Bloody Brilliant
Chapter Twenty-Four
(A/N: Oh no, I do believe that we are going to get rated R. But the question is, do the fans want to get this rated R? Do they want to at least be told that they have sex, or for me to just cut it to the "night" after? Oh well, for now, they'll be partying until the sun rises. This is Chapter Twenty-Four, in the eyes of Alexander Sterling.
P.S. PLEASE PLEASE review and tell me what I should do for Chapter Twenty-Five! Stizzle, or no stizzle?)
Magick, without tears
Magick, without tears
Magick, without tears
The magick-al vaneer
Raven and I were dancing like crazy. I didn't even notice that it was already nearing dawn, or that the sun would be rising soon. Many of our friends were leaving, but I didn't care. I was too busy practicing my 1-2 Step with Raven. And I do admit, I was failing quite a bit.
"I don't think I'm doing this right," I laughed.
Raven giggled. "At least you're trying. So where's our honeymoon going to be, if not here?"
I didn't know what to say to that. Should I come clean and tell her that we were going to be spending it in my family's vacation house, right next to Dracula's castle?
"Uh, it's a surprise. I'll take you there after I get this done."
Raven stopped dancing. "I want to see it now!"
"Don't be a Veruca Salt, love," I said, motioning for her to dance again. "I'll show you soon enough. Now, how do you do that slide thing?"
^o^
"Whoa." Raven's exclamation made me laugh. "This is where we're going?"
"Yeah. We've already got a coffin for us in there, with our matching pillows and blankets and all the stuff that our friends have bought." Well, my friends, but I wanted her to feel welcome here. "Come on, let's go inside."
The door creaked, just how I'd remembered it used to. I enjoyed the idea of spending a week or so in here with my lovely Raven, but a new problem formed in my head. One that I could never really talk about to my mother or father. One that would be facing me in no time.
I cleared my throat. "Want me to give you a tour?"
Raven, mesmerized by the dustiness, simply nodded.
We walked around the house. I pointed out the living room, kitchens, bathrooms, and stuff, before we found the destination.
It was a simple black painted room, with spiderwebs clinging on to all of the furniture but the coffin. My painting easel, along with my acrylics, watercolours, and homemade paints, were in the corner. There was a big screen TV with an immense collection of scary movies (not including the Scary Movies), a soft velvet cushioned couch, and a closet for us to use. There were windows, but they were all heavily draped by extremely thick black curtains. The rest of our stuff were moved into the other corner.
"Nice," Raven said. "I like it here."
"I hoped you would." I smiled nervously.