A/N: Hey guys I'm back. I got all of your guys' reviews and messages to update faster, so I tried but I don't know if it was soon enough for you. I hope it was. This will be a short chapter, but an important one. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE KISSES!

The streets were quiet as we glided through them in the Mercedes. The only sound was the hum of the engine, but even that was soft. I watched the houses become farther and farther apart and wished I could stay in Hipsterville forever. But that's all ti was, a wish. I knew I had to go back to Dullsville eventually. That's where my school, my best friend, and my family were.

Thinking of my family was hard. I felt a lump form in my throat and the backs of my eyes sting. Like and average teenager I couldn't wait to move out and away from my family when I lived with them. Things were different now, I missed my mother, my father, I even missed Billy Boy. I wondered how they were doing without me. Did they miss me? Is my father still mad at me? Does he regret kicking me out? These questions had been haunting me since I moved in to the mansion. I didn't mind living with Alexander, not for a second, but I still missed having my family around me. It's not like we hung out together a lot or anything, or even talked much, but there's something about having them around you. I wondered if I would ever have that again.

And now Alexander's parents are waiting for us back at the mansion. Sebastian only told us that they all of a sudden just wanted to come see their son. Does that mean they knew, or is it just coincidental? I couldn't come up with what their reactions might be. When I met them that time they came to take Alexander back to Romania with them, they were very nice. Cassandra and I really clicked. I couldn't imagine them being completely furious with us, but then again I never thought my parents would be either.

"Raven are you alright?" Alexander's deep voice in my ear snapped me out of my worries and thoughts.

I was leaning against his chest and his arms were wrapped around my waist so I tilted my head to look at his face. "Yes, why?" It was a small lie but I didn't think I should trouble him more with my small problems. He had enough to worry about.

"Because you're crying." He rubbed my cheeks with his thumbs and, sure enough, there were glistening water droplets on them. I hadn't even noticed they were there. I glared at the traitor tears. Alexander wiped his hand on his black jean leg. "Now what's the matter?"

I turned my head back and looked out the dark window. His long fingers trailed through my hair. "I miss my family so much."

His hand froze in my hair mid-stroke and then dropped to his side. The hand over my stomach clenched in to a fist only to relax a few seconds later.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "It's my fault that you've been kicked out of your house. If it weren't for me you would still be living with your family, going to school everyday, and having a normal sleep schedule. When was the last time you hung out with Becky? It's my fault you have to go through this," he whispered the last part and then buried his face in my shoulder.

I was shocked to say the least. I had no idea he felt that way. That everything was his fault. How long has he thought that? Since the beginning? I had thought similar things, that the only reason he was still with me was because of the baby, and that it was my fault he has to take on more responsibilities. I always talked to him about it though, yet he hasn't said a word to me before now.

"Alexander, is that what you really think? Because it's not true."

His head lifted off of my shoulder. "But it is, Raven. It's all my fault that you don't have a normal life and that you're in danger."

"What do you mean I'm in danger?"

"I, um, it's just my world is dangerous to humans. Not to mention my parents are waiting for us back home."

I turned around and faced the car window. "Why do you thin they're here?"

He sighed deeply. "When Aunt Lydia, Uncle Aden, Claude, and Vesuvius went back to Romania they probably said something to my parents about it. I guess now they're here to confront us."

"Will they be really mad? Do you think they will kick us out of the mansion?"

"I don't know Raven. Everything will be fine though." With that he relaxed against the seat and I snuggled into his arms.

Jameson pulled the Mercedes up to the mansion around 1:00am. I yawned as I got out of the car and stretched. Alexander picked up our bags and held my hand with his free one. We looked at each other and took a deep breath simultaneously. Here we go.

We walked n to the unlit foyer quietly, looking for any sign of Mr. and Mrs. Sterling. It was almost humorous how we cautiously walked through the main floor of the mansion, when we had been roaming it freely just two days ago.

Just as I was creeping up to the doorway of the parlor, Alexander stood up straight and squeezed my hand.

"This is ridiculous. We shouldn't be scared to face my parents. I don't care what they think." Then, he wrapped his arm around my waist and paused for a second. He seemed to be listening to something. Only a few seconds later he started walking again, guiding me with him. "they are in the dining room."

The statement startled me slightly. The mansion is huge, but eve with all of the creaking floorboards and whistling wind he could still detect people anywhere in the house if he concentrated. These are the times that remind me that I am truly dating a real vampire. And, if I have my way, that I will become one too.

I struggled to keep up with Alexander's brisk walk, stumbling every now and then. It wasn't long until we reached the dining room.

The dining room is a large room with a mile-long mahogany table. It had a blood-red tablecloth draped over it and the only source of light was from the candelabra set in the middle.

The light was so dim I almost didn't see the two dark figures sitting at the end of the table.

Alexander and I stood there for what felt like an eternity. Constantine was the first to break the silence. He rose to his feet, the legs of the large wooden chair scraped against the floor.

"Alexander." It was just one word, but it spoke legions. They knew, they definitely knew.

My boyfriend stood up straighter and dropped his arm from my waist, regarding his father levelly.

"Constantine."

I noticed how both Constantine and Cassandra visibly flinched in reaction to Alexander addressing his father by his first name, though I almost didn't catch Mr. Sterling's.

The tall man lifted his chin, still looking, glaring, at his son. "I hear my brother Aden and his family were here to visit you."

"Oh? What else did you hear?"

Constantine's eyes hardened. "Lies."

"Lies?"

"Yes, lies. At least they better be lies if you wish to not be disowned form this family."

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