"I believe I was here first."
"Technically not. I believe my mother was. I'm surprised to see you here. I thought you only ate in your dungeon," he said with a sneering grin.
Ever since Alexander and I had diverted Jagger and Luna from turning Trevor into a late-night snack at the Graveyard Gala—Trevor's party at Dullsville's cemetery— I'd gained a little respect from Trevor at school. Though my nemesis didn't know the Maxwells’ true intent, he did know that for the last several days I had been warning him about the nefarious duo. Still, Trevor couldn't resist egging me on. His repartee was only slightly less biting than it used to be. Trevor and I'd been caustic to each other since kindergarten—it was the only way we knew how to communicate. Without that, we'd have no relationship. And that, I knew for sure, Trevor wasn't ready to give up.
"Is Alexander asking your father for your hand in marriage?"
"Don't be lame—"
"Not even to prom? It's next week. You'll miss watching me be crowned Prom King. Too bad they don't have a place for Prom Freak. They surely would have a tiara waiting for you."
I snarled at my nemesis and glanced over at Alexander, who was politely engaged in conversation with my parents.
Prom? I hadn't even thought about prom since Jagger, Luna, and now Valentine had arrived in town. Dullsville High was so small, all grades were invited to attend. Finally, I, Raven Madison, queen of the outcasts, had a potential date with the most gorgeous guy in all of Dullsville to the most important dance of the year, and I hadn't even had the time to daydream about it.
My best friend, Becky, was so busy with her boyfriend, Matt, that she and I hadn't had a chance to dish about the prom. Of course, she'd be attending the ball with Matt, and Trevor would arrive with some gorgeous blond varsity cheerleader. And I would be escorted by Alexander Sterling. But would he even go after the fiasco at the Snow Ball several months ago where Trevor challenged him, forcing him to retreat to the Mansion?
And would there even be a prom if the town of Dullsville knew that a preteen vampire was lurking somewhere in town?
"Don't forget to vote for me," my nemesis said, disappearing into the crowd of patrons.
I ducked into the ladies' room, washed my hands in the white porcelain sink, and reapplied bloodred eyeliner to the corners of my eyes and snow-colored powder to my nervous brow.
How would I manage to get us to the library in the middle of dinner with my parents, while the curious Mitchells sat at an adjacent table, without making a scene?
It would take a miracle—or at least a ghost white lie.
"I think Billy Boy should be with us," I said when I returned to our table.
My parents looked at me skeptically.
"He's at a Math Club party. I told you that," my mom reminded me. "They're providing dinner."
"You know how much he loves eating here. He's crazy about the Cricket burgers. Now I feel bad, eating at one of his favorite restaurants without him—"
"We can bring something home for him," my dad offered. "Why the sudden interest in your brother?"
Clearly my father wasn't making this easy.
"He loves the big-screen TVs. He whines enough as it is. I'll have to hear about it for weeks."
"You don't need your little brother as a buffer, do you?" my mom asked. "Paul, I think we're embarrassing her. We'll stop asking so many questions."
"No, you guys are great," I assured my parents. "I just think he'd be upset to know we were so close and didn't include him. How about Alexander and I just run over and pick him up?" I suggested. "It's only a few blocks away. We'll be back before our dinner arrives."
"He's having his own party," my dad said. "Right now they are probably exchanging prime numbers."
"Well, if that's what you really want, Paul," Mom said.
"All right, I'll get him," my dad said resignedly, putting his napkin on the table.
"No—I want to," I said, standing up before my father could. "Alexander's never been to the library."
My dad looked at me suspiciously. "Are you sure you're not sneaking off to a rave?"
"In this town? No, but if I find out about one, you'll know where we are," I said with a wink.
3 Dead Tree Forest
Alexander and I set off to do something I never thought I'd do: crash a Math Club party.
My vampire boyfriend held my hand as we hurried through the strip mall parking lot, across a two-lane side street, and around a gas station. We were briskly walking past the small wooded area next to the library when we heard something off in the distance. It was the sound of a dog howling.
We stopped in our tracks. Hair stood up on the back of my neck. The dog howled again.
Dead Tree Forest, as I called it, was a two-acre undeveloped property with thick brush and foliage surrounding an inner layer of decay. The trees reached out for the sun and rain in vain; all that remained were wooden skeletons. Sometimes on the weekends I'd get my research from the library and do my homework among the rotting oaks and maples. There were more dead trees than live ones, but the heavy brush made it difficult to see through to the streets once inside the woods.
In the seventies it was rumored that the woods were a haven for drunken motorcycle gangs. Others claimed no one was ever heard of coming out of the woods at nighttime alive.
Streetlights illuminated the darkened exterior, casting an eerie glow.
"Maybe Valentine is in there," I wondered aloud. "Can you see him?"
"I can see in the dark, but I don't have X-ray vision."
"Valentine could be searching for more than a tree house—perhaps a meal? What if he plans to pounce on my brother the moment he walks out of the library?"
The dog howled again.
Alexander looked at me as if he, too, was uncertain about what lay in the woods—or rather who.
"All right," he said valiantly, and proceeded toward the trees.
Now I was concerned for us. I clutched my boyfriend's arm.
"Wait," I warned. "Who knows what he'll do. Maybe we should just head for the library."
"You do realize he is eleven," Alexander said to me.
"But the same blood that runs through his veins also runs through Jagger's and Luna's. He isn't like any other eleven-year-old. Plus, you know better than I do what he is capable of."
"You're right," he agreed, putting his hand firmly on my shoulder. "That's why you are staying here. If I can talk to Valentine, we can put this whole thing to rest. I'll be right back."
Alexander pulled back a branch and disappeared into the brush.
I waited for a moment, my heart pounding with anxiety. I couldn't see anything from my vantage point. I wouldn't be hurting anyone if I poked my head in to get a better view.
I pulled a branch back and crept inside the thick brush.
The foliage blocked out much of the streetlight and I could barely see the skinny trees before me. I guided myself around them with an outstretched hand in the faint moonlight.
The wind whistled through the barren trees. I passed a creepy white broken fence with only a few pickets left, leaning like aging tombstones. I managed to carefully step over a few stumps, downed branches, and fallen trees.
I couldn't see Alexander anywhere. I could hardly make out the woodpiles, rocks, and discarded mattresses that were before me. Just then I heard a branch snap.
I spun around.
"Alexander?"
I didn't feel the familiar presence of my boyfriend. I turned back around and cautiously crept forward.
It was impossible to tell where I was. I studied the ground to see if I'd made tracks, but the hardened dirt and dead grass showed no signs of combat boots. I stepped once more, not knowing if I was going toward the street or farther into the woods.