The kind of kiss where I felt as if I�d die if it ever ended. I, Raven Madison, was in terminal bliss. Alexander, my vampire boyfriend, and I were nestled together in the dusty depths of the Mansion�s basement, passionately clinging to each other like a broken spider-web. I�d transformed the wine cellar into a ghastly haunt as a present for him. I wanted him to have an alternative macabre sanctuary when he needed a retreat from painting in his attic room. After Alexander�s parents returned to Romania, I had decided to once again give the Mansion a feminine touch. Upon moving a portrait for storage in the basement, I stumbled across something I�d never seen before. Behind the staircase and toward the north wing of the house I found an arched wooden door secured with a heavy wooden beam. I had no idea what lay on the other side, and since Alexander was upstairs creating a masterpiece, I didn�t want to disturb him. I paced in front of the door, deliberating whether to wait until he was finished.
