted to kill Jagger for tearing me away from Raven.