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I had never carried anyone as heavy as Becky before. She was thinner than myself but I guessed that meant I had to get to the gym more often.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, a salt blooded waterfall. I desperately tried to ignore the searing pain from my broken nose. I tasted blood on my lips as I ran past Alexander and out the door of my once mini-mansion.

This was a battle.

I had never seen Alexander really fight…not counting the time he "hurt" Jagger's brother, Valentine.

Who was stronger?

I didn't even have a chance to kiss my vampire-mate goodbye. I took off down the street to my house.

I can't bring Becky home. My inner conscious screamed at me. That would definitely raise concerns.

Instead I headed for the mansion, rain beginning to pour from the cloudy night sky, making the blood that stained our skin run. I passed a few kids, out past trick-or-treat time, who screamed at us like we were two zombies who just rose from the grave.

One thing for sure was that I can assure them this was no teenage Halloween prank.

I made my way through the unlocked gate up the concrete stairs and almost ran smack into the door. My hands were full with a bleeding Becky, so instead of rapping the serpent knocker like always, I kicked the royal double doors with my sneaker foot.

Jameson couldn't be more slower. It felt like an hour had passed when he finally reached the door. He poked his bald creepy head through. "Miss Raven?" His eyes bugged even further out of his wrinkly sockets when the took in the sight of Becky, a girl he had never met before, bleeding from head to toe.

He opened the door all the way so I could step through. My feet carried me all the way up the grand staircase and I didn't stop until I reached the room with the fuzzy animal print rugs, flat screen television and leather sofa where Alexander and I shared out first kiss.

Brings back so many memories.

Good thing the couch is black.

I laid Becky on the worn leather, her arm hanging loosely off the edge, draping to the floor. A few seconds later Jameson appeared in the doorway with several towels, an oversized t-shirt and a blanket.

"Good thinking, Jameson." I complimented him and quickly squeezed his bony frame before returning to Becky. I cleaned off the cuts to the best of my ability as se whimpered and gasped in pain. I really wasn't a doctor, but I assumed I was going to require a lot of gauze for this dirty job.

Oh, Alexander. I thought. If only he were here…instead he was fending off his evil nemesis. My heart melted at the thought that he goes so far out of his way to protect me.

"Jameson!" I called, forgetting the fact that he was standing a few feet away from me. "Oh, sorry." I apologized. "Do you have any gauze?"

He furrowed his brow. "I will see what I can do, Miss Raven."

Then he turned on his heel to exit the room, slow as usual. Becky looked up at me. "Becky!" I whispered, bending over so we were at eye level. I took her cold, pale hand in mine and held it tight. Her pulse was racing.

"Ray-Ray." She choked out. She coughed weakly, eyes closing slightly. "Are you okay?"

I laughed. Becky. She always put others ahead of herself.

"Becks." I laughed. "I should be asking you that."

She forced a small smile, the smile I knew so well. I could pick it out from a crowd of millions, because it was a Becky smile. She gazed at me through tear clouded eyes. "So this is the mansion, eh?"

"The one and only." I answered.

"Nice. Alexander sure knows how to live." Her voice was raspy, breath shaking. "Do you think he'd let me buy one of these rugs off him?"

I laughed. "I might be able to convince him."

"Hopefully." She raised her hand, the one that still held my ring, to rub under her nose. Suddenly she caught sight of the expensive treasure adorning her ring finger. "Ray-Ray, what's this?"

"My ring." I whispered.

"Your ring?" She began taking it off to hand it back to me.

"Yes, my wedding ring." I smiled devilishly at her. "My engagement ring!"

"Nuh-uh." She exclaimed. "No."

"Yes."

"Oh my goodness." She giggled, smiling back down at me. "Where? When? Who? How? Tell me!"

I laughed and her face seemed to grow more and more inpatient, even though I wasn't keeping her waiting very long.

"Tell me! Tell me!" She demanded, just like she used to when we were little.

"Alexander proposed." I confessed. "What more could you possibly want to know?"

"There's a catch." She whispered, voice cracking. "There's always a catch."

"Okay, okay." I took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

"No way!" She shrieked. Just then Jameson came strolling through the door to the media room.

"No gauze, Miss Raven." He apologized. I sighed with a mix of frustration and disappointment.

"This is an emergency." I was really panicking now. "I have to run home quick. Jameson?"

"Yes, Miss Raven?" Was his reply.

"I need to run home quick." I told him, scrambling to throw extra towels and blanket over Becky, who was falling asleep.

"Yes, Miss Raven."

I smiled up at the creepy butler. He was such a kind-hearted man. He returned the smile and I gave him a warm Ruby-squeeze hug before grabbing my purse and flying out of there like a bat.

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My feet couldn't carry me fast enough down Benson hill and up my driveway. By the time I walked through the front door, I wanted nothing more than to take off this tacky uniform and crawl into bed and sleep a thousand years with my cat. But tonight I was in danger of the Underworld, and had more important things to take care of. I walked into the kitchen towards the medicine cabinet that held the first-aid kit. My hands were trembling with trepidation as I sifted through for the tape, gauze and antibacterial ointment. And some painkillers. My eyes rolled over a little yellow sticky note on the counter.

"Raven, we went to the country club. Be back by midnight. Love, Mom and Dad."

Well, at least they won't get suspicious when I walk out the door with medical supplies. I started through the hall on my way to the front room when I stopped in front of the basement door. A cold sweat dewed on the back of my neck, bring back horrifying memories of the past month, when Luna decided to make her place at home down there. I shook those thoughts from my head, and without thinking, creaked the door and ventured into the darkness.

What are you doing?

I continued stepping down.

Your friends are in grave danger!

Another step.

Get your ass back to the mansion!

I reached the bottom of the stairs.

Somehow I found myself in front of a storage ottoman that belonged to my father. It held a book of matches, a Swiss army knife and a pistol.

I gripped the handgun.

It felt warm in my hands.

I had no idea what I was doing, but I loaded it.

I shoved the gun under the waistband of my skirt, covering the handle of the weapon I was illegally possessing with my sweater.

I stepped out into the cool night.

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