A/N: This doesn't follow the plot of the original Vampire Kisses nor the vampire rules. Basically, I had a nightmare and needed an outlet and the closest I got was Vampire Kisses toward one of my emotions. So, those who are looking for less nightmare-inspired and more accurate plot of Vampire Kisses, I suggest you look elsewhere.
Perhaps it's not a good idea to marry your teen heartthrob when you're eighteen and live forever. When I was sixteen, I met Alexander who turned me into a vampire when I was eighteen. I was blindly loving, more so when the experiences were new. And then, one thing I had never considered despite my logic happened.
I outlived my family. I outlived Becky. And, I outlived six generations of Billy Boy's children. Another thing I didn't consider: I can't have children.
The upsides are all right. I've done writing but, when you live for three hundred years, plots start leaving you. I've done my fashion magazine. Apparently, I have 'old fashioned taste'. I've done house flipping. I actually LOVE house flipping but, not everyone has my love for Gothic architecture and many have been torn down since. So, I've taken up a new-old hobby: Raven's Bureau of Investigations.
That's right. I'm a private detective living – figuratively – a 5PM to 9AM job. Alexander's afraid that I'll expose myself but, what's immortality without a bit of fun? And that, dear reader of this diary, is how I met my future self.
Raven Madison – Billy Boys great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandchild took after her namesake. A modern-day Goth with a few splashes of color. In some ways, she reminded myself of Luna and, in other ways, more like Becky. Still, she came into my oak office with a tear streamed face and I was instantly blown away. She sat quietly as I studied her and set my book down. "What can I help you with?"
She slid a picture towards me with a young man with jet black hair and stunning blue eyes. He was pale and grinning in the photo, his arms wrapped around her as she covered her face. Obviously, a selfie. "A few weeks ago… Brandon disappeared."
She sniffed. I knew right then what she wanted but sought clarification. She nodded when I asked if she wanted me to track him down. "Well, my rates are fair."
"I know. That's why I came to you for help, Ms. Sterling." Her big brown eyes found mine, tearing up again but determination on her face. "No one will tell me what happened to him. Not his mom… no one. And… I just… I need your help, Ms. Sterling."
I blinked a few times. I blinked a few more. Hell, I could have blinked for three hours and sixty five minutes but, she wasn't a mirage. I'd taken a lot on during my time: missing husbands, missing jewelry, missing cats… But this, since opening the RBI, I had never had to deal with the fact that I might have to tell someone that they're lover is dead.
A/N: First chapter done. No, I won't be expanding on it because, as I said, this was a nightmare that I had and I don't need to do more than get out the feelings.