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Dance with a Vampire (Vampire Kisses #4) Page 27
Author: Ellen Schreiber

Alexander lit the antique candelabra and politely held my chair out for me.

Beside each plate was a covered dish. The setting was beautifully morose. I wondered what the main course could be. I'd watched way too many horror films and I imagined opening the aluminum covers to find severed heads. However, when Alexander lifted them, a delicious sight and smell lay before us--a dinner of lemon chicken, buttered green beans, and rice pilaf.

Alexander poured us sparkling cherry wine in pewter goblets.

"This is way better than the Cricket Club," I said.

"To us," he said as we toasted our goblets.

The sparkling wine tickled my tongue, and Alexander and I began our meal.

"Just when I thought you'd outdone yourself at the cave, you present me a five-star dinner at a cemetery."

I gazed across the table, the candlelight glowing against Alexander's pale skin, highlighting his dark, mysterious eyes and sweet smile.

I had to pinch my arm to remind myself that this amazing and unusual romantic dinner with a vampire was undoubtedly real. As Alexander drove through Dullsville High's parking lot, I couldn't believe my eyes. A half-dozen white limousines were lined up at the school's front entrance, dropping off groups of Dullsvillian teenagers as if they were movie stars. Next to the white stretches, Jameson's black Mercedes looked like a hearse.

From one limo emerged some of the soccer team members. A handsome Matt Wells extended his hand and helped my best friend, Becky, ease out of the elongated car.

At the head of the monstrous limo line, out popped Trevor and Jennifer Warren. As if it wasn't costly enough to arrive in a limousine, Trevor had a stretch for just the two of them.

Alexander pulled over and, ever the consummate gentleman, helped me out of the car. While he parked the Mercedes, I admired the red, white, and pink balloons tied by red ribbon to the railings of the gymnasium entrance.

My heart melted again when I saw Alexander in his silky black suit walking up the sidewalk of my school toward me.

There were so many students going in the main entrance, Alexander held back. Though he was glad to be going, I could tell he was equally overwhelmed in his new surroundings. He wasn't used to so many people in such a small area, fussing and flashing pictures.

I pulled him away from the crowd just to be sure he'd be safe from the cameras.

"Let's go through here," I said, stepping out of the crowded line.

We started for the side door, which was not being used.

As we walked through the corridors, Alexander studied everything--the trophy case, a display of yearbooks past, a bulletin board of weekly announcements. The mundane things I passed by on a daily basis and didn't even notice were like fascinating artifacts to my boyfriend.

"It's like a museum," he said.

"A boring one, right?"

"No, it helps me understand you more."

I gazed up at Alexander and squeezed his hand.

As we headed for the gymnasium, we passed giggling girls in gowns running to the bathroom to touch up their makeup and gossip about their dates--or possibly us.

Suddenly Alexander stopped. "Can we see your locker? I want to know as much as I can about how you spend your day."

"My locker?" I asked. "It's just a junky aluminum closet."

"But it's your junk," he said in a velvety voice. "I want to know everything about you."

His comment took my breath away. I held his hand in mine. "It's back this way."

We walked past the auditorium and biology and chemistry labs.

I spun the dial back and forth to the unlocking coordinates and opened my locker.

I was stunned. There, hanging on my door and filling the thin locker walls, were tiny painted portraits of Alexander and me. One of us in front of Hatsy's Diner, one dancing at Dullsville's golf course, and one designed with four vertical poses, as if it were a strip from a photo booth.

"These are amazing!"

Alexander beamed as one by one I viewed his astounding works of art. "How did you get in here? I thought I was the only one who liked to sneak into places."

"I've been trying to give these to you since the cave. But I think this worked out better."

"I love them!"

"Now you can always see us together--and be like all the other girls with normal boyfriends."

I gave Alexander a huge hug and kissed him tenderly.

"I don't want a normal boyfriend."

He pushed my hair off my shoulder.

"I don't want to leave them," I said of my prized possessions. "I want to stare at them forever."

"Well, the real thing will have to do for tonight," he said, taking the picture of us on the golf course from my hand and tacking it back on my locker door. "I can hear the music starting."

I shut the door on my picture shrine, and Alexander and I eagerly made our way to the gymnasium.

In bold letters above the gymnasium door hung a sign that read VIVA LAS VALENTINES. Red and white Mylar balloons and bright candy-colored streamers hung down over the entranceway like a beaded curtain. Dozens of Dullsville's decked-out students were mingling and filing into prom. I opened my silver chain-link purse and handed our tickets to an attending chaperone. I looked up. It was my study hall teacher, Mr. Ferguson.

"I see you finally came back," he said sternly, referring to my not returning to study hall.

"There was a long line at the water fountain." Mr. Ferguson studied Alexander as we quickly filed past him and made our way into the gymnasium turned ballroom.

While the Snow Ball was elegant with its winter theme, the Prom Decorating Committee had outdone itself. Gigantic Necco-like candied paper hearts hung from the rafters like sugarcoated snowflakes. Phrases like BE MINE, TRUE LOVE, LET'S KISS, BE GOOD, SWEET TALK, and MY LOVE--in baby blue, Barbie pink, sunflower yellow, winter white, lavender lilac, and mermaid green danced within arms' reach in the air above us. The white gymnasium walls, normally covered with Dullsville High banners, were replaced with three-foot-high cupid cutouts and pink hearts. The hardwood basketball floors were sprinkled with red and white heart-shaped confetti. In one corner, a photographer was stationed to snap pictures of gown-and tuxedo-clad students with a giant red heart and white lacy valentine as a backdrop.

The band the Caped Crusaders, four men in their thirties wearing trendy black suits with cupid wings and white tennis shoes, were jamming on a makeshift stage underneath the home team's basket.

Dullsville's students had metamorphosed from cheerleaders and jocks into princesses and princes. Girls glistened in their evening gowns--a rainbow of pink, blue, red, and orange dresses from Jack's department store swept over the basketball court as if we were at a Hollywood premiere.

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