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The Ravenwood Legacy - Chapter Three

I'm on a roll guys! ;) Welcome back to another Ravenwood chapter! This is a long one, so get comfy and settle in. I hope you guys all enjoy it! I'm just going to jump right in...

Please be aware of mature language and themes ahead. Do not continue if you're sensitive to sexual references and swearing.
Gets kind of steamy guys... sorry.

    As the days went by, Kennedie couldn’t get her mind off the handsome man she met at the bar. Pip called her daily reminded her of what he thought of Malcolm. She knew that he was her only friend, and that trusting Pip was the key to survival in this town; as well as making headway on her task. However, there was something enthralling about Malcolm and the way he made her feel. She hadn’t felt much of anything besides sorrow since Jake, which only made this more exciting and addicting. The only problem was she hadn’t heard much of him since that night. She got the odd text message asking how she was doing, and the pointless conversations went from there, “Hey, how are you?” “Good and you?” “Alright”, and then it stopped there. She had been toying with the idea of asking him out again herself, but Kennedie wasn’t sure that she was ready to make that leap. So, the pointless text messages continued for about a week.

            Kennedie had had a wonderful day at work, and decided that it was time to celebrate. What better way to do that than by asking Malcolm to the bar again for a few drinks? She did have the next few days off…

         She pulled her phone from her back pocket and unlocked the screen. Her hands shook as she scrolled through her  very few contacts and found his name, for a few minutes she stared at his contact information and reminded herself that part of her task was to carry on her legacy. She had to make some progress one way or another, and Malcolm was as good as any other guy on the street.

Just as she was about to hit call her phone rang.

“Probably Pip again, offering another friendly warning… Hello?”

“Hey, Kennedie! It’s Malcolm. How have you been?”

Kennedie sighed, she wondered if this would be like her text messages. She shook her head, she wasn’t going to let it. “Good, thank you. I was actually just going to call you.”

“Oh really? I hope it wasn’t to tell me to stop with the pointless text messaging and man up! Because, I’ve already decided to do that. How would a night at the Red Velvet sound? Meet me there in, oh I don’t know, now?”

“Real smooth talker, aren’t you?” Kennedie laughed.

“That depends, did it work?”

Kennedie pretended to be thinking then with a smile she said, “I’ll see you soon,” and hung up before he could change his mind or say another word.

        The Red Velvet was something of a classy bar, so before Kennedie made her way there, she went home to change. It must have taken longer than she thought; because when she arrived Malcolm was waiting out front, tapping his foot impatiently with a smile on his face.

“I’m sorry I took so long.”

“I’m just glad you came. You look fantastic by the way.”

Kennedie smiled, seeing him standing there waiting for her in that suit was enough for her breath to catch and her heart to race. He really did clean up well, and whatever it was she was feeling for him became that much stronger when she saw him, “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Harris.”

“Please, call me Smooth Talker.” He winked, and offered her his arm like a real gentleman. Kennedie gladly took it and they made their way into the bar.

      The two ordered drinks and chatted away about absolutely nothing and everything all at once. Kennedie told him that she moved to Moonlight Falls to start fresh and leave everything else behind; he told her that he had done the same when he was only 16. He asked her questions about where she came from, and things of her past and Kennedie struggled with changing the subject. She liked him, but she wasn’t completely sure that she could trust him just yet. Malcolm got the hint and didn’t seem the least bit offended. She supposed he just assumed that she, like many others, had a past she was unwilling to discuss at the moment. As they drank, and the night grew darker, Malcolm, however, became more willing to discuss whatever she brought up.

“So, what’s it like here, really? What’s Moonlight Falls all about?”

Malcolm raised his shoulders, “To be honest, I haven’t quite figured that out yet.”

“You’ve been here for years already, you really don’t know?

He took a drink, “I guess it’s no different than any other town, if you don’t take in account the many Supernatural people wandering the streets.”

“And if you do?”

“Then it’s fucked.” He spat bluntly.

“How so?”

“When I came here, I had desperately wanted to meet these alleged people. Vampires, Werewolves, fairies – they were things of stories and they fascinated me. I chose this town because for the majority of my childhood I had been obsessed with the idea that they existed. So many other towns tried to hide the truth, shelter their young from the reality that was just on the other side of the mountains – so to speak. But, I did my research, and when I did I discovered the truth. I came here hoping to join them, become one of them. I didn’t care what, I just wanted to be … special I guess.”

“What happened?”

Malcolm swirled his glass and watched the last sip splash the edges of his glass.

“Come,” he said as he got up and walked towards the bar. Kennedie followed in anticipation. She watched as he blended more drinks, slid over a tray, and continued to make another.

“If we’re going to talk about this, we are going to need a lot more booze.”

Kennedie laughed, but was nervous. Something told her this was going to blow up the last little amount of hope she had to succeed with this task of hers. She reached under the bar and grabbed some lime, chugged a drink, and bit into the lime. “I’m ready.”
Malcolm smiled, and then continued his story.

“When I first got here, I was completely amazed with the people here. Everyone was so different, so special, exactly the way I had imagined it. I’ll never forget the first time I saw a Vampire. I was terrified, but at the same time my body was shaking with excitement. I was 16, and gutless. I marched right over to this so-called predator and offered him my hand, introducing myself to him. The Vamp looked at me like I was crazy, and I was. He ended up taking my hand, purely out of curiosity. After weeks, I learned that his name was Dayvid Musgrave and that he wasn’t an ordinary vampire; he didn’t feed on humans as many don’t, but he wouldn’t drink plasma either – that was the abnormal part. Dayvid became my mentor in ways, he told me about the town, how it was established, why it was established, and all about the people who lived here. My goal was, and always had been to become a Supernatural, and since it just so happened that I made nice with a Vamp first, I decided that that was who I would be too. Years passed, and no matter how many times I asked for him to turn me, Dayvid refused. At first his excuse was that I was too young, and I didn’t know what I was asking. But, when I was 18 and finally considered an adult, I asked again. This time his answer was that he refused to turn anyone because turning someone required being bitten. I was furious! I had wasted so long trying to get closer to him, hoping that he would help me. Instead, he led me to believe that there was a chance when I got older only to later tell me he wouldn’t. From there, I ended up making friends with the wrong crowd. Turns out, the Supernatural here are nothing short of traditional; they didn't accept outsiders willingly, and despite me having been there for two years already I was still an outsider. Dayvid begged me to reconsider what I was doing, but I had only one goal in mind. I befriended criminals, the ruthless, Vamps and Wolves who wouldn’t think twice about biting into my neck, and left Dayvid behind. The dragged me through hell, tests to prove that I was worthy of their life. I did everything I could, without question. By that point I had been obsessed with the idea of becoming an immortal being, I didn't care what it cost me. Unfortunately, all that got me was a bad reputation, and nothing to show for it. Eventually, I stopped trying. I got out of the crowd, saw things I didn’t like, and turned to my other passion: music.”

         Malcolm took another drink and then slammed the drink on the bar. Kennedie was in shock. It wasn’t what she was expecting to hear, but she knew that he was leaving out the more gruesome details. She wanted to know what happened with those other Supernaturals, but knew that now wasn’t the time to ask. Instead, she emptied her own glass, and then looked back at Malcolm.
He stared into her eyes for a while, and then stood up, “I think it’s time to go.” Kennedie could tell he was deep in thought, and clearly agitated by the story he told. She knew now more than before that there was more to this story. But, the look on his face, the pure concentration, the way his forehead crinkled as he looked at her now, she didn’t care about the story and all she could think about was how much she wanted to kiss him.

            She couldn’t help herself, she stood up with him, grabbed his arm as he turned and kissed him. Harder, and deeper than even she anticipated. As she kissed him, she felt his body tense and she could tell by the way he was standing that he had definitely not expected this, and who would after a story like the one he told? Still, she kissed him, hoping that he liked it as much as she was.

          Just when she was about to give up and pull away, she felt his body relax and his hands entwined with her hair. He pulled her closer and kissed her back. The kiss was less greedy and aggressive, but the passion and lust intensified. She could hear his breathing matching hers; it was short and cut off with every turn of his head. His hands slid from her hair to the small of her back and Kennedie’s body lit up with anticipation. This man had her reeling, and that scared the shit out of her.

          Just as suddenly as she had kissed him, she pulled away. Afraid of taking things too far before she even understood how she felt. She bit down on her lip and tried to catch her breath. Malcolm just stood there with a sly grin on his face.

“Well now, I guess I really am Smooth Talker tonight then, huh?”

Kennedie smiled despite herself. She looked up at him and then said, “I’ll see you again soon?” He just nodded and led her out the door with that cheeky grin.


"This is ridiculous!" Malcolm laughed.

"Just kiss me and shut up!"

         Kennedie and Malcolm had been dating for a couple months. The long, hot summer days had turned into shorter, cooler ones. Malcolm had joined her to work at the theatre so they saw each other every day between work and dates. Surprisingly, the conversation had never returned to those days when Malcolm was obsessed with the Supernatural, and to be fank, Kennedie didn't care. She felt like she was living a dream. When she had arrived at Moonlight Falls, she refused to even entertain the idea of falling in love again, but the more time she spent with Malcolm, she let her heart be clouded with this new passion. She still thought of Jake, and their daughter, but it was less frequent with each passing day. Even if she didn't make any gain on the Supernatural front, at least she was making her way to her own legacy, and that was enough for her right now.

Pip wasn't too pleased with her for ignoring his warnings. Even though she tried to plead with him and defend Malcolm, Pip refused to hear it. The two stopped talking, and if they saw each other in town, he nodded and kept walking as though she was a stranger. It hurt her, but she was happy with Malcolm, and she wasn't going to let anything stand between them, not again.

"Is it that bad?"

Kennedie looked down at the picture of the two of them. A frost covered the ground, and her breath was showing in the air. "It's perfect."

Malcolm chuckled, "Alright Crazy. It's freezing out here, get your ass inside. I'll see you tomorrow?"

Kennedie kept looking at the picture, how good they looked together actually kind of surprised her. He was so good to her, he took her out on real dates, he made her laugh, he called her beautiful. Even though they had been together for a few months, Malcolm hadn't even asked to come into her house once, and they hadn't gone further than a couple heated kissing sessions. He hadn't even tried for second base, he was a true gentleman. But, tonight that was going to be challenged.

"Actually, I was hoping you would come in."

"R-really? Are you sure? I mean, I'm fine with waiting. I know you said you had a rough break up, you didn't say much more than that, but I respect it. I don't want to rush you into - " Kennedie put her finger to his lips.

"I'm sure," she said and lead him into the house.

          After a pretty heated makeout session, things finally got to the point where it was now, or never. Malcolm pulled away and looked at the beautiful girl beside him. She had changed into her slip and she had stripped him down to his boxers. There was nothing he wanted more than this, but he had to be sure that this is what she wanted so before things got too heated too quickly, he stopped her.

"It's not too late to stop, you know?"

Kennedie looked down at his boxers and saw the bludge that had grown throughout their kissing and shy touches. "I think he would have to disagree with you on that one." She laughed.

Malcolm blushed a little, "I'm serious Ken, we don't have to do this if you don't want to. I just want to make sure this is what you want."

"I'm beginning to think that it isn't what you want."

"Trust me, it is."

"Well then, take a page from your own book and trust me too. I've wanted this for a long time, it just wasn't right until now."

Malcolm couldn't hide the grin on his face and he couldn't fight it any longer. He pulled her close to him and started kissing her again. Tonight, she was truely his.

"Good morning, beautiful."

"You are so cheezy." Kennedie smiled.

"That's not what you said last night!"

"Yeah, yeah. Do you want some coffee?"

"I have a better idea."

"Oh, really?"

"Come back to bed."

"Mmm... that does sound better than coffee."


          A few more weeks passed, and the two continued to date. The weather was sporadic to say the least; the days were usually warm but the nights froze over quickly. On one particular warm day, Malcolm and Kennedie were celebrating his recent promotion with a dinner at the local diner. Things were great between them; Kennedie was legitimately happy, and Malcolm seemed to be as well. The past never came up in their discussions anymore, but their future came up more and more frequently. So much so that Kennedie had decided that today was the day she would tell Malcolm a little more about herself. She was nervous, but she forced herself to act as though nothing was wrong, the last thing she wanted was to ruin his excitement or lead on that she wanted to say something before the time was right.

       After dinner, Malcolm drove her to her house. Even though he was invited in more often than not, he never assumed that she was going to ask and always stopped at the door and waited to take her lead. Kennedie loved this about him, he never pushed her into anything. He was always patient, and lt her make the decisions. He didn't know much about her past at this point, but it was as though he understood that this was something she hadn't expected and he knew to let her be the one to make any steps in the relationship.

The truth was, she was in love with him. The very idea of this scared her more than anything else in the world, but it was also more exciting than she had ever anticipated. She still loved Jake, and knew she always would, but her love for Malcolm was fiery and intense. She couldn't keep her hands off him, and wanted him all the time. Where she found comfort and softness in Jake, Malcolm ignited her. The thought of his hands on her made her body quiver and she immediately pulled him into a kiss before he knew what was happening. This was something he was very familiar with by now, and it took no time at all for him to be as caught up in the moment as she was.

As they kissed, Malcolm pulled away slightly and whispered, "I love you Ken, I need you to know that, always.

        Kennedie was speechless, she had been thinking the same thing, of course, but she wasn't sure that he felt the same way. She thought he did, but it wasn't certain and for that reason she hadn't made that step yet. This was the first time he had made the first move with anything, and he looked at her with concern. She could tell he was nervous, worried that she would push him away or tell him it was too much. Instead, she flung herself into his arms and gripped him as tightly as she could.

"I'm hoping this means you love me too?" He grunted.

"Yes, Malcolm. I love you too."

Malcolm let her down gently but kept her hand in his. He smiled and pushed the hair back behind her ear, "You have no idea how happy that makes me."

"Of course I do, it makes me just as happy." She gripped his hand a little tighter and pulled him in for one of the softest, purest kisses they ever shared. Where passion and lust filled their kisses usually, this one was filled with love and tenderness. Even though they had been seeing each other for a while now, this was the first time she felt like they were a true couple.

And for the first time since they met, they made love that night. It was slow, and tender just like their kiss, and both Kennedie and Malcolm fell asleep utterly content that night.


         Kennedie woke up that morning like she had been the last few weeks. A sudden rush of nausea caused her to sit up abruptly and bolt to the bathroom. At first, she thought it was just a stomach bug, but as it continued she knew it couldn't be just that. She bought a pregnancy test earlier that week and planned to take it that morning. She watched the colour flood into the tiny screen with fear and excitement and when it filled, she was not surprised to see a plus sign. She was pregnant.

         Malcolm had been staying over more often than not since that night, so he was in the kitchen greeting her with a warm smile like every other day. A plate of salad was set on the table for her and she joined him in silence. With their work schedules, they were up late, and slept until the afternoon, so eating lunch when they woke up was normal for them. Usually, the two of them had loads of things to talk about, and the conversation never stopped between them. This morning though, Kennedie's mind was racing, and they sat and ate in silence. She could see him shifting uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding eye contact with her. She knew that he was feeling as though he had done something wrong, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything just yet, so they kept eating.

He couldn't take it any longer, and finally broke the silence, "It's our day off today, did you want to go into town?" He smiled, and his blue eyes shined.

"Sure." She replied, stuffing more salad into her mouth.

"Anything specific you want to do?"

"Not really."

Malcolm shifted in his seat again, she knew she was hurting him. Making him feel like she was mad, but again, she couldn't bring herself to tell him yet. So, he just nodded, stood and took his plate to the sink. Then, he went into the bedroom to play with his guitar and left her to her own devices.

          Kennedie felt awful. Truthfully, she was horrified that she was pregnant. Yes, she was excited to have a baby and know that no matter what happened she would be able to see this one grow and live their lives, but she was terrified he would be angry and leave her. In reality, she knew nothing about Malcolm besides the bits and pieces he offered her and the same went for him knowing her. She never did get around to telling him about her past even though she inteded to, and now the pregnancy was more important than her past. With the little she knew about him though, she had no clue how he would react, and it made it that much harder for her to tell him. As she shoveled the last few bites into her mouth, forcing it down with water, she resigned to finding him and telling him right now, no matter the cost.

"Malcolm, can you come out here?" She heard the guitar being put down and footsteps coming towards her. He was still in his boxers, and to be honest it was distracting. He had a gorgeous body, and the way his chest was lightly covered by hair and those boxers fit she had a hard time reminding herself what she had to say.

"What's up babe? Is everything okay? You were kind of funny at breakfast."

"Well, uh, that's the thing actually. I don't know if I'm okay. I mean ... I'm healthy, It's just ...."

Malcolm tilted his head and smiled at her weakly, "You're not breaking up with me, are you? Did I do something wrong?"

"NO!" She spat, "No. It's just. Well ... Fuck. This is way harder than I thought it would be."

"You're starting to scare me Ken. Just say it, please."

"Okay. Well, you're ... We're ... Christ. I-I'm pregnant!"

Malcolm stared at her and his jaw dropped, it was impossible to mistake his reaction for anything other than complete shock. This was it, moment of truth. Was he the kind of guy to walk, or step up?

Malcolm smiled, and pulled her in by her waist. He couldn't shake the smile as he kissed her and brught his hands to her face. He was going to be a Dad, and she was carrying his child. How could he not be happy?

"So... you're happy then?"

"More than happy, Ken. I'm ecstatic! This is amazing! We're having a baby!" He laughed and then kissed her again. Kennedie's stomach flipped and she couldn't tell if it was was because of her own excitement, or the baby's. They kissed for a long while before Malcolm mumbled into her mouth.

"Marry me, Ken."


The two of them brok apart, and Malcolm pulled her hands into his. "I'm serious Kennedie, marry me. Right now. Forget everything else, we are having a baby, we're going to be a family. Let's make this real. Marry me, right now, right here."

Kennedie couldn't say anything. She was excited and nervous. She hadn't imagined this would be the way she became someone's wife, but she couldn't think of a better man to be married to. Except maybe ... no. This was real, this was right now. She looked into his eyes, and said, "I do."

He laughed, went into the bedroom, and came back with a ring which he slid onto her finger. "I do too."

He pulled her into a kiss, and whispered, "I now pronounce you man and wife." And with that, they were married. It was informal, to say the least, and they agreed to get the papers signed, along with his ring that afternoon. Being as impatient as they were, the were dressed and out the door before either of them had a second thought. When they got home later that day, Malcolm had taken her last name with a simple explanation of wanting to leave his past behind him, and the two of them became Mr. and Mrs. Ravenwood.

"Did we rush things Malcolm?"

Malcom pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead, he put his finger under her chin kissed the tip of her nose.

"You're my family now, Kennedie. You and the baby. I love you."

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"Jake, I'm afraid."
"Of what?"
"Of - of loosing you."
He chuckles, "Look at me, Kennedie. I'm not going anywhere. You're my family now, you and the baby."

          No later than the words had left his lips, Kennedie pushed away and ran into the spare room. The nursery. Tears poored down her cheeks as she remembered the day outside her place with Jake. Malcolm had said the exact words Jake had used that day and it knocked the wind out of her. She ran into the room and locked the door behind her. She looked around, and then slumped into the corner. She lost control and loud sobs escaped her body. She choked on each one and her chest hurt more than it ever had. Malcolm was pounding on the door, begging her to let him in. He was frantic, and asking her what he had said, what did he do wrong? She couldn't answer him, couldn't bring herself to move, so she didn't. Eventually, Malcolm gave up. She heard the front door slam and knew he was gone. In that moment, she didn't care. All at once she felt guilty for being as happy as she was, she had almost forgotten about him, about their baby and now she was married to a man she hardly knew and pregnant with his child. Her dream was shattered.

"What did I do?" She sobbed.


And I'm officially caught up to where I am in game! What do you guys think? I know it was lengthy and very wordy, but I hope it wasn't too much too soon. The legacy aspect of this is finally starting, and with a bang! I am excited to hear what you guys have to say, so please leave your comments. Also, I hope the time skips weren't too confusing, please let know what you guys think about that and the length! Thank you all again for reading! It really means a lot to me! See you all in the comments!

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Another wonderful chapter! Poor Kennedie is going through so much, at least she has Malcolm by her side to help her out.

Thank you!!
Yes she certainly is, but she's a tough girl, as you are soon to see even more.
Malcolm is doing what he can.
Thank you for reading and commenting!

This is an emotional roller coaster I s2g. I was so happy for Ken and now with all the crying and remembering Jake - I hope Malcolm learns about her past a bit more and understands whats going on and why it's difficult for her!
So sorry for the late comment, been super busy!!

Yes, it really is. For Ken too. She isn't exactly sure how to feel. When she's happy, she's happy, but then when she realizes it she immediately feels guilty. Unfortunately, this just just the beginning of her struggles...

Malcolm really does try to be the best he can be for her. It's really a matter of whether it is enough for Kennedie.

No worries!! Such is life! Thank you for reading and commenting.

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