I felt awful. My impatience had gotten the best of me once again. I'm not sure how I'd feel if Alexander was sneaking around my house, trying to ogle my parents as if they were subjects in a Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter,sideshow. I was no better than the local gossipmongers.
I waited what seemed like an eternity for Alexander's response. I was so ashamed of myself I barely made eye contact.
My boyfriend took my wrist and gently drew me to him.
"I think I might have to place you under arrest for trespassing. But I always go easy on pretty girls who confess," he said ominously.
"You knew, didn't you? I'm that predictable?"
"It was just a matter of time before I spotted you hiding in our bushes."
"So you're not mad?"
"I'm not through with you yet. Are you prepared to accept your punishment?"
I nodded reluctantly. I wasn't sure what a vampire's punishment might be. But I was ready to find out.
"I sentence you to a thousand kisses," he said.
"Can I begin now?"
He finally smiled. I pressed my lips to his and snuggled against him.
When we broke away, I apologized again.
"It's okay. It's time that you meet them. But for tonight, you'll have to settle for me." Alexander winked.
And for the next hour I continued to fulfill my sentence.
***
Another letter arrived mysteriously-only this time it was at my house.
"You have mail," my mom said when I got home the following day. "It's on the kitchen table."
I wasn't used to receiving cards when it wasn't my birthday or a holiday. Even if it was a college brochure, I was excited something was addressed to me.
A deep purple envelope lay next to our pastel blue salt and pepper shakers.
In beautiful black calligraphy it read:Miss Raven Madison. Like Alexander's mail it was devoid of postmarks or stamps. On the back it had a candle-waxed pressed seal of an S.
I almost tore into it when I remembered how Alexander opened his mail.
"Mom," I called. "Do we have a letter opener?"
"I think there's one in your dad's desk."
I opened the French doors to my dad's office. He had a dark oak desk topped with family pictures. I scanned the desk for any sharp objects but didn't find anything other than a few pens and a golf tee. I was growing antsy and rifled through his desk drawer.
Finally, underneath a file folder, I found a gold letter opener, the end in the shape of a tennis racket. I carefully slit open the envelope.
I pulled out the note card and read:
Mr. and Mrs. Constantine Sterling
request the pleasure of jour company
for dinner this Friday at sunset