"Alexander, wake up. It's night. The sun has set." I watched as my knight of the night began to stir. "Good evening Raven, did you sleep well." I loved the fact that my vampire boyfriend slept in a coffin, it made me feel wonderfully claustrophobic, but the best part of sleeping in a coffin was the fact that I got to sleep with my true love's arms around me as I slept. "Yes I did, now let's go downstairs and see what Jameson made for dinner. I'm starved." With that said Alexander opened up the lid to his coffin and we made our way downstairs towards the smell of steak, potatoes, and freshly made bread.

At the base of the stairs we were greeted by the kindly, but creepy old man. "Master Alexander, this came in the mail today for you today. It's addressed from your parents." Jameson winked at Alexander and then handed him a thick looking black envelope. It had the neat silver calligraphy that read Alexander's name.

My thoughts returned to a time when we received a letter from his parents. Stating that they would be joining him in Dullsville. And although I came to admire the gothic couple, thinking of them of an older version of Alexander and me. It was one of the worst times of my life. They had come to Dullsville simply to take my one true love back to Romania with them. It took us selling every last one of Alexander's paintings to get his parents convinced enough to let him stay.

Well that was month's ago, and I'm beginning to worry if that envelope has Alexander's parent's saying that they have changed their minds and want Alexander to come home.