Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE KISSES!

I paced the length of my bathroom impatiently. Walk five steps, turn, walk five steps, turn. Why is this taking so long? Finally the timer went off and I slowly walked over to the sink where the answer to my future lay. Carefully I picked up the ugly white stick and looked down at it. There was a little pink plus sign on the screen. Positive.

I sank down onto the white tiles of my bathroom floor. Positive. They make it sound like a good thing. It's not a good thing. That's why it should be negative. As in this-is-life-changing-in-a-bad-way negative. Not positive as in Oh-Congratulations-you're-pregnant positive. What am I going to do? I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked exactly the same as always. A pale white girl with raven black hair, brown eyes, black nail polish, black lipstick, smoky black eye shadow, and a black-on-black outfit. I lifted my tight black shirt over my stomach and put my hand over it. Yup, still flat as ever. But not for long. Over the next nine months I'm going to grow rounder with Alexander's baby.

Oh god, Alexander. What am I supposed to say to him? How do I tell him that I'm having his baby? And I can't avoid this, and just decide to tell him in the delivery room. I'm meeting Alexander on Tuesday night, and today is Saturday. That gives me two days to forget this completely, and one to figure out what to say. I can do this.

***Tuesday***

I woke up feeling nauseous. I sprinted to the bathroom and puked in the toilet for what felt like forever. Standing up, I wiped my mouth with a towel and looked myself in the mirror. I looked like crap with bags under my eyes, green tinted skin and just a miserable expression on my face. I lifted my Hello Batty pajama shirt and looked down at my stomach as I had everyday since I found out.

I gasped and put my hand over it. There was a small but defined bump on my lower abdomen. That wasn't there yesterday…. Then I realized something. Alexander is a vampire. Which means that this baby is going to be half vampire. How is that going to affect my pregnancy? Something to ask Alexander.

***Afternoon***

I ran down the sidewalk as fast as I could. I stayed home from school today and I can't take it any longer. It was only four o'clock but I couldn't stay in the house thinking about it all day. I at least needed to be here at the mansion. I needed to be home.

I climbed over the gate and jogged up to the mansion's doors, trying to catch my breath. The door creaked open and the butler, James appeared before me.

"Miss Raven! What a pleasant surprise! I'm sorry but Alexander isn't quite, err," he looked up at the sun behind me. "Awake yet."

"I know but can I please stay here until he does? I have nowhere to go," I begged the creepy old man as tears started to well up in my eyes. Damn hormones.

The expression on his face was shocked and a little nervous as he saw the water droplets fill my eyes. "Uh, yes Miss Raven, come in. Can I get you anything?"

I shook my head and just walked up the dusty staircase. I crossed down the hallway and then to the creaky wooden stairwell leading to Alexander's attic room.

The door squeaked as I pushed it open and stepped in. He still had the mattress with the maroon sheets and the comfy chair. I sat in the chair and pulled my knees to my chest.

What is Alexander going to say? Will he want the baby? He could say he didn't want it and offer to pay for abortion! Or he could say he didn't want either of us! Oh god I don't know what I would do if he did that. Would he really do something like that though? He's so sweet and loving. I think he would make a great father, but what if he's not ready for the responsibility?

"Raven?" I looked up to see my vampire boyfriend standing in the doorway of his secret coffin room. He was only wearing a pair of black boxers and a black shirt. His midnight colored hair was a mess, but he still looked sexy. My breath caught in my throat. I don't think I'm ready for this.

"Raven what are you doing here so early? Is everything alright?" he questioned as he stepped towards me, deep concern written all over his face. That's when I broke down. I couldn't take it anymore. What am I doing here, thinking he'll be happy about all of this and everything will be fine? Nothing is going to be okay. I pulled my knees tighter to my chest and hid my face in them, sobbing.

"Raven! Tell me what's wrong! Did anyone hurt you?" His bare feet padded across the floor as he quickly came towards me and knelt I front of the beat up chair I was sitting in.

I had to think about that one. Had anyone hurt me? Did Alexander hurt me? Did the baby hurt me? No Alexander didn't hurt me. He's the sweetest, most kindest, gentlest man I have ever met. Not once has he ever hurt me… yet.

I shook my head in response, tears still streaking down my face. What would I do without waterproof mascara? My knight of the night took m hand and squeezed it in his long, snow white fingers. "Tell me why are you crying? I'm right here, you can tell me anything."

I lifted my head to look at those deep, dark, soulful chocolate eyes. They held so much love and concern. Love and concern for me.

"I'm pregnant," I mumbled, but it came out sounding like "mm prgunt." He leaned in closer to hear me.

"What?"

I took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

His eyes grew even bigger in shock. Obviously he wasn't expecting me to say that. And why would he?

I watched as a million different emotions played across his face. Confusion, worry, fear, happiness, excitement, and even some dread.

"You're pregnant?" he stammered as if I hadn't just said that. I nodded solemnly.

His eyes traveled down to where my stomach was behind my knees. Carefully he pulled my legs down so they were no longer blocking his view of my torso. Slowly, his hand lifted up my Korn t-shirt just enough so he could see the tiny bump. He gasped once he'd seen it.

Then he did something unexpected. He smiled a little and rubbed his thumb across it.

"A-A-Alexander?"

Alexander laid his hand flat on my stomach for a second and then pulled his hand away, letting my shirt fall black into place.

"Are you mad at me?"

He looked up in shock. "Mad at you? Why in the world would I be mad at you?"

I placed my hand over my stomach. "Because I'm pregnant…."

He sighed, got up, and started pacing the length of his attic room. Whatever emotion he held before was replaced by deep thought. I hated when he was like this. He didn this whenever he was extremely worried or frustrated.

"No, I'm not mad at you. I'm more mad at myself for doing this to you."

What? For doing this to me? He's acting as if he'd cut off one of my limbs or something stupid like that. We're having a baby and he's mad at what he did to me?

Once again tears started welling up in my eyes. "What you did to me? D-does that mean you don't want it?" I stammered. He doesn't want his own baby? Something we both made out of love?

I placed my hand protectively over where our child lay, ad if shielding it from the terrors of life. Alexander whipped his head around to look at me and ran back to kneel in front of me again.

"No, no of course I want it. It's just, well, do you?"

I nodded and he let out a large sigh. Alright now I'm confused, why is he sighing? "What?"

"I don't know if I'm ready for something like this."

I gasped. He's not ready for it. "Well I'm sorry you feel that way, but there nothing I can do about that. I'm keeping this baby and if you don't want to be in its life that that's your choice." With that I got up and walked out of the room and down the creaky steps. I passed James relighting some candelabras in the parlor and let myself out through the massive wooden front door. I almost expected Alexander to follow me, but he didn't. Looks like I'm on my own now.

A/N: So how did you guys like it? Should I continue it? Please review!