A black-cloaked figure rose from a tall stone monument like the dead awakening.
My shock shifted to recognition. Not a walking corpse — only Kyle.
He wore a black coat that was so long the hem swept up dirt. He was shorter than I remembered, and draped in silver chains and spiky jewelry. He’d overdone his makeup, so that his face almost glowed white and I could barely see his dark eyes hidden under kohl eye shadow. His chin pointed sharply in a slim, V-shaped beard, and his black hair was slicked back. Was he going for a Goth or a vampire look?
“Kyle?” I stood still, reluctant to get close to him.
“Alyce,” he said, nodding.
“So … um … it’s cool of you to come to such a strange place to meet someone you don’t even know.”
“I’ve seen you around school,” he said, with a lift of his dark brows that hinted at a deep meaning. “And your friend told me more about you — enough to pique my interest.”
“You can’t believe everything Dustin says,” I put in quickly.
“I decide for myself. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“You mean coming to an old cemetery?”
“No — I go to cemeteries a lot. What I meant was I’ve never met anyone … a girl … like this.”
“Oh … well, I never do things the usual way.”
“That’s cool.” Kyle tilted his head as if studying me, and I noticed wicked tattoos spiraling down the side of his neck and into his coat. “So you come here often?”
I shook my head firmly. “Never before.”
“Really?” he asked with a smile that showed two sharp, pointed top teeth. Had he filed them down? “I heard you’ve got a thing for graveyards.”
“You heard wrong.”
“Why were you at Red Top Cemetery last week?”
I started to deny the accusation until I realized he was probably right — Alyce had visited Red Top recently. But this just reminded me how little I knew about my best friend. She had this whole other life … without me. I pursed my lips and told him it was none of his business.
“Fair enough, but you can be up front with me. I’ve suspected what you’re into for a long time — that’s why, even though coming here was short notice, I’ve prepared this.” He lifted a bulky paper bag from a slab of crumbling stone.
“A picnic lunch.”
“Nope.”
“Then what?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” He gave his head a small shake. “Let’s just walk around and check out our companions.”
“Companions?” I looked around but we were the only ones standing in the gently sloped cemetery.
“The silent ones.” Kyle gestured to the graves that were half-hidden under shadowy oak trees.
I stared down at the crumbly gravestones and monuments, most faded, cracked, and completely unreadable. Many were over a hundred years old. I scanned names and dates, searching for a small, more recent grave. But as I walked, dried weeds crackling, I was swamped with a sense of foreboding. I wondered about all the souls beneath my feet that had once breathed and danced and loved; now they were only scrawled words in stones — which was the way things usually happened.
Except for Dark Lifers.
And I thought of Gabe, imagining his name etched in stone in a distant graveyard while he defied the circle of life and death, living in stolen bodies for over a century. Although the sun couldn’t shine through the web of branches overhead, my cheeks warmed at the memory of rising out of our temporary bodies together and sharing energy, power, a connection … But thinking about Gabe felt disloyal to Eli. I loved Eli and no other guy could change that — especially a dead one with a passion for breaking rules and hearts.
So I shook Gabe out of my thoughts and focused on the graves.
The one I was looking for would be small and over a decade old. Odd that Alyce’s mother might choose such a remote location to bury her baby. She’d been out of her mind, though, and not acting logically. I wasn’t even sure if she’d marked the grave, and if she hadn’t, then Baby Sam would be lost forever.
I must have sighed because I glanced up and saw Kyle at my side, studying my face. “Something wrong?”
“Not really … it’s just that all these graves are too old.”
“Looking for a fresh grave?” he asked with a sly smile that flashed his vampire teeth. “I can help you find anything or anyone.”
I gave him a startled look. Did he know about Alyce’s lost sister? But he couldn’t. Or could he somehow have figured it out?
Twisting the end of my braid, I acted nonchalant. “What could I possibly be looking for at a graveyard?”
“Depends on how deep you dig.”
He was joking … I hoped.
Still, I knew with a sudden certainty that no way, not in any universe, would Alyce go for this freaky dude. I didn’t know what he was involved in and had no interest in finding out — only in getting out of here quickly.
Lifting my arm, I glanced down at my watch. “Wow, look at the time. I just remembered I have to … um … have to take my mother to an appointment. Yeah, a doctor’s appointment, and you know how doctors hate to wait. So I better go.”
I started to turn, but he shifted and blocked me. His dark eyes narrowed and even under his pale makeup I could see a dark flush of anger. “You’re not doing this again.”
“What?”
“Like you blew me off that time at lunch, when you were sitting alone on top of the garbage bin by the cafeteria and I tried to talk to you. At least you were honest and said it was because you preferred your own company to mine.”
I spread my arms out, helplessly. “Really I should go
… I’m sorry.”
“You weren’t sorry then and you aren’t now. That’s part of what drew me to you, made me come here. But I won’t let you rush off without some answers.” There was a stubborn set to his thin, red-painted lips. “What is with the trips to cemeteries? What are you really looking for?”
“Interesting graves.”
“It’s more than that — for both of us.” He bent down to trace his fingers across a square tombstone, his gold necklace with its dark vial swinging close to the ground.
I glanced down at a grave that lovingly remembered a mother, wife, and sister who died over seventy years ago. “I like to take photos of interesting tombstones.”
“Yet you don’t have a camera.”
Oops. Alyce always carried her camera.
“I left it in the car but I can get it—”
“Stop already. I know what this is about and so do you.”
“It’s not about anything.”
He shoved his hands in the pockets of his oversized black coat as he gave me a sly grin. “It was easy to figure out, what with your sneaking off to cemeteries and what I’ve heard around school. Who else but mysterious Alyce would want to meet here? Most girls at school only care about their clothes and popularity and dating jocks. But not you. So drop the innocent act and tell me the truth.”
“I haven’t lied to you,” I lied.
“I know what you want from me.”
“Absolutely nothing.”
“Don’t pull away, Alyce.”
“I’m not,” I said, ready to bolt for the gate and break speed records driving home if he tried to pull anything.
“I’m interested in dark magic, too.” His eyes seemed to spark as if ignited. “I swear not to spill any of your secrets. Are you in a coven? I’m looking to join one, if yours has an opening. Inviting me to join can be mutually beneficial. I can dig up whatever you need for your rituals.”