Chapter 8.

(A/N) Thanks guys, for all the reviews. I was so surprised to see how many of you had reviewed in a single day! I was like "OhMyFreakingGoshTheyReviewed!" Anyways, thanks guys. You made me super happy. And i appreciate the advice. I was just a little bit conscious, because I figured I would lose a bunch of readers by making Trevor get bit. But you guys have proven me wrong! You're all AMAZING. So here's the next chapter. :)

After pulling my body through the tiny window, and clinging to the frame for my dear life, I realized it was too high for me to reach the inside floor without jumping. I tried to pull myself back up a few times, but my arms became tired, and I gave up. So one by one, I released my fingers from their grip of the window. I dropped hard to the cement floor with a loud plop and went tumbling sideways. My head throbbed and my arms ached as I sat up right against the cold stone wall. When I regained my balance, I stood and searched around blindly for the light. After what felt like forever, I wrapped my hand around a small cord hanging from the ceiling and gave it a small tug. The tiny room filled with light. It stung my eyes at first, but they quickly adjusted, and when I realized where I was standing, I let out a small gasp.

"What the…" I whispered to myself as I took a step backwards. There I stood, in a small cellar, and staring at me from all walls in the claustrophobic little room were dozens of bottles, seeming like wine, but instead were filled to the brim with thick, red liquid. I took another step, and my back screamed with pain as it smashed into a door handle. I spun around and grabbed the old-fashioned knob. I twisted, wriggled and pulled on it before finally admitting to myself that it was locked.

Holy shit. I thought as I turned around and looked back at the window which was several feet above my head, and out of reach. How was I supposed to get out of here? I grabbed my bag from around my shoulder and opened it. I dug around for a while, analyzing what I had. A small pad of paper, a few pens and pencils, eye liner, my cell phone, black lipstick… My cell phone! Wow. Stupid much! I thought as I reached in and grabbed it. I had Alexander's number on speed dial, and could call him, if he'd answer my calls anyways. Apparently, this was not my day. Because when I flipped open the little screen, and pressed in the number, my phone read;

No signal in area.

"That's just freaking great." I muttered and began to pace around the small room, looking for a way out. I considered climbing onto one of the long shelves that hung on each wall, but when I shook one I found out they weren't as stable as they seemed. I walked over to the cold wall under the window, and slid down against it. I sat there for what seemed like a few minutes, but could have been a few hours for all I knew. I put my face in my palms and let tears slide down my face as I thought of the worst case scenarios.

What if I can't find a way out? What if I never see Alexander again? What are my parents going to say when I don't come home? That brought a whole new question to my head. What time is it? I realized that I'd been wearing a watch this whole time. Becky had given it to me. It was the shape of a bat, and the strap around my wrist was a deep black, with a red stripe through the middle. The bat was silver, and the little arrows were in the shape of wings. The time read 9:18

Great. Soon enough my parents would be sending out the SWAT team to come and find me. When I told them I was going to hang out with Becky, It was around 2:30. Then by the time I had My make-up on and got out of the house, it was 3:00, I remembered. I rode my bike around the neighbourhood for a bit, then I sat around by the mansion and doodled little pictures of Alexander and I. I took out my notepad and stared at the small pictures. There was one of him and I at the mansion. I was clinging to him on top of a closed coffin lid, with a wet, tear stained face. His arms were gently around my waist, as I rested my chin on his shoulder.

There was another one. It was a drawing of Trevor and I. We had our backs turned to the mansion. This was when Trevor decided to walk me home that night. My head hung low as I stood beside him. My face was damp, and my expression sad. In the background, you could still see the mansion, and in that small attic window, Alexander was watching us. The curtains were half opened, and you could see he had his hand pressed to the glass.

I decided to add to the collection of mini drawings and sketches. So I flipped the notepad open to a clean page. First, I drew Alexander and Trevor. Trevor was sitting against a gravestone, his body seemingly limp as Alexander towered over him with fierce eyes and a wicked grin. A few feet behind the gravestone, I drew a small animal hovering over the cold ground. It was a bat, with one blue eye and one green.

Then I sketched Jagger and I. We stood at the bottom of a poorly dug, un-complete grave, staring at each other. My face was twisted with disgust, while his held nothing but satisfaction. He was dressed in a black suit with a blood red tie, and I had only my dirty, torn up clothes from this morning on. He was smiling a wicked grin while leaning against a dirt coated shovel.

I flipped open a new page of the notepad and drew another. This one had All three of us. Alexander, Jagger, and I. We all stood at the bottom of that same half dug grave. I was standing in front of Jagger, and we were both leaning in for a kiss. Both of his eyes were sealed, whereas I had one eye slightly open, watching him. I had my hands behind my back, and was giving Alexander a thumbs up, which he didn't notice. He was staring sadly at the ground, kicking dirt around with his combat boots.

I flipped the page once more. I drew a simple sketch of Alexander. Although it wasn't the dreamy, caring and kind vampire I fell in love with. Instead, he had blood red eyes (Black because it's a pencil sketch) That were shaded perfectly. His mouth held an evil grin. It was the oh-so-familiar one that Jagger always had plastered on.

No matter how hard I tried to get that image out of my head, I couldn't. I hated to see Alexander like that. It just wasn't right. So I tore the page out and crumpled it tightly in my fist. I threw it at the wall and began to cry for the thousandth time today.

Since I was already holding the pad of paper, I decided I should write a note to Alexander. If worst comes to worst, he at least has to know I still love him. I tore a blank sheet out and began to write;

Alexander,
I'll always love you.
No matter what happens.
XxRaven.

I crossed out the note, crumpled it, and shoved it into my pocket. I ripped out another sheet and wrote;

Alexander,
I'm really sorry…
Please forgive me?
XxRaven.

Another note crossed out and stuffed to my pocket. What did I have to be sorry for? I didn't even know.
So I settled for;

Dear Alexander,
BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.
XxRaven Madison.

I realized my knuckles had left bloody marks all over the small piece of paper. The note was still readable though, and there weren't too many smudges, so I decided it would have to do.

I curled up on the concrete floor, and let tears slip from my eyes. To tell the truth, I hated crying. And I've been doing way too much of it lately.

"Raven… Please forgive me?"

I jumped up as soon as the words were said.

Alexander? I thought in my head, but didn't dare say it out loud.

"Raven…?" The same voice called once again. It was coming from the window. The voice was familiar, but it wasn't Alexander's. My eyes widened in sudden realization, and I jumped onto my feet. I backed up until I was up against the door. I stared out the window where two bright eyes stared at me. One blue, and one green.

"Jagger…?"

Hope you all liked it. :P Little bit of a cliffy there, but... You guy's will survive right? I sure as hell hope so.. I don't want you all to die, cause I decided to make this a cliff hanger. O.o
Ahaha. Jokes. Anyways, like always, I'd love it if you review. :)