"Over there," one said, pointing her pitchfork toward the front of the cemetery.
"I'll wait a few minutes and double back as Trevor," Alexander said. "Make sure he gets out of the cemetery grounds. And I want you to stay away, too."
"So you can stand up there on sacred ground alone with two vampires?"
"I can't protect both me and you." Alexander lifted his skeleton mask from his face.
His charcoal eyes sparkled. He leaned in and kissed me.
"I'm going to double back now," he said, replacing his mask.
I waited for a moment and watched as the man of my dreams confidently, and selflessly, set forth on our mission.
"Trevor!" I called as I ran through the cemetery.
I caught up with one reaper.
"Trevor?"
"No, but I'm sure he's around," a girl's voice mumbled.
I raced toward the front gate. I looked for any Grim Reaper carrying cough drops.
Then I wondered, maybe Luna was making up the story. Maybe Trevor had been at the ceremony the whole time.
"Trevor?" I desperately asked a Grim Reaper heading straight for me.
"Yes, Monster Girl?" He crossed his arms, his heavy, billowy sleeves hanging down.
My eyes lit up. Now that I had Trevor, I had to get him off sacred ground.
"I finally found you!"
A stone-cold skeleton mask stared back at me.
"Uh…Luna is still not feeling well," I rambled. "Allow me to escort you to get her cough drops."
I took his white skeleton hand and tried to lead him toward the gate.
The Angel of Death didn't follow.
Instead he held up a pack of vitamin C with his bony hand. He turned away from me and headed for the ceremony.
I raced after him.
"I've been trying to tell you," I began. "Luna isn't the girl you think she is. She's not some nice straight-A cheerleader. She's going to double-cross you."
He shook his head and walked on.
"Trevor. You can't!"
When I caught up to him, I grabbed the sleeve of his costume. With a quick jerk, he pulled his arm away.
I was on a mission, impossible as it might be. I grabbed his plastic scythe, but he continued to walk on.
I raced ahead, blocking his way with the scythe.
"Wait," I whispered, out of breath. "Please, before you go any further. You were the one who tried to convince the town about the Sterlings. Why don't you see Alexander in the daylight? Why did Luna and Jagger invite you to a cemetery? You were right all along. They weren't rumors. It was all because they are vampires."
I stared at his fixed skeleton face. He waved his skeleton hand and pushed his way past me. I followed him back to the site of the covenant ceremony.
A crowd of aliens had already gathered in front of the tomb. Ghosts and witches were everywhere, standing, sitting, leaning.
In front of the tombs was a coffin with a lit candelabra. Alexander, passing as Trevor in his Grim Reaper costume, was waiting on one side with a pewter goblet.
With all my might, I grabbed the arm of the Angel of Death standing next to me.
"Don't go," I begged. "Please. Alexander is up there, trying to divert their vicious plan.
Watch what happens, and if I'm wrong then I'll kiss you right here in front of the whole school!" I blurted out.
He stopped and looked at me for a few long seconds.
My heart ceased. I realized what I had just committed to. Our plan had better work. I held all our lives and my mouth at stake here.
We hid behind some partygoers, standing a few feet from Alexander.
Then I saw Luna walking up the cemetery aisle, gravestones on either side of her, a dead bouquet in her hand.
Becky and Matt snuck in next to me.
"This is cool. It's like a creepy gothic wedding," the friendly witch said. "Maybe we can be next," she teased Matt.
I yanked the Angel of Death back. "I've tried to tell you all along," I said in a whisper. "You were right about the Sterlings. They are vampires. And so are Luna and Jagger. Please believe me. Before it's too late."
Alexander drank from the goblet.
Luna reached my Grim Reaper and drank from the goblet too. Then she said something inaudible.
"What did she say?" Becky asked.
"'To the king and queen of the graveyard,' " Matt repeated.
Luna turned to Alexander. She leaned in to him.
I gasped. The crowd cheered.