Vampire Kisses - The Coffin Club Part 3

A small amount of light still appeared from the open door in the attic floor. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the new illumination.

Just then I heard someone stirring inside the coffin.

I stepped back, and the heel of my boot snagged against a tiny nail protruding from the bottom of the screen. For several moments, the room divider and I teetered back and forth. I was about to cause a major commotion. I regained my balance and managed to return the screen upright and steal myself behind it. I peered through a tiny crack between the ruler-sized boards, my heart racing even harder now.

The top of the coffin lid began to creak open ever so slowly toward me, leaving me unable to see inside until it reached a ninety-degree angle. I didn't see fingers, a hand, or anything opening it, nor could I make out anything-or anyone-behind it. I peeked around the screen.

It was then I saw a sleepy Alexander staring right at me.

Startled, I screamed.

He paused. His chocolate-colored eyes turned bloodred. ?Raven!?

I tried to catch my breath and regain my composure. ?I didn't mean to scare you-or myself,? I apologized.

?What are you doing here?? he asked, shocked.

?I came to see you-?

Alexander stepped out of the coffin barefoot, wearing a black T-s.h.i.+rt and black boxers.

He paused by the nightstand. He didn't run to me and scoop me up in his arms. It wasn't the reaction I'd expected.

?I thought you'd be glad to see me,? I said. It took all my strength not to hug him.

?I am, it's just-? Alexander stood awkwardly. He fixed his hair with one hand and straightened out his clothes with the other.

?Are you upset I'm here?? I asked. ?I couldn't wait another day.?

?I just woke up,? he said self-consciously, wiping one eye with the back of his hand. ?I would have preferred a little warning.? His stern demeanor then softened. He looked s.e.xy, his long hair tousled and his clothes still askew. Even in the darkness Alexander lit up the room. A warm smile overcame his sleepy face.

?I missed you so much I couldn't breathe,? I said, daring to run to him.

?Me too,? he said, now gazing down at me. He brushed my hair away from my cheek, pulled me into him, and swept me up in his arms. I hugged him around his neck, and my black- fingernailed hands coursed through his silky black hair. He leaned into me and kissed me, pa.s.sionately, like I'd dreamed about night after night since he left the Mansion. Alexander took my neck in his mouth, like a wolf would a swan. The sharp edge of his teeth slid against my skin, then he suddenly pulled back.

?Miss Raven? Miss Raven?? Jameson called from below.

Alexander let me down. His red eyes faded to their natural brown. He seemed shaken, but I held his hand rea.s.suredly. I knew I was safe in his arms.

?She's up here with me, Jameson,? Alexander answered.

?I thought she might have gotten lost. Dinner is ready.?

?I was just on my appetizer,? he whispered to me with a wink.

?Desserts are even better,? I said, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

I felt as tiny as a Polly Pocket doll in a Barbie Dream House as I sat alone at the limousine-length table in the stately and stark mile-high-ceilinged dining room. A black lace tablecloth was draped over the stone tabletop, and a single candelabra flickered as the centerpiece. The macabre table was set with Wedgwood china plates, sterling silver cutlery, and crystal goblets-everyday settings for my vampire boyfriend. The Madison family ate this fancy only once a year, when my grandmother dusted off her china and made Christmas dinner; otherwise it was strictly Pfaltzgraff.

My combat boots grazed the patched wooden floor as I anxiously swung them back and forth underneath the table, impatiently waiting for Alexander's entrance. I was hoping a ghost would float by to keep me company, but no specters arrived. Soon I sensed a familiar presence behind me, followed by hands caressing my shoulders.

I felt two lips press against my neck. I grew so hot I thought I'd melt the ice cubes in my crystal goblet. The ends of Alexander's midnight-colored hair were still damp from a quick shower and brushed against the back of my bare shoulder. He smelled heavenly with the sweet scents of Drakkar and Irish Spring.

?I shouldn't have barged in on you like that,? I apologized as he stood next to me. ?You are a much better sport than I am,? I added. ?I'm not sure how I would have reacted if I woke up and found you watching me.?

?I know exactly how you would have reacted.? Alexander made a G.o.dzilla-like monster face and we both cracked up knowing he was right.

Alexander moved his chair and place setting next to mine. Jameson entered the room pus.h.i.+ng a squeaky-wheeled metal cart carrying a covered sterling silver serving tray. He removed the lid to reveal two sizzling, dripping red steaks.

?I took the liberty of cooking yours medium-well,? Jameson said, serving me. ?I a.s.sumed you didn't like yours as rare as Alexander's.?

I glanced over at Alexander's plate. The barely cooked strip steak was almost floating in a pool of blood.

?Mine is perfect,? I said with an oversized grin.

?Isn't it a nice surprise that Raven has come to town?? Jameson asked, spooning out steaming-hot b.u.t.tered peas.

?It's the perfect way to wake up,? Alexander said with a twinkle in his eyes.

?Will there be anything else??

?I think we are fine,? Alexander stated.

I scooted my chair even closer to Alexander's. I couldn't believe that my boyfriend, who had been so far away for so many days, was now by my side. All the pain I'd felt in the last month or so disappeared.

Alexander seemed ravenous as he tore into his b.l.o.o.d.y steak. I was reminded each time I was in Alexander's company that I was truly dating a vampire. He had just woken up, while I, on the other hand, had been awake for more than twelve hours. Upon awakening, my boyfriend craved blood the way I craved a caramel latte.

There was so much I wanted to ask Alexander I didn't know where to begin. As we continued to cut into our steaks, I pried for the info I'd missed over our time apart.

?Is Valentine here? What have you been doing? When are you planning on coming home?? I babbled.

?Slow down,? he said, tapping my hand.

?Tell me about Valentine. Is he okay??

?Yes, Valentine is fine. He returned to his family.?

I paused, waiting to hear more. But Alexander just winked and took a bite of his sweet potato.

?That's it?? I asked.

Where Becky and I would begin retelling a juicy event by ?setting the scene,? followed by a description of clothing and dialogue, finis.h.i.+ng with ?overheard gossip? and our biased commentary, Alexander would simply provide one-word answers. How was I supposed to get a nitty-gritty fleshed-out story this way?

?Is Valentine here or in Romania?? I continued to pry.

?Romania, I guess.?

?Did you see Jagger??

?Yes.? Alexander went back to cutting into his meat.

?You did? What did he say? Was he threatening? Where did you meet? In Hipsterville's graveyard??

?I showed up at his apartment at the Coffin Club. I have to admit, he was surprised,?

Alexander began. ?When he lifted the door open, he saw only me standing before him- Valentine was hanging by the elevator. Jagger was primed for an encounter, his fists clenched, his fangs flas.h.i.+ng. But when he saw Valentine next to me, a wave of relief overcame him. I'd

never seen him like that. Jagger was so happy to have Valentine safe I think all the blood rushed out of him.?

?Wow, you really are a hero,? I gushed.

?It was obvious Jagger had mixed feelings that I was the one who had returned Valentine to him. He's spent so much time seeking revenge on me for not having a covenant ceremony with Luna he didn't know how to respond. For the first time I can remember, Jagger and I weren't rivals.?

?I wish I'd been there to see it,? I said.

He clutched my hand.

?After he hugged his brother,? Alexander continued, ?Jagger extended his hand to me. It was then that I knew a truce was formed-between him and me and our families. Returning Valentine safely was more important than completing any covenant ceremony.?

?Do you think you guys will be friends now??

Alexander shook his head. ?Sadly no. We're polar opposites and don't have much in common. But now that things are peaceful between the two of us, it's probably best for him and me not to see each other for a while so we can keep it that way.?

Alexander took a drink from his goblet.

?I am really glad you are here,? he said quietly.

?I am too!?

We locked eyes. For a moment it was as if we were the only two people in the world.

Billions of people were shopping, driving, living, but the only person I was aware of was the gorgeous guy staring back at me.

Alexander leaned over and gently kissed me. I was so lost in his kiss, I didn't realize my sleeve was sitting in my dinner.

?Here, let me,? he said, dabbing his napkin in his water gla.s.s and brus.h.i.+ng off the b.u.t.ter stain.

?Can't take me anywhere,? I joked. ?So, when will you be returning to Dullsville?? I hinted. ?Tomorrow? Next week??

?I just have one more thing to take care of. It shouldn't take much longer. I promise.

Believe me, it's lonely not being around the people you care about most.? Alexander gently smiled at me. I felt a twinge of sadness for him. In Romania he had his family. In Dullsville he had me and Jameson. But here in Hipsterville, he and Jameson were all alone. ?How is your family?? he politely asked.

?Billy Boy misses you like crazy. You're like a hero to him.?

?When I return to Dullsville, we'll have to take him to a science fair or a screening of the original Star Wars.?

I laughed. ?See? That is why you're so special. You think about doing what he likes to do rather than doing something I'd like to do-like dragging him to a rave.?

Alexander smiled.

?And Becky?? he continued. ?Is she still dating Matt??

?I think she's picking out her wedding dress as we speak. I'm sure she's counting down the days until graduation so she can elope.?

Alexander laughed. ?And you? Are you anything like Becky?? His gaze was so deliberate, it nearly bore through my soul.

For once I was speechless. I was as much of a giddy and googly-eyed girly girl as Becky ever was. But I couldn't confess that I was weak-kneed in an ?I'd tattoo your name on my heart if only my parents would let me? way. I had to appear at least remotely sophisticated.

Alexander, however, was waiting for my response.

?Did you hear that there are crop circles popping up in town?? I asked.

Alexander put down his fork. ?Where did you learn that??

?It's all over the news. Do you think it's aliens??

He paused. ?I guess it could be...?

?Well, my aunt Libby and I had a major discussion about it. Guess what my theory is.?

?Practical jokers??

?I think it's vampires, signaling the whereabouts of other vampires.?

Alexander's eyes widened and he choked on his water.

?Are you okay??

He nodded his head and covered his mouth with his napkin.

?It makes perfect sense,? I continued. ?Who else is up at night while most mortals sleep?

And who can see the circles better than bats flying over the horizon?? I said.

Alexander gave me a blank look.

But I was undeterred. ?The only thing I haven't figured out is what the crop circles mean.? I leaned into Alexander intently. ?Are they warning other vampires to stay away or inviting them in??