Part 12 (1/2)
”How did you get my info?”
”Jameson was supposed to return the tennis racket to you but gave it to a blond soccer player who said he was your boyfriend. I might have bought the story if I hadn't seen you smack his hand and drive off without him.”
”Well, you're right, he's not my boyfriend. He's a totally lamoid jerk at school.”
”But fortunately he also told Jameson your name and address to back up his story. That's how I knew how to find you. I didn't think I'd find you exploring the house again.”
His dreamy eyes stared right through me.
”Well...I...”
Our laughter echoed in the Mansion.
”Where are your parents?” I asked.
”Romania.”
”Romania? Isn't Romania where Dracula lived?” I inquired, hinting.
”Yes.”
My eyes lit up. ”Are you related to Dracula?” I asked.
”He never came to a family reunion,” he teased in an anxious voice. ”You're a wacky girl. You certainly give life to Dullsville.”
”Dullsville? No way! That's what I call this town!”
”Well, what else could we call it? There isn't any nightlife here, is there? Not for people like me and you.”
Nightlife. People like me and you. You mean vampires, I wanted to say.
”I preferred living in New York and London,” he went on.
”I bet there's a lot to do there at night. And a lot of night people.” Just then Jameson came to take the goulash away and served us steak.
”I hope you're not a vegetarian,” he said.
I peered down at my dinner. The steak was medium rare, more on the rare side, as the juice spilled onto the plate and into the mashed potatoes.
He was so mysterious, and funnier than I could have imagined. I was under his spell as I peered at him through the flowers.
”I'm sure it'll be delicious,” I said. He watched as I took a bite. ”Yum, once again.”
Suddenly he looked at me with sad eyes. ”Listen, do you mind-”
He picked up his plate and walked over to me. ”All I can see are the wildflowers, and after all, you're much prettier.”
He set his plate next to mine and dragged his oak chair over. I thought I would faint. He sat smiling as we ate, his leg softly touching mine. My body was electrified. Alexander was funny, gorgeous, and awkward in a s.e.xy way. I wanted to know his whole life story. No matter how many years he had lived, seventeen or seventeen hundred.
”What do you do at night? Where else have you lived? Why don't you go to school?” I rattled on suddenly.
”Slow down.”
”Um...where were you born?”
”Romania.”
”Then where's your Romanian accent?”
”In Romania. We traveled constantly.”
”Have you ever gone to school?”
”No, I've always had a private tutor.”
”What's your favorite color?”
”Black.”
I remembered Mrs. Peevish. I paused and asked, ”What do you want to be when you grow up?”
”You mean I'm not grown up?”
”That's a question, not an answer,” I said coyly.
”What do you want to be?” he asked.
I stared into his deep, dark mysterious eyes and whispered, ”A vampire.”
He stared at me curiously and seemed disturbed. And then he laughed. ”You are a riot!” Then he looked at me sharply. ”Raven, why did you sneak into the house?”
I looked away, embarra.s.sed.
Jameson wheeled over some pastry on a cart. He lit a match and flames rose around the dessert. ”Flambe!” he announced. And just in time.
Alexander extinguished our desserts and told Jameson we would finish our dinner outside. ”I hope you aren't afraid of the dark,” he said, leading me into the dilapidated gazebo.
”Afraid? I live for it!”
”Me, too,” he said, smiling. ”It's really the only way to see the stars properly.” He lit a half-melted candle on the ledge.
”Do you bring all your girlfriends here?” I asked, fingering the used candle.
”Yes.” He laughed. ”And I read to them by candlelight. What would you like?” he asked, pointing to a stack of textbooks on the floor. ”Functions and Logarithms or Minority Group Cultures?”
I laughed.
”The moon is so beautiful tonight,” he said, staring out the gazebo.
”Makes me think of werewolves. Do you think a man can change into an animal?”