Bloody Brilliant

Chapter Three

We ran back to the mansion. The tension between us was growing, and I knew that as soon as we crossed the doorway that I would bombard him with questions. He acted, however, that it was just an average day, with the exception of the rushing.

We stood awkwardly in the drawing room. Jameson was on a date with Ruby, by the looks of the note he'd left for Alexander. We were all alone. I was hurt. He was silent.

"Raven," he finally whispered. He wrapped his arms around me and I pressed my face to his shirt. I was so upset by Demile's sudden entrance. Her story was so painful to listen to, even if it was only a lie.

"I want to go home, Alexander," I mumbled into his chest. "I don't feel so good. I think it's best if I leave now."

"I'll walk you." Alexander pulled away, scanning my face with worried eyes. "We need to talk about this. About everything."

I stared up at him, straight into his chocolate-brown eyes. "I'm not ready to."

^o^ (A/N This is supposed to be a bat)

I was wide awake at nine-fifty P.M. when Billy Boy stormed into my room, hollering, "Raven! Alexander's on the phone!"

I groaned and buried my face into my pillow. I didn't feel like talking to Alexander right now. It had been two days since Demile had arrived in the dead of night, destroying my happiness with Alexander. Ever since I'd left the mansion alone (I told Alexander I was going to the bathroom, then made a run for it), he's been calling non-stop to explain.

"Raven!"

"Billy, just tell him I'm not feeling well." I was attempting to go to sleep, but all of the drama was keeping me up.

Billy Boy looked strangely at me, since I haven't called him Billy in forever, but he told the phone that I was sick. After a few seconds, Billy pressed the END CALL button and stated, "Alexander says that he wants you to come over tomorrow night."

I sighed. "Okay."

Billy Boy left the room, and I pressed my face against my Domo plushie. When Alexander requests a meeting, you have to go to that meeting. I knew that if you skip out on him, Jameson or Alexander will hop into their Mercedes and search for you.

I closed my eyes and tried to drift off. After a few seconds, it felt like it was working.

A rock smacked my bedroom window. I groaned and sat up. Looking out the window, I saw the outline of a figure in the backyard, looking up at me.

Alexander motioned for me to open the window. I sighed and obliged.

"Raven, I'm so sorry," he apologized quickly. "I know that Demile is conniving, but I had no idea she was this evil. She's tearing us apart, and I don't want to lose you because of what some girl says. Please listen to me."

I picked up Nightmare, my ebony kitten, and frowned at him.