Chapter 3 Beta'd by SapphireLynzPierce
Raven Maxwell Point of View
Once Luna had disappeared for the night, Jagger continued to fervently stare into my eyes. He gracefully glided over to me and pulled me into his arms, "I'm sorry that you cannot be with your friend. I promise you can call her." I nodded and just smiled up at him. He planted a wet kiss on my forehead then traveled down to my lips. He nibbled on my lips for a bit and then finally decided to kiss me. He anxiously laid me back down on the bed which I was sleeping in. He growled lowly at the restriction of my shirt and ripped it off. He examined my body as if trying to figure where else to kiss. He went directly to my neck and grazed his fangs upon them. I moaned softly as he bit down into my neck. I started to close my eyes, just as I heard a knock at the door. Jagger immediately turned around to spot Alexander at the door. He reluctantly got up off of me and went over to him. I scrambled to cover myself with the remaining pieces of my shirt. Alexander stared irritably at Jagger with a stern expression on his face and then announced, "We must talk."
From the blank look on Alexander's face, I knew he wasn't pleased what was going on in his house. Jagger sighed then rolled his eyes at him, "Alright, Alex. Whatever you say." he said in a nonchalant tone. He then looked back and blew me a kiss as he exited the door. Luna abruptly appeared back at the window sill and surprised me onto the floor. She smirked at my imprudent reaction and said, "Sleep now." I started to whine but she put a finger over my mouth to shush me. She started humming a familiar lullaby that immediately started lulling me to sleep. I decided to lucidly dream that night about what Jagger and Alexander's talk may be about.
Alexander Sterling Point of View
I growled at him and purposefully shoved him into a wall, "What were you trying to do? We already went over the seriousness and she is only seventeen!" Jagger just chuckled. I punched him in his jaw and sent him flying into another wall, "Stop playing around. Why are you really here?" I narrowed my eyes at him. He then smirked at me, showing his true identity, "That is for me to know and you to find out." He laughed again, "May I leave now, Sir?" I glared at him for a bit just trying to figure out what was going on. I brushed off any positive assumptions that came to mind and focused mainly on the dire ones and all of them included hurting the first and only girl I've ever loved. I couldn't let that happen.
Raven Maxwell Point of View
The following morning arrived and the only thing on my mind was Becky. I had to talk to her and tell her everything. It was about time I was honest with her. I showered and chose a plain black dress to put on. I called her and told her to meet me at the ice cream parlor. I knew she was probably shocked that I called so she instantly agreed without even talking to Matt about it. As I left the mansion, I waved at Jameson and picked up Jagger's keys from the china table. I dashed outside and was stunned by the discovery of my husband's new car. It was a 2011 Black Mustang. I started up the good-looking car and headed for my destination which was my best friend's house. Becky was standing in front of the parlor as if she had been stood up. I parked the car and got out. I soon as she spotted me, she gaped at me for a while then ran over and give me a big hug. "Raven… Oh my...I've missed you so much." She started sobbing with happiness.
I hugged her back and showed the exact amount of emotion as she did. We walked into the parlor together and ordered some ice cream. We sat down at a memorable table and started chatting from one topic to other. She told me about Trevor's obsession with me and how he finally confessed his love for me. I was quite surprised about this but decided to gibe about him instead. Once we were done with our long conversation we hugged once more and she walked me to Jagger's car. I promised her that I would text her about everything going on in my life from now on. She beamed at this. I started up the car and was on my way back to the mansion. As I hurriedly drove to the mansion, it seemed as if the darkness followed me. It was six o'clock when I walked in, panting lightly, Jagger was standing in front of the door with a wary look on his face.