"I'd buy it, I'd totally not wear anything in it, but I'd buy it," Becky assured me.
"I'll be the editor, and we could have articles about music and fashion and we'd interviewCriss Angel," I said excitedly. "And in every issue I could be on the cover-like Oprah, but wearing all black."
"And Alexander, too," Becky added. "I bet every girl across the country would buy a copy."
"But he couldn't be on the cover."
"Why?"
"Uh..." I almost blurted out the true reason, but I caught myself."Because it's my magazine. Not his. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter,He'll have to get his own.How aboutGQ.Gothic Quarterly" I said, covering my tracks.
"Awesome! Now that we've decided on your career, we need to pick your outfit."
We matched a few outfits together and voted on them until only one was left.A black mini lace dress, black tights with knee-high boots, and a lace bodice.
"A marriage made in heaven-or in my case, hell."
We both laughed.
"Well, what do you think?" I asked.
"Drop- dead gorgeous!"
The first time I had a dinner date with Alexander I was nervous. Would he like me? Would he ask me out again? Would it end in a passionate kiss?
This dinner would be different. I brushed my hair a thousand times and reapplied my makeup. Was I too pale or not pale enough?
On this date I'd be judged by Alexander's parents. Would theSterlings think I was a good fit for their son? I knew they had approved of Luna-but I wasn't Luna. I didn't come fromRomania or have vampire blood or a vampire family. My whole relationship was riding on this one meal.
I was getting ready when my mom poked her head into my room.
"So, are you excited about your big night?" my mom asked.
I tried to downplay its importance and hide the panic attack I was having. "Sure, it's no big deal."
"Of course it is. You are going to meet your boyfriend's parents!"
"You are supposed to make me feel better-not worse!" I whined.
"That's not what I meant. I meant it is exciting."
I felt tears welling. Any minute my eyeliner was going to bleed down to my shoes.
"No- it's a make-it-or-break-it night. I'm not like them."
"Why do you have to be like them? You are you." My mom smiled.
"TheSterlings have royal blood. Alexander's grandmother was a baroness. I'm sure they've dined with kings, queens, and noblemen. They live in mansions! They are fromRomania . I'm from Dullsville." I plopped down on my bed.
"Just relax."
"How can I relax? You have no idea what it's like."
"You don't think I do?" she asked, sitting down next to me. "Your father and I were both hippies, remember? Our parents were ultraconservative. When I first met Grandma Madison, I was in a tank top and cutoffs. I'm surprised she ever let me in her house again."
"Really?"
"It's normal to be nervous. Think of how Alexander feels. He wants you to like them, too,"
"You think he's anxious, too?"
"Of course he is. He probably thinks his parents will embarrass him, just like you think we will."
I felt relieved knowing that I wasn't carrying the entire burden of our meeting.
"I'm sure as soon as theSterlings meet you," my mom continued, "they'lllove you like I do."
"You have to love me; you're my mother," I rolled my eyes.
"Let's see what you chose to wear."
"Are you kidding? Becky and I already decided on it. I can't go back now."
"I'm sure you chose something appropriate. I'll go downstairs until you're ready,"
I retouched,rebrushed , and fussed until my EdwardScissorhands clock flashed, "You're late!"
I flew down the stairs to find my family hanging out in front of the TV. I modeled my outfit.
"Shouldn't you wear somethingmore.,.conservative ?" my mother asked. "How about a pretty knit sweater?"
I ignored my mother's remarks.
"You look wonderful," my dad said.
"I think she looks awesome," I heard Henry say to Billy Boy.
"I think I'm going to hurl," my brother retorted.
I hugged my parents exceptionally hard. I was going to be dining with adult vampires. Who knows-I might lever come back.
A few minutes later our doorbell rang.
I was too nervous to answer, so Billy Boy opened the door.
"One moment," he said in his politest voice. "Raven- it's for you."
I took a deep breath and started for the door. Jameson stood before me, complete in his butler's uniform and gloves. "Miss Raven, your car awaits you."
My mom winked and my dad gave me a thumbs-up.
As Jameson and I walked down the driveway, I glanced back. Billy Boy and Henry were spying through the front window. Then two more heads popped into view-former hippies Paul and Sarah Madison.
Jameson led me to the parked Mercedes and kindly opened the back door.
My parents were impressed with my chauffeur and gothic limo service, even if the chauffeur was unusually creepy.
Chapter 12 Royal Blood
It seemed as if it took an hour for Jameson to drive me to the Mansion. I was afraid by the time we reached its gates, dinner would be stone cold.
We parked in front of theMansion, It was quite the celestial sight. Candles flickered inside the house like a festive holiday party.
Jameson opened the car door for me.
I reached the top of the crumbling stairs, and, as if on cue, the front door creaked open. On the other side were the first adult vampires I would ever meet. At first I didn't see anyone.Then out stepped Alexander, stunning in an oversized blue silk shirt and black jeans.
"Wow! You are beautiful." He offered his hand to me and kissed me on the cheek.
Somber violin music faintly filled the Mansion.A pewter umbrella stand containing at least half a dozen parasols sat by the front door.
"Miss Raven is here," Jameson called to the second floor, and retreated to the kitchen.
"My mom takes forever."
The Mansion's air was unusually chilly, and I was shivering.
"Are you nervous?"
"Petrified.And cold."
"My mom likes the thermostat set to freezing. I'll fix that."
"That's okay-," I started to say.
But Alexander had already taken off.
A ghoulish and magnetically morbid woman descended the red velvet staircase like an apparition. Her perfectly straight jet black hair, streaked with a vivid violet, cascaded over her bony and beautiful shoulders.
She continued to come down the stairs, with the confidence of Cleopatra but the attire of Elvira. Deep eggplant-hued lipstick and nails were ghastly and gorgeous against her corpse-white skin.