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"It's after midnight," my dad warned as I tiptoed past him watching ESPN in the family room.
"Dad, I'm sixteen. It's a weekend."
"But this is--" he began in a stern voice.
"I know, your house. And I'm your daughter, and until I'm on my own I'll live by your rules."
"Well, at least you were paying attention."
"You've been saying it to me since I was two."
"You've been sneaking out since you could walk."
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again," I said.
I handed him his soda that was sitting on the coffee table and gave him a good-night hug.
"I'm glad you had a good time at Aunt Libby's," he said. "But I'm also glad you're back home."
"Me, too, Dad. Me, too."
Exhausted, I crawled into bed without even removing my rain- dampened clothes. I switched off the Edward Scissorhands light on my nightstand and licked my lips. Alexander's kisses still lingered on my mouth. I curled up with my Mickey Malice plush, wishing I were holding Alexander instead. As I lay in bed, I tossed and turned. I couldn't wait for tomorrow's sunset.
Moments later, I felt a presence stirring in the quiet. I glanced around, but all the shadows were from the furniture. I checked under my bed; even a bat couldn't squeeze between all the junk I had stashed underneath it. I opened my closet door, but the only clothes I found were on hangers or strewn on the floor. I tiptoed to my window and pulled back the curtain, looking out into our backyard.
"Alexander?" I saw a darkened figure walking away from the house, into the night.
"Good night, my love," I said, pressing my hand to the window.
I returned to bed and fell asleep.
The next morning, I awoke with a jolt. Yesterday's events seemed like a dream.
When I rose in my stiffened clothes, I realized that those events were real.
"Why are you still in your outfit from yesterday?" my mom nagged when I entered the kitchen. "Don't they talk about proper hygiene in health class?"
I wiped my haggard eyes and stumbled to the bathroom. I peeled off my day-old clothes and stepped into the shower.
Warm water flowed over my pale skin. My black nail and toe polish looked stark against the clear white tub and tile that surrounded me.
I was back in Dullsville and Alexander was in his Mansion. We could finally live our lives together. But my boyfriend was a vampire and his nemesis had come to hunt him down. I'd never thought Dullsville could be so, well, not dull!
My whole life had changed in just a few days. For sixteen years I'd been living the same monotonous existence. My greatest concern had been finding black nail polish in a pastel town. Now it was getting through a sun-filled day alone while Alexander slept peacefully in his Mansion. We wouldn't be able to go for afternoon bike rides, meet after school, or spend our weekend days hanging out. It was hard to imagine that I wouldn't ever be able to share sunlight with him. I was beginning to have doubts that I could handle this new world.
"It was a blast! I bought you this," I said, and handed Becky a package as we sat on the Evans Park swings.
She opened a Hello Kitty journal. "Cool. Thanks!"
"They have the best stores ever! And I went to a place called the Coffin Club. I met this weird guy."
"Really? Matt and I just went to the movies."
"If I tell you a secret, a super-duper colossal secret, do you promise not to tell anyone?"
"Can I tell Matt?" she asked eagerly.
Matt, Matt, Matt--who cared about Matt when I was bursting to tell her about my encounter with Jagger and the truth about Alexander.
"Why are we talking about Matt when I have the biggest news of a lifetime?"
"Well, you always talk about Alexander," she barked back. Her porcelain cheeks flushed ruby red. "And I listen to you all the time. Just 'cause you went away and had exciting things happen doesn't mean I didn't, too."
I was surprised by Becky's outburst. It had been only a few days since she had hooked up with Matt, but if she felt for him half of what I felt for Alexander, I'd have to understand her intensity. Becky had always been so mousy. Now that she had her own beau, she had become more confident. Our relationship had changed. We had never had anyone before but each other.
"Fine," I said, reluctantly. "You're right. I'm glad you are going out with Matt. Someone as awesome as you should have an awesome boyfriend."
"Thanks, Raven. Now, what were you going to tell me?"
I paused, debating if she could handle the vampirey info.
"Is Matt going to show up here again?"
She nodded. "He's right behind you."
I guess I had my answer.
"So, Monster Girl, how's Monster Boy?" a male voice called as I left the park. I glanced around to find Trevor in his red-and-white soccer uniform.
"I thought I was done with you. Are you always going to be in my face?" I asked.
"As long as you wear black I will be. Have you two made any Monster Babies yet?" he asked.
"No, but when we do, I'll be sure to name one after you."
I walked away, and Trevor continued to follow.
"How do you do it? Play soccer, spend your daddy's money, and annoy people, all at the same time?" I asked.
"I could do more than annoy you, if you'd let me," he said, coyly fixing his green eyes on me. "So that line isn't working on the cheerleaders anymore?"
If Trevor had ever truly bothered me before, he was now just a pest given what I'd recently been through.
"I still think there's something fishy going on in that mansion," he said, unrelenting.
"Give it a rest."
"Don't you think it's strange that Alexander's never seen during the day?"
"I wish you weren't seen during the day. Besides, he's homeschooled."
"My mom told me she spotted that freaky butler man hanging out at the butcher."
"Yeah. That is strange. The butler eats food. Who knew?"
"He requested 'the freshest, bloodiest meat you have.' "
"Would you prefer they drink your blood?" I teased.
He looked at me in shock.
"Get a life," I said. "Maybe your mom should be paying attention to you more and gossiping less."
"You leave my mother--"
"I really don't have time for you or your mother anymore. Maybe it's time you get a new best friend," I said, and walked away.