Blackbird: Chapter 2 Chapter 2: Raven's Point of View: I was still thinking about Demetri as I walled through the woods. He couldn't be human...right? My skin burned where his lips touched it Usually, men don't have this type of effect on me. I just brush them off, and continue on my way. But Demetri got under my skin. And ignited a fire that coursed through my veins. I shivered, suddenly realizing that walking through the woods, without using the trail, was extremely dangerous, even with my gift. I jogged back to the hotel, and slid through the back door. I kept my head down as I walked past the rooms of the guest, only to be grabbed my the wrist and spun around. A man, long black hair, stared at me with dark eyes. "I don't believe we've been acquainted." He murmured. "My name is Aro." He brought my hand to his lips, kissed it, and smiles down at me. Seriously, what is with these people and kissing and touching? Ever heard of the word space?! "I'm Raven," I replied, struggling to maintain eye contact. With my gift, I knew everything about him and his family already, but I refused to actually listen to what my brain was trying to show me. I wanted to live #life without knowing what would happen for once. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He said. "Now, how far is the next village, my dear?" "My carriage," I whispered. "It's about 2 days. But if you walk it's-" "Splendid!" He chirped. "Tell your father my family and I shall return after we have found what we are looking for." He smiled once more, turned, and swept out of the hotel. His family followed, and only Demetri stopped to stare at me. "Raven," he purred, running a hand along my cheek. I blushed furiously, and weakly pushed him away. "I shall see you soon, blackbird. Very soon." (That Night.....around midnight......) I was sitting in my bedroom, door closed, wearing nothing but a small nightgown that didn't even reach mid thigh, and nothing underneath. I wasn't tired. I was about to get up to go for a walk, but then a dark figure jumped through my window, covering my mouth before I could scream for help. This is what I get for not using my gift... In seconds, I was pinned on the bed. A candle was lit by the person, and I saw his face. Demetri. "Are you crazy?!" I hissed, pushing him off me. "I almost had a stroke! Why are you in my bedroom?" He was silent, not bothering to hide the fact that he was staring at me chest. "Well," he said finally, "I wanted to see if you were still awake." "It's unheard of for a grown man to be in a room with a female unless they are married or if there are others in the room." "I like your nightgown." Nice, how he changed the subject. And even make nice, how he played with the hem, slowly pulling it away from my pale legs. I was frozen in place as he slid the gown up to my waist, and my core was met with the cold air. He smiled innocently. "So beautiful...," he said huskily, nibbling at my earlobe. "May I have you?" I whimpered in response, as his hands touched parts of my body that no one has ever touched before. My gift chose, at that moment, to break through and show me my father coming to check on me. Somehow, Demetri knew too. He kissed me once, on the neck like he always did, and covered me with the blanket. "We will finish this, my little blackbird." Then, he jumped out the window, disappearing in the night.

Blackbird: Chapter 1 Chapter 1: Raven's Point of View: When three strange men, and two small children along with a man who appeared only a bit older than me, appeared on my door step, I was instantly suspicious. They were dressed as royalty, posture perfectly straight and several gold trinkets hung from their pale bodies. "My family and I seek lodgings for a while. Would you be so kind to assist us? I heard you were the best." The man with the long black hair said. I was in the background, standing near my mother, when I caught the eye of one of the royal's family members. He smirked, winked at me, and cocked his head to the side slightly as if he was inspecting me. I blushes a crimson red. "Of course," My father exclaimed, giddy with the chance to house royalty. (We owned a hotel along with our large house.) "Raven, could you be so kind to show them to their rooms while I get their bags?" "Of course, father," I murmured softly, gesturing for the strange people to follow me. I walked swiftly up the stairs, my dark dress sliding with me as I went. I felt eyes on me. "Raven," The man who winked at me purred. "Beautiful name for a beautiful face." "And yet I don't know your name," I replied while giving out three rooms to the three men who seemed to be in charge. "Or the rest of your family's." "My name is Demetri," he said, taking my hand and placing a kiss upon it. "The twins behind us are Jane and Alec. They are children of Caius, the blonde man. Marcus, long dark brown hair, is brothers with Aro. Their wives are out on business..." "Interesting..." I tore my gaze away from him, opening a door to a room. "Jane, would you like your own room? Perhaps I could place Alec in the room across the hall?" "That would be nice," she said in a monotone, although she glared at me hatefully. Well, I didn't know being nice was a crime... I showed Alec to his room, and the Demetri to his. But he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. He was ice cold, his lips resting on my neck. "It was very nice to meet you, Raven. Till we meet again...." "Yes," I whispered as he released me and shut the door tightly. (Next day, a bit before dawn.....) I awoke early, dressed in my hiking clothes- tight black trousers and a white blouse. I shoved on my mother's old knee high boots, and climbed out of my window. I was walking through the woods, expecting someone to come out. Let me tell you something about myself. I have...this gift. The gift of knowledge: I can track someone, read their thoughts, see if their lying, see their future....it's painful, and it's the cause of most of my headaches. But, when you live in the 1500s, you learn not to say anything about your...individuality. Unless you want to be killed for being a "witch." And, with my gift, I could tell that Demetri would jump out of the tree to my right, the oak tree, and grin wickedly at me. And that's exactly what happened. "You don't seemed surprise to see me," he mused, stepping closer to me. "What's a woman doing alone in the woods?" "What are YOU doing in the woods?" He was slightly taken aback, but quickly recovered from my sudden question. "I like climbing trees," he lied, "it's a pass time. Plus, since my family is still...sleeping-" another lie "-I decided to go for a stroll." "You don't look like you slept. You're too perfectly clean to be-" "Being observant might not be such a great trait to have in the future, Miss Raven. I must be going. I shall see you soon, blackbird." The way he said my name, and had given me a nickname, sent chills all down my back. P Demetri grinned, kissing my neck, his ice cold lips lingering for two seconds too long, and then he walked back into the hotel. One thought was running through my mind. He's not human.

Blackbird Preface: When you were born, you didn't give much thought on how you would live, or how you would die. Actually, you didn't think at all; all you knew how to do was eat, sleep, and poop your pants to the point where your parents were considering throwing you out the window and dancing away their worries. But when Raven was born, she already knew how the first few years of her #life would turn out. You see, certain humans, only a select few, posses supernatural gifts. Raven, a baby born with perfectly curly black hair and bright violet eyes that were rimmed with long curly eyelashes, had the gift of knowledge. Her knowledge was incredible, and she used it to her advantage, always coming out on top. Her parents were thrilled, although they didn't know of her second sense. Her parents, Mr. And Mrs. Smith were actually happy because their daughter was far more beautiful than everyone else, and more graceful, and more intelligent.... You get the idea. Raven had grown to be a priceless gem. Her bright purple eyes made her seem more mysterious and alluring. Her eyelashes had gotten longer, and they brushed again her cheek when she looked down. Her curly jet black hair hung in perfect ringlets to her slim waist. What the men of the village noticed, however, was her body. She was built like a god, never needing supports to hold her dress up or needing to lose weight. Was it possible for someone to be born perfect? Raven had a good #life, living in riches and being pretty. But she wasn't a tycoon. She was sweet, caring. In fact, she donated most of her daily earnings, which she got from her father, to charity of the orphans and helping them find good homes. She was beautiful inside and out. It was just another day in London, England, when THEY appeared. No one knew where they came from, what kind of royalty they were, or why their eyes were so dark and dangerous. No one knew why they roamed the streets, as if they were searching. No one but Raven. But she didnt tell the people in her town, for that would endanger their lives. The man, who went by the name of Aro, came to Raven's house one night with two other tall men, who were shadowed by two small children and a young man. They were to be staying in Raven's house for a while, and no one asked questions- when you're royalty, people learned to shut the hell up. Aro, a man who seemed like he was something more than human, had taken a fancy to a certain purple eyed girl. Raven.