Mystical Vampires

Chapter 3: Dinner with the Devil

"That's wonderful, Mary you go upstairs and wait for me to find you some nice clothes. Raven you come with me so we can do something about your injuries," my mom saids.

"Might I suggest this," tall creepy man saids holding out a tiny jar.

"Is that!!" my mom gasps.

"That it is. I brought it along incase something happened. I'm glad it's of use," he hands her the jar and my mother hugs him again.

"Thank you Alex. Come on Raven so we can get you and your sister ready." I'm practically dragged up stairs by my rushed mother.

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"So how did you meet Mr. Creepy in the first place," I ask my mom as she puts mystery stuff from creepy man on my face. After much arguing and struggle from me to keep it off. I was perfectly fine sporting my battle scars.

"Stop calling Alexander creepy that's not very nice Raven." She saids lathering my face in the clear jell from the jar. It smells nostalgic like someplace nice and homey.

"Well tell him to stop acting creepy. What kinda person barges into someone's house unannounced and takes their possessions?" I ask.

"That would be a burglar baby, and we told you he was coming over," she saids checking my face.

"Really when."

"At breakfast this morning."

"Like I was paying attention I was to busy focusing on stuffing my face with food."

"Maybe you should pay more attention to people when they talk."

"Nah, I think food is way more important." She chuckles at me and turns me around so I can see myself in the bathroom mirror.

I don't believe my eyes. If I hadn't seen it before I'd have never thought that I had gotten beaten up. My face look completely normal, and it felt super smooth. I was still admiring it when my mom finally spoke to me.

"I hope your able to put on some decent clothes while I dress you sister. Or are you not done admiring yourself," she saids.

"Nope not quite I say sarcastically." I smile at her as she shakes her head and walked out the room.

I'm surprised she can stay so calm after I told her about me being bullied. But I'm sure she can't do anything about it, even if she wanted to. Since it's the end of the year and the guilty party is going to a different school from me. I'm just glad she didn't take drastic measures and when to the school.

I put on a black dress that short in the front and long in the back, and pair it with some stockings with a garter-belt design on it. I wear a decent pair of heels and some gold jewelry. I decided to skip the heels when I took two steps and nearly broke my neck. I substitute the heels for a nice pair of black boots. I brush my hair and curl it in tight curls. I grab a jacket so I won't be cold while eating and walk down stairs.

My mom almost blinds me with the picture she takes as I walk down stairs.

My sister is wearing a dress like mine, except the top of hers was brown and the bottom had a flower pattern. She had on brown tall sandals, and her hair was in a bun with a bow at the side. She looked like a little angel all she needed was the wings and a halo.