DUE TO MY CURRENT LACK OF INTERNET ACCESS, I SHALL WRITE CHAPTER UPDATES FOR MY STORIES BUT IT WILL TAKE TIME TO POST THEM! PLEASE ENJOY THE NEXT EXCITING CHAPTER IN MY FIRST VAMPIRE KISSES FANFICTION! DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE KISSES! THAT BELONGS ENTIRELY TO ELLEN SCHREIBER! ENJOY!
Raven's POV:
My heart beat a million miles an hour as I walked up the long, winding drive to the Sterling Mansion on Benson Hill. The place that was now inhabbited by the only people who gave life to the boring Dullsville, and to me, seemed to scare me more than anything. Still asleep in the attic tower was the man who had tried to either drink my blood or rape me last night. And I was going to willingly face him and talk about it. My life is seriously screwed up.
Jameson opened the door before I had a chance to knock. "Hello Miss. Raven." His eyes were strained. He knew what had happened. He was very careful to make me feel welcome. He begged with his eyes for me to not be frightened. I had been told often of Alexander's dark times. The time before he knew me. Jameson would give anything to keep him from going back to the emotionless Alexander that acted as if his day to night routine was an out of body experience.
Jameson had me sit in the parlor. He offered me a drink but I politely refused and told him I only wanted to see Alexander right now. He nodded sadly and went to fetch him as soon as the sun set. I passed the time waiting for him to arrive by looking through and replying to the messages that I recieved while I took a shower earlier. There was one from Becky, one from my Mom, and one from Trever.
Becky's said 'Hey Raven. Matt says we're gonna do it next week. I'm so excited but nervous. Txt me later.'
I congradulated her then moved on to my mom's text. Her's came while I was running to the mansion earlier. 'Raven. Your father and I are going to Billy's open house for school then we're taking him out to eat afterwards. If you want to stay with Alexander till we get home, go ahead. No boys are allowed at our house though. Luv Mom.'
I thanked her then moved on to the message I most wanted to see. Trevor's. 'Decided I wanted to see your pretty face. I'll be at your house for movies in an hour. There better be snacks. -Trevor'
I read his message again. Then again. Did he really just say that? What should I do? Should I stay at Alexander's house and leave him waiting on my doorstep? Should I text him and tell him where I am and to come back tomarrow. Most importantly, how did his number get in my contacts? I don't remember him...Man! He held my phone while I had X-Rays done! I sighed. if I did talk to him, it would give me a chance to talk out him telling one of his friends about the Alexander incident. He really needed to pay for that.
I felt an unmistakable presence in the room and looked up before I could reply to Trevor. I put away my phone and cautiously approached him. His eyes were a warm, chocolate brown tonight and his face was faintly flushed. He almost looked human. He had clearly ate a fair helping of his life source. I touched him face. It was almost warm. I swallowed before I spoke. "Are you okay?" It was barely a whisper but he seemed to hear me.
"Fine now that you're here. I fought the urge all night and most of the morning to call you and talk it out anyway. I almost went into the sun once. I decided it would be better if we discussed it face to face."
"Discuss what? Is there something wrong besides the obvious?" I asked. He looked nervous for a moment then changed the subject.
"I also must say how deeply I regret what happened last night." He took me into his arms. "It was foolish of me to risk your life by making myself starve like that. I can assure you it will never happen again." He put his face in my neck and pressed his body against mine. "You look beautiful tonight. I must say, red suits you. Not that black doesn't. Red just makes you look very warm. Not that you already aren't..." He laughed nervously.
He was talking about my red, chiffon, layered skirt. I had on a black tanktop and the red converses from earlier. There was a little red bow clipped into the side of one of my jet black wavy locks. He pulled me into a long, almost sad kiss that felt dangerously like the kiss he gave me before leaving for Hipsterville to return Valentine to his brother and sister, Jagger and Luna. When we broke apart, he held my fragile face in her strong hands. His eyes were miserable like the eyes I often imagined him having while he waited, lonley in his coffin for the time I'd return again.
"Alexander...what's wrong?" I asked.
"Raven...Something has...come up...in Romania with my parents. It seems Jagger, Luna, and Valentine showed up on their doorstep with their parents. The Maxwelles want to discuss something that we thought had been settled when you came into my life. I don't want to go, but they tell me the only way the Maxwelles will let it go...is If I go to their parents personally and tell them my decision." He spoke to me slowly. Like you'd speak to a child to make them understand.
"Does it have to do with the time you and Luna were betrothed?"
I waited for him to finally speak. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes. When I was born and Luna was born...they took some of her human blood and forced me to drink it. It means little more than if I were to give you an engagement ring...but unless we settle things with the Maxwelles, they can hold this over my head."
I could sense the pain on my face. I could feel the jellousy. But most important...I could see an image in my head. One that I tried to ignore the first time. A look on Alexander's face. Something I wish I'd never seen. Love. It was only flash as he gazed at Luna. I wasn't meant to see that he had never told me of his hidden feelings for her. He loved me. I knew that. But he loved her too. He loved, beautiful Luna. How could I compete with someone like her? She was perfect. Blond, soft hair. Deep blue eyes. A figure that could make Aphrodite green with envy...
I kisses Alexander longingly on the lips. "Do what you need to do. I love you and I support any decision you and your family decide on. I need to be home. I'll leave you to pack..."
He looked miserable for a long moment. Miserable, with just a dash of gratitude. He was greatful that I would understand if he never came back. I wanted him to come back. I loved him so much and I wasn't ready to let him go. When he left, the misery that crushed me everytime he left me would be stronger than ever. Stronger because I love him more now than any of the times he left. Stronger because I knew there was a chance I'd never see him again. Stronger because I knew I might lose him to Luna who I might have become good friends with when I moved to Romania with Alexander. If I do...
I wasn't ready to say goodbye to Alexander. But I wasn't ready to say goodbye to the sun either. This would only get better if I allowed him to talk this out with everyone. I would only get better if I knew that if he left me...he'd be happy. After we said our fair share of goodbyes, I walked home. It had been just a little longer than an hour. I didn't see Trevor anywhere. I was too torn and exhausted to even notice his car as I passed it. I unlocked the door with my key and shut and locked it behind me. I fought back a sob and walked into the already lit living room.
There, sitting comfortably on my sofa with a soda in his hand, was none other than Trevor Mitchell.
