Author's Note: I've been reading Vampire Kisses, again. I like the books and I have all the series so far, but I wouldn't say I'm obsessed with them. Anyways, I was reading and I kind of liked the fact that Trevor and Raven may have a chance together. I'm not so sure if I can write all this into one story but I'll give it a try, if by the time this story ends and they're not together officially, then it means there'll be another chapter or so coming your way.

Alexander had left again. This time he didn't just leave by disappearing… He said his goodbyes to me and left me in the cemetery.

I don't know why, though. Nothing had occurred in Dullsville for a while, but he just suddenly tells me to meet him at the cemetery and leaves me there after saying goodbye.

It's kind of like Moonlight where Ella gets left in the woods from Edwin. Alexander left me just 3 days ago and I've been in my room the whole time.

Luckily, it's summer so no school and teachers, deans, and principals to deal with about not going to school. I wouldn't talk to anybody, I wouldn't eat, and I haven't even gotten out of bed to call Becky to tell her how I feel or whatever.

She has Matt and I don't want her to worry or feel bad that she has a boyfriend and I don't. If you saw me right now and compared me to how I looked 5 days ago, you'd see a difference. A huge difference.

I didn't not only have no makeup on, but my face was even more pale than it already was, my eyes were bloodshot from crying so much, and I had bags so big, you could carry a month's worth of garbage in it.

Sinking back into my new Jack Skellington bed set, I thought about everything that happened 3 days ago…

I've finished all my homework and I've done all my chores. The only thing now is to wait for the sun to set so I can see my beloved Gothic Vampire boyfriend. There was absolutely nothing to do, but the sun was close to setting and I'm sure Jameson would be able to open the door by now.

Looking into my closet, I scrounged for something to wear. Everything in there was a little bit too formal and I wanted to wear something laid back that wasn't sweats…

I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and my all time favorite Slipknot t-shirt.

I unlocked my bike and straddled on, riding down towards Benson Hill. It usually takes about a 20 minutes ride to get down to Benson Hill. After going there so much, my legs have gotten used to the peddling.

Stopping right at the gate of the old mansion, I pushed the gate open and walked side by side with my bike up the driveway.

I slightly paused as I saw that Jameson's Mercedes wasn't in the driveway… It's usually only gone when Jameson's going out with his girlfriend Ruby or when Alexander takes me out and has to borrow the car or when… Something's bad about to happen…

Anyone could probably tell that I was freaking out as I ran up the stairs to the front door of the mansion.

Stopping my tracks, I noticed the note on the front door taped…

Raven—

Meet me at the cemetery right when you read this.

-Alexander

Ah, I see why the car isn't here, now… Alexander took it to drive to the cemetery and Jameson's probably already out with Ruby.

How could I be so stupid to think that Alexander would leave again?

He promised he would never hurt me.

I straddled back on my bike and starting biking towards Dullsville Cemetery. While riding, I started thinking about what my love would have in store for me. Maybe another romantic picnic in the dark by his grandmother's monument?

Peddling faster to not keep Alexander waiting, I felt my legs started aching. I don't understand why my legs are getting tired, now. I used to be able to ride all the way to the cemetery and not be tired.

Then, again… That was before Alexander started driving me there.

Finally, arriving, I got off my bike and dropped my bike.

I walked through the gate towards the baroness's monument and pausing to idolize what I saw there, looking at his grandmother's monument.

Alexander.

I smiled and walk towards him quietly.

I'm not surprised if I wasn't quiet enough, because he turned around and saw me sneaking towards him.

Rather than seeing him smile, he had on a blank face… Emotionless. His eyes weren't even liquid brown anymore, they were… Solid… And cold…

"Alexander?" I asked.

"Raven… I'm leaving Dullsville," he said.

"What?"

"I'm leaving… Dullsville just isn't for me…" he said once again, his expression not changing.

I wanted to be strong and see if this was all a joke or something, "You're kidding, right?"

He looked up at the night sky, "No…"

Of all those times that he's already left, he's going to do it again?

"No, I won't let you… And why would you even think about leaving?" I accused.

"It's not up to you," he simply said.

Obviously he knows me well to the point where he's not going to let out any sort of hints of where he's going. He knows I'd look for him… Regardless of the distance.

"Alexander… Please, just stay… I won't ask you to turn me into a vampire… I'll stop talking to you about it if that's what you want," I cried.

He chuckled, "That's the problem… You can't stop talking about something that I am… It's always going to be there."

I didn't want him to leave… I couldn't let him leave.

"I love you, Alexander. And that's all I can say to make sure you don't leave," I gasped.

"I love you, too… But it's just not enough… Goodbye, Raven…"

He took a step towards me, took my hand and kissed it.

I couldn't look him in the eye as he did that. If I did, chances are, I wouldn't be able to do anything but stare into those deep brown eyes of his and just beg for him to stay. I would have been crying and flailing if I have to.

Staring at the ground as he kissed my hand and backed away, I looked up and saw that he was no longer right in front of me…

He had disappeared…

God, I hated that day. It was like he just left me there waiting for me to die along with every other corpse there.

I sank into my sheets and closed my eyes, trying to get more sleep, until I heard a knock at the door.

"Raven, you have a guest," my mom exclaimed.

Maybe it was Becky, "Who is it?"

"Trevor Mitchell," my mom responded.

"Tell him to go fall in a ditch and see if he can get back up before he comes knocking at my door again," I said through gritted teeth.

Well, fuck my luck.

My door was unlocked…

And in came my mom and Mr. Soccer Snob Mitchell.

"SON OF A BITCH, MOM. HAVEN'T YOU EVER HEARD OF FUCKIN' PRIVACY?" I screamed.

"RAVEN! That is not appropriate language in front of a guest," my mom scolded.

Shit, right in front of our "guest", too.

"It's alright, Mrs. Madison. Raven's just upset, please do let her express herself," Trevor blabbed.

Blah blah blah blah blah. That's all I'm ever going to hear, ain't it?

My mom must have left the room because I heard the door close but Trevor say, "You look like shit, Monster Girl… Hell, I wouldn't even say you look like a monster without your make up and Gothic attire."

Was that a compliment?

I don't care; I'll take it as one.

"Thanks," I grunted and rolled out of bed, falling onto the floor, "Ow…"

He rushed to my side, "You okay, Rave?"

Did he just call me "Rave"?

"Yeah…"

He took my hand and helped me up.

I plopped back down on my bed and looked up at Trevor, "What're you doing here anyways? Shouldn't you be at soccer practice or at the mall or something?"

He laughed, "It's Summer, Raven, no soccer and the mall is too crowded. Plus, I'm here because you haven't been out lately, not even at night and I heard the Alexander and Jameson left for good, so I figured you must be in a piece of shit mood."

I scoffed, "You know me well…"

He smiled but then the smile disappeared after about a second, "Want to go to Hatsy's? You seem like you could use a bite to eat."

Was Trevor Mitchell asking me out?

"Not as a date or anything, but just… To hang out. Get you out of the house and… Yeah," he saved himself.

Guess that answered my question, "Sure, just get out so I can change and get ready."

He left my room without an argument. I could tell this wasn't going to be much of a long day… Even if it was a day with Trevor.

I looked into my closet and didn't really feel like wearing a corset or anything heavy… You could say I was in that depressed mood, I guess.

Scrounging through my closet, I pulled out a pair of gray skinny jeans, black Converse, and a white shirt.

I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked so pale without any makeup, but I didn't feel the need to impress anyone, either and groaned.

Not remembering whether or not I brushed my teeth today, I took out my Mickey Malice toothbrush and started brushing with the mint toothpaste.

After assuming that my breath was fresh and I looked halfway decent, I got out of the bathroom and went downstairs seeing Trevor in the living room. He was sitting in that way that most guys sit when waiting for their girlfriends or whatever…

You know how when guys sit with their legs spread open and their arms resting on their knees and stuff?

Yeah, that's how he sat.

"Hey," I said.

He lifted up his head, "Hey, you ready?"

"Yeah, let's go."

If people didn't know any better, they'd think I was someone else rather than Raven Madison, the Goth Freak.

When we got to his car, he opened the door for me and paused when he saw me, "Where's your usual skanky Gothic attire?" He went closer to my face, "And your make up?"

I smiled my pale lips, "I didn't feel like it today."

He shrugged and we got into his shiny silver Camaro. He stick shifted all the way to Hatsy's.

We went into Hatsy's and saw those cheerleader and soccer snobs…

Oh, boy… All I can hope is that Trevor doesn't make or want me to sit anywhere near them. Shit, I don't even think they would recognize me without my makeup and stuff.

I followed Trevor to a table, not realizing that he was going in the complete opposite direction of where the snobs and sluts were sitting.

"You're not going to sit with them?" I furrowed my eyebrows and asked.

He shrugged, "They seem to be having fun without me and I don't think you'd want to sit with them, anyways."

Wow, my nemesis was actually thinking about what I want for once and not being a selfish little jag off. I could get used to this Trevor.

Not that I was thinking that he'd be this Trevor for the rest of time, of course.

As we took a seat a waitress with a reddish hair in a high ponytail came to our table and gave us our menus, "Hello, my name is Margaret or Marge and I will be your waitress."

I smiled up at her and she furrowed her eyebrows at me, "Excuse me, I can't help but ask, but… Do you live around here? You seem so familiar but at the same time, not so familiar."

Trevor laughed, "It's Raven Madison, Marge."

She raised her eyebrows, "Raven Madison? Eldest and only daughter of Sarah and Paul Madison?"

I smiled, "The one and only."

"Wow! I didn't recognize you without your… Makeup, no offense."

Obviously I didn't look anything like I would with my makeup…

"No, I understand."

"Well, I'll leave you two alone to decide on your orders."

Trevor and I looked at each other and laughed.

"See, told you no one would recognize you without your makeup or Gothic shit," Trevor teased.

"Shut the fuck up," I laughed.

Just as I said that, I heard some high pitched giggles behind me… Not closely but a little bit further, like where the slut and snobs were.

Then I heard the flopping of flip flops and clacking of high heels/ stilettos.

"Hey, Trevor!" cooed Stacey Manning, head cheerleader and her minion Ashley Richards,

"What are you doing in this corner?" Ashley asked.

"I'm… Out hanging out with her," Trevor responded and pointed at me.

"Oh, who is this?" Stacey asked with fake enthusiasm.

"It's Raven."

"Raven who?" Ashley asked with a big question mark over her head.

So far, everything's she said is a question. She really does prove that dumb blond theory.

"Raven Madison, you idiot," Stacey hissed and turned back to me, "Wow, Raven, I've never seen you in the sunlight."

She gave me a feline smile.

"Really? Cause I've never seen you away from a mirror, either." I replied.

I took a glance at Trevor and he didn't look happy. It's hard to tell whether he feels like a total idiot for taking me out and having me talk shit to his sluts or he hates that he can't say anything back to me.

"Um, Stacey, you do see Raven in the daylight. In school? The one thing that you can't be smart in?" Trevor said in a matter of fact manner.

Go Trevor! Ish.

She and Ashley's perfectly lip glossed mouth dropped into a perfect 0 shape. That's right, not O, but 0. Like the number zero.

After regaining consciousness, Stacey said, "Ashley… Why don't you go back to the table? I need to have a little chit chat with Trevor… ALONE," you could tell she was shooting the "Alone" part more at me than Ashley.

Trevor got up, "I'll be right back," and went to talk to Stacey in the corner.

While being alone, I looked at the menu, but also thinking at the same time, What am I even doing here? I'm here alone with Trevor Mitchell at Hatsy's, the most famous diner in Dullsville, where everybody at Dullsville High hangs out…

I shook my head and sighed, I got up and left the diner and walked towards whatever that I happen to come upon.

God, these are one those of weather days that I wish I had my Jack Skellington hoodie on… Not that it's cold… It's just too fuckin' sunny! I hate the god damn sun.

Now I remember why I was the freakishly Goth Girl, because I hated the sun and I hated being popular and any of that sort of thing. All this shit just isn't me, but what would it have been like if it really was for me? What if I was one of the preps?

Okay, yeah, I see what it would have been like. I would have been one of those other million girls that Trevor fucked, Becky wouldn't have been my best friend, I wouldn't have ever had to deal with this aching hole in my chest from Alexander's disappearance, all that vampire shit that occurred wouldn't have happened, I would have probably gone to the fuckin' prom with Trevor and Becky wouldn't be going out with Matt and still be getting picked on.

That's the worst thing that has ever been thought about in my head…

I stopped walking and just stood there. Fuck my life because I walked all the way to the Mansion. The mansion where my beloved once lived…

GOD, SHUT THE FUCK UP, RAVEN. HE FUCKIN' LEFT YOU. THAT OBVIOUSLY MEANS YOU DIDN'T MEAN SHIT TO HIM SO GET OVER IT.

Wow, I must be going crazy… Ugh, I need to do this. I need to forget that Alexander Sterling ever lived amongst us in Dullsville. I need to forget and stop thinking about him.

Right now, I promise to myself, that I, Raven Madison, will never ever shed another tear for Alexander Sterling. I will also never ever ever ever in eternity, ever try to look for him.

I leaned against the iron gates and started sinking down so that my back was to the mansion and my face was in my hands.

Why do I do this to myself? Why must I be the idiot who doesn't mix in with the population of Dullsville? How could I have possibly wanted any of this at all? I thought.

It wasn't a bad thing to think about, either. I was literally being stupid for trying to stand out and be out casted from my surroundings.

Chances are, I would have started breaking down and started crying again if I hadn't seen Trevor coming my way.

Why is he even wasting his time with me?

"Why'd you leave, Rave?" he panted.

He was obviously running.

"I didn't want to get you in trouble with Stacey," I said in monotone.

He scoffed, "That is so you to worry about that kind of thing," and rolled his eyes.

I smiled.

"Come on. Let's get back to Hatsy's. I'm still treating even if the people you are there."

"But that includes you, Trev."

"Exactly and you realize you just called me 'Trev'?"

"Yeah, don't push it. Let's go."

As we walked, he held my hand. Our fingers weren't entwined, I can tell you that much, but they were just being held.

I'm not trying to think too much of it, but I'm just going to assume that he was holding my hand because he knows that I'm in a fragile condition.

When we got back to Hatsy's, we sat back in our seat and Marge came back, "I see you guys had a little bit of a dilemma… I hope it's resolved."

"Yes, it is," Trevor perked up.

"What can I get you guys to drink?"

"I'll have a chocolate shake," I said.

"A coke for me, please."

"And to eat?" Marge said as she scribbled our beverages.

"I'll have the vegetable soup, please."

"¾ pound Bacon burger for me."

After scribbling the last of our order she took our menus and gave us a smile, "It'll be right out."

Trevor and I looked around a bit until he said, "Want to go to the juke box and pick out a song?"

"Sure."

We walked to the jukebox and Trevor put a quarter in, "Take your pick."

I leaned on the jukebox like a person in the 50s would have while choosing a song. Being born in the 90s, it was pretty difficult to choose a song that I've never heard or wasn't alive to hear when it first came out.

Just shuffling through it, I picked some Johnny Cash. I recall my grandma once saying that him, Elvis, and some dude Lewis were the best.

The song started and I turned around to walk back to our table, but I tripped on something and fell forward.

"Oh, shit!" I had completely lost my balance and would have fallen on the floor if…

Trevor didn't catch me.

Looking from third person perspective, it must have been quite a sight. It looked more like we were dancing and Trevor dipped me rather than I tripped.

His arms were around my waist making sure I didn't fall and my hands were on his shoulders.

Oh, boy.

We got back up and I squeaked, "Thanks."

"No prob," he said awkwardly, "Come on… Let's… Go… Eat…"

If I didn't know better, I'd say that Trevor was blushing. I wouldn't be much surprised if what Valentine said about Trevor was true.

It would be nice, actually… Not to have Trevor as a boyfriend but for him admire me for once and not have to deal with his bullshit every fuckin' day about shit like that.

We sat back down in our seats and just in the nick of time, our food and drinks came.

"Okey doke, Chocolate shake and veggie soup for the lady," Marge chimed, "And a coke with ¾ lb bacon burger for the man. If you need me, just call me over, hun,"

"Thanks," Trevor smiled.

As she walked away, Trevor and I were quiet to the point where we could hear the S&S's gossiping, "Stace, you should have totally seen that, Raven 'tripped' and Trevor caught her and I think they're an item."

Son of a bitch.

"I'll be right back," I said.

Trevor watched as I walked towards their table.

I walked up to them and one of the soccer snobs said, "Who are you?"

"It's Raven Madison, dumbass," Stacey hissed, "What do you want?"

I cocked an eyebrow, "Just so you know, we can fuckin' hear you across the diner, so next time you want to talk shit, come up to our fuckin' faces. Don't be gossiping in your little preppy ass clique."

She gave me the "snobby" look, "Listen, little wannabe nigger bitch, Trevor's not hanging out with you because he wants to, he's only around you because your little satanic vampire boyfriend fuckin' left your ass. He just pities you and if you want to say any shit to me ever again."

She and Ashley did their little preppy finger tingling thing like they just owned me.

"Ha, that's funny because last time I checked; I didn't ask Trevor to feel pity for me. To be honest, I could give a quarter of a shit that he pities me, I was doing GREAT until Trevor showed up at my house and if you want to keep this thing going, we might as well fuck arguing and box it out right now. Don't be all talk and no action, do something, ho."

This was honestly the most ghetto argument I've ever had in the decades that I have lived in Dullsville. I have a pretty good hunch this really wasn't going to go anywhere and when it does, I'll be more than prepared to box it out now.

"Like I would waste my time on violence, that shit doesn't solve anything."

"Apparently it does if you don't shut your ass up."

"El oh el, Monster Girl, I love how you're trying to prove that you're tough to everyone. Truth is… You're as weak as a 4 year old."

I cocked an eyebrow at the slutty snob, "Really? Because seeing as how I'm standing up to you right now, doesn't that pretty much prove that I'm strong? I haven't broken down and started crying, I'm fighting back. That should be enough and you're not worth my time, so… Bye. I have a soup to eat, chocolate shake to drink, and Trevor Mitchell to socialize with."

When I turned around, Trevor was standing behind me with a poker face and his arms were crossed. Boy, did he look tough.

"Your soups' getting cold, Rave," he said calmly.

I walked back to the table alone and I heard him say to the rest of them, "You guys really need to grow up and get over yourselves… Stacey, next time you want to talk smack about Raven, say it to her face, not where she can hear you talk a bunch of shit."

I sat down and sipped my warm soup silently and slowly.

"Why are you being such an ass? You weren't like this last night…"

Last night?

"I helped you with your trig, so what? That's not a big deal."

Oh… Algebra II…

"No, I mean what we did after that," I could hear her getting out of her seat just to get up in Trevor's face.

I took a larger spoonful of soup and turned around to see what they were doing. Stacey had her hand on her waist and Trevor's arms were crossed.

What did they do after the little tutor?

"You know you didn't just tutor me with trigonometry," she said seductively.

She turned her head ever so slightly and took a glance at me and faced back at Trevor.

"You don't really want to be around her like that do you?" she murmured and put her hand on his chest seducing him with her eyes.

I could care less if she and Trevor got back together or do whatever the fuck they were doing, because I didn't even want to get out of the house. And I knew better than anyone that hanging out with Trevor would result to this.

"Stace, you need to get over yourself. We never had anything and we never will, so you can either stop playing your little mind games or you'll have more than an F as your Algebra II grade.

I smiled a little. Trevor was somewhat standing up for me and that showed improvement towards our relationship… But our relationship would have probably been improved a lot if Alexander didn't come to Dullsville…

Then, again… I would have probably been a lot more depressed and anti-social than I already was if Alexander never came around.

I took a sip of my chocolate milkshake and took another sip of my veggie soup.

He took a seat, "Hey, sorry there's so many interruptions… If you want, we can go somewhere else."

"No, it's fine. And to be honest, I feel kind of bad that I'm ruining your status quo," I frowned my pale lips.

After finishing my soup, I realized he wasn't eating, "Why aren't you eating?"

"I finished when you got into that little squabble with Stacey."

I nodded, "Well, I'm finished, so we can go."

He pursed his lips and raised his hand up, "Check, please!"

Marge came over and put the check on the table, "There ya go, hun," and took our plates and cups.

I opened the check holder and glanced at the check.

Mentally, I added up the cost of my hood and half of the tax.

Veggie Soup $2.25

Chocolate Milkshake $2.50

Tax 1.48/2 = 74 cents.

$5.49 total

I pulled out my Jack Skellington wallet and pulled out 10 dollars.

"No, I got it," Trevor said, pulling out his wallet.

"I'm only paying for myself," I replied.

"Oh, splitting the bill…. But no, I got it." He took the check.

I slammed my hand on top, "No, Trevor, if you dare pay for mine, I will pay for yours."

He snickered, "Listen, Monster Girl, I brought you out here and had you deal with the preps… You deserve to let me pay for it as a 'get out of jail' free card."

I shook my head and sighed, "Fine, freakazoid. You can pay for it."

Defeated.

He took his wallet out and pulled out a 50 dollar bill, "Whoa… Rich boy, I think a 20 would do, wouldn't it?"

"I have a reputation to uphold, Monster Girl," he winked.

If you ask me, this is a bit both familiar and weird for me to be out with Trevor. I mean… We're teasing each other and everything but I guess you could say he and I are… Flirting? But just a little… Just a little bit…

Right now, it was about 5PM and he and I were getting into his car.

As we got in, he didn't start the car, but pursed his lips and just stared at the steering wheel with his hands on it.

"Aren't you going to start the car…?"

He looked at me, "Yeah, but before I do, I just wanted to say, I had a surprisingly great day today and I wanted to ask if you'd want to do this again Saturday night at