Alexander cracked a smile.
"Besides, we have time together now. I've been waiting all day to see you. Let's talk about us."
"Or not," he said, his bad mood slowly disappearing. "We can talk later."
He leaned against a tree outside the Mansion and kissed me.
"Let's have some fun," he said.
"Wasn't that fun? I thought it was."
Alexander led me to Evans Park . He chased me around the jungle gym until I almost fainted from exhaustion. Out of breath, I flopped down on my back and gazed up at the stars.
"I wish every night was like this."
"If they were, then we wouldn't appreciate it."
"Maybe so.But I'd like to live this way forever."
"On your back staring at the stars?"
"With you." I stroked Alexander's hair and he playfully kissed me. "It's not too late," I said.
"For what?"
"To make me like you."
"Why do you have to be like me? Why can't you be like you?"
"Fine, have it your way. I'll be boring and mortal for the rest of my life."
"You think that I find you boring because you're not a vampire?"
I sat up. "I'm not exciting. I can't fly and I don't sleep in a coffin and except for my clothes, I guess I'm pretty normal." I hated to admit it even to myself.
"You are far from normal-you are extraordinary. You're free thinking, spirited, adventurous, and sometimes even dangerous. Not to mention irresistibly sexy!"
"Flatter me more!" I said, and gave him a huge hug. "Imagine if I slept in your coffin every day-not just a few weeks during summer break."
"I think about it every time I close the lid," I realized it was hard on Alexander, too. But he didn't complain. He kept his feelings to himself, and he seemed to dwell on the positive, not brood on the negative, like I did. I still had a lot to learn from my vampire-mate, Alexander Sterling.
7
SIGHTINGS
"You'll never believe who I saw last night," Becky announced when she picked me up for school the following morning, I was fixing the indigo blue liquid eyeliner that I had accidentally smudged around my bag-ridden eyes, I was a vision of a true insomniac. Maybe there were advantages to not seeing one's own reflection.
Becky followed me into my bedroom and I grabbed my backpack.
"I saw Alexander's parents," Becky finally blurted out. Her words were like an electric shock.
Suddenly I was wide awake, "You did?" I asked. "I still haven't seen them!"
"I know, it was so weird."
"What did they look like?"
" Ireally didn't see them up close."
" Thenhow did you know it was them? It might have been a couple wearing dark clothes," I rationalized.
"Because I saw Jameson helping them out of the Mercedes."
"Wow! Then you did see them. Tell me everything!"
"I was driving Matt home from practice when we passed by the Emerson office building. The Mercedes was parked in front. Jameson opened the car door and a tall man in a cape stepped out with a lanky woman carrying an open umbrella. It wasn't raining. And even stranger, it was dark."
"It was them!" I deduced as we headed out the door. "It had to have been."
"Who carries an open umbrella at night under a perfect sky?" Becky asked.
"Only the coolest people in the world!"
The Emerson office building was a brand-new ten-story monolith. Businesses that once occupied the quaint and charming main square now inhabited the uncreative and antiseptic space. It was filled with everything from real estate to taxes. There was even a hair salon and a plastic surgery practice.
"Curious. I wonder what they were doing there," I said.
"Do you think Mrs. Sterling is getting a quick nip and tuck?" Becky asked.
"I don't think she'd need it."
"Maybe it's nothing more than boring tax advice," Becky offered when we got inside her truck.
"So they're going out of the Mansion. And for some reason, I'm not going in. This calls for a Raven Madison-style investigation."
I passed the school day away waiting for the final bell to ring and wondering why the Sterlings were checking out the Emerson at night.
8
ATOMIC SPIES
With the promise of a piping-hot Hatsy'sburger and atomic fries, I bribed Becky into driving me to the Emerson building on our way home from school. It was like me to snoop, so I took advantage of my true nature. Of course, Becky was horrified with the whole idea and decided to wait in the car.
"I need your help," I said.
"You do so well on your own."