6 Royal Blood by Ellen Schreiber Read Free Book Online Page A

"It is lovely to meet you, Raven." His voice was deep, causing shivers to flow through my body. His dark eyes were intense and hypnotic. "You are just as beautiful as Alexander described," the dashing senior Sterling complimented. "And he has exquisite taste." He grinned, and the candlelight caught the edge of his icicle-sharp fangs. I wasn't sure if he meant "taste" literally. I was, after all, being greeted by a vampire. "Alexander has told us so much about you," Mrs. Sterling said. "He has?" "Come, we'll be dining outside tonight. I'm bloodthirsty and starved to the bone." We walked to a side door, where an umbrella was leaning against the wall. "The moonlight can be so strong." Mrs. Sterling opened her umbrella and went down the back stairs. The violin music grew louder. The backyard was grimly festive. Awaiting us was a grand gothic affair. A long black runner ran along the grass from the bottom of the steps to a morbid dinner party under the stars. Four torches burned, presumably to repel insects (but in this case, more likely, to attract them) several yards away from a long, dark wooden table. On closer inspection, I could see that a coffin lid had been transformed into a dining-room table. Several floor-length candelabras surrounded the table, wax dripping like trickling blood. Alexander offered me a chair and gently pushed it in for me as Mr. Sterling did the same for his wife. Mrs. Sterling sat at the head of the casket and Alexander's father at the end, while Alexander and I sat at the other sides. I was surprised to see a string trio in the gazebo-two men dressed in tuxedos and a woman in an evening dress- playing in a minor key unmelodious funeral-type music. I didn't recognize the musicians as being from Dullsville. I had assumed the music was coming from an entertainment center, I had no idea it was being played live. Or rather� undead. This was unbelievable. It was as if they had transformed the backyard into a cryptic dining hall- All that was missing was a china cabinet. If Becky and my parents could see me now, they'd never believe I was at the center of this macabre dinner celebration. If only I could immortalize it with a photograph-but then again, most of the diners wouldn't come out, Jameson quickly tended to Mrs. Sterling. He poured her a glass that appeared to be champagne mixed with blood. "I like mine bubbly," she said with a laugh. Jameson approached me with his Underworldly concoction. "I'll have a Coke," I said. "Of course, Miss Raven." Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) Then Jameson attempted to serve Alexander, but my boyfriend covered his glass with his hand. "I'll have what Raven is having." He finished by pouring Mr. Sterling a tall glass and, from a neighboring chest, retrieved two sodas. "Let's toast," Mrs. Sterling said, raising her drink. "To Raven and Alexander-may your friendship last an eternity." Friendship? I wondered. Hadn't Alexander told them we were dating? Or was she just being polite? I gazed at my boyfriend, who seemed distracted. Our glasses clinked underneath the twinkling stars. "So how did you and Alexander meet exactly? You know men can be so vague when it conies to details." I snuck into your house and found him standing behind me , I wanted to say, Or do I count Becky almost running your son over in the road outside the Mansion ? "Uh...I..." "I saw Raven several times before I had the courage to invite her here for dinner," Alexander answered for me. "How romantic," Mrs, Sterling remarked, "A private dinner date. Mr. Sterling and I met at the cemetery." "Wow- that's romantic, too," I said truthfully. "We are so happy Alexander has found someone to keep company with," she said fondly. "Mrs. Sterling and I understand that Alexander has told you about our family," Mr. Sterling said. "We'd expect a far different reaction from a girl in your situation and find not only your tolerance but your enthusiasm refreshing."