Trying not to move too much, I peered at my clock: midnight already. It was pitch black in my room except for the glowing numbers on my alarm clock. Someone was outside my window. Maybe it was Alexander. My vampire boyfriend was all I could have ever wanted: sweet, loving, funny, and super cute. I could imagine him standing outside, his black hair slightly covering one of his chocolate brown eyes. He would be wearing black skinny jeans that were tucked into black combat boots, with a band tee to complete the look. But I still didn't move to go see who it was. For all I know, it might not be Alexander. It could be a different vampire, or better yet, my sworn nemesis Trevor Mitchell attempting to scare me. But I wasn't in big danger, I mean the only risk there was, was that I could be bitten and turned into a vampire. But my house wasn't on sacred ground, so it wasn't a big deal. I laughed at the morbid thought, and finally climbed out of bed. Opening my window and peering out, I could see nothing.
"Alexander?" I whispered.
"Guess again," a low voice said from just underneath me. I looked straight down but didn't see anyone.
"Who the hell is down there?" I demanded, suddenly annoyed. I heard the guy laugh.
"Back up sweetheart, I'm coming up."
"No! Don't, my family is sleeping! I'll come out there," I said, realizing too late that it was stupid. But I shut my window, quickly pulled my PJ's off, and threw on skinny jeans and a Hello Batty shirt. I crept down the stairs and out the front door, wincing as I set off the motion censored porch light.
"Come into the light," I whispered.
"Why? Are you afraid of the dark?" Another laugh. "That's not a good idea. Step away from the light, its blinding me. I promise I won't hurt you." I sighed, and after hesitating, I stepped out of the light and let it turn off.
"Better?" I asked.
"Much," the mysterious voice said, right in my ear. I jumped, not realizing that whoever it was had appeared right next to me. I turned my head only to find Jagger Maxwell's fanged grin looking down at me. His mismatched green and blue eyes seemed to laugh at me as they saw my surprised face. I thought this was dangerous before, but now that I knew who I was dealing with, I knew for a fact that this was dangerous.
"Jagger?" I couldn't keep a touch of nervousness out of my voice.
"Don't be so scared, I promised I wouldn't hurt you," Jagger said with a laugh. His white and red hair flopped over his eyes, and just brushed his shoulders.
"What do you want?" I asked, feeling less afraid. Jagger wasn't going to hurt me; he never had anything against me, only Alexander.
"You know, I knew you were beautiful, but in the moonlight you're gorgeous," he laughed.
"Bite me," I said sarcastically.
"Don't tempt me," he said darkly. I didn't reply. "You've thought about it," Jagger murmured, his hypnotizing eyes pouring into mine. I looked away. "Oh, so you have?" I stayed silent. I have. "But...you still feel loyal to Alexander, and you can't trust me," he finished. I nodded, afraid to say anything. "I've changed, Raven." He wasn't lying. I knew he had, but I didn't know why, or understand why.
"Why are you here?" I finally choked out. We were standing so close that if I moved even an inch towards him, I would be touching him.
"I had to tell you that I'm different than I was,"
"Why? What happened that makes you different?" I asked. It was his eyes that gave it away. They no longer had that menacing gleam in them, but rather a sad softness.
"My father is dead. He died, and I never had the chance to tell him I love him, and now I won't ever get that chance! I ran away from them, and never returned. I started the Coffin Club, and yesterday I returned home, only to find him dead. It made me realize that fighting Sterling and making enemies isn't what I need to do with my life. So here I am," Jagger admitted. I couldn't tell if he was about to cry or not.
"I don't know what to say…I'm so sorry." I wanted to reach out and hug him, or hold his hand, but something held me back.
"Do you trust me now?" He asked.
"I want to trust you. I think I do trust you! But I don't trust myself. I love Alexander, but I can't lie and say I'm not attracted to you, because I am. Alexander can't know I've seen you...and you should go, I don't want you caught in the light..."
"I see." Jagger didn't sound angry, just very sad and defeated.
"Do you have a number?" I asked hopefully, pulling a Sharpie out of my back pocket.
"Give me your hand." Jagger wrote his cell phone number on my write and signed a "J" below it. Then I wrote my number on the back of his hand and signed and "R" underneath.
"Text me if you ever want to talk or something...or if you ever need me," He said.
"Okay," I sighed. Jagger gave me a defeated look, and I fixed a lock of white hair that had flown out of place in the breeze. My hand lingered on his skin, and he closed his eyes at my touch. Then he was gone just like that, and my hand dropped to my side.
As soon as I was back in my room, I flopped down on my bed and looked at the clock. Forty minutes past midnight. Clearing my mind, I dropped off to sleep, and slept until noon the next day.