Alexander didn’t hang out in my bedroom a lot. I preferred the Mansion, with its magnificent space and style, and it was also minus two doting parents and one pesky little brother.
But having Alexander in my room felt amazing. My little space didn’t seem so morbid after al . Alexander brought life to it. And having him there was exhilarating. The way he walked around, examining and touching everything on display, was like he was touching me. I watched him look closely at my knickknacks, books, and music as if he was trying to get to know me or see into my soul. I felt safe with him here. Nothing could bother me—not physical y or emotional y. And as tough as I was, it was nice for a moment to let my guard down and feel safe because of someone else for a change.
Alexander sat on my bed, like a gentleman would, if it were acceptable for a gentleman to sit on a lady’s bed. But I pul ed him over and made him lie beside me. I imagined what it would be like if he could cuddle with me as I fel asleep here, just as I did with him in his coffin. But that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, especial y when we’d often get interrupted by Bil y Boy, looking for attention.
“Wow—I don’t know how you sleep like this. I worry about you al the time,” he said tenderly.
“What do you mean?”
“Open—exposed. Anyone—or anything—could come into your room. You aren’t hidden from danger.”
“What would come into my room?”
“I don’t even want to think about it. I’m miles away from you and . . . it’s just not safe. Not from the sun, I mean. But from people. There are so many things that can happen if you’re not secured.”
“We have a security system.” I caressed his hair playful y, but Alexander was serious.
“I know. But don’t you feel strange looking up and knowing anyone could watch you sleeping? Especial y since you can’t see in the dark.”
I thought about it for a moment. I’d contemplated many things from the vampire’s viewpoint, but this was something I hadn’t.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s one of the reasons I want to . . .”
“Yes?”
“It is one of the reasons I’d want you to be a vampire.”
I sat up. “Real y?”
“It just seemed odd to me that mortals would prefer to sleep that way.”
“That’s not what I meant.” I leaned into him eagerly.
“I just feel funny—you here, not total y secured. But I guess it works for your kind. It always has.”
“Yes, but back to what you were saying.” I hoped he’d go back to talking about me becoming a vampire.
“I want you to be safe, that’s al ,” he said, squeezing my hand.
From Alexander’s perspective, we mortals lived open, vulnerable lives. He was hidden away from the sun and predators. Even if someone were to find the coffin, he was locked inside.
“It’s weird. You can see al these things and hear al these noises. No wonder you have insomnia.”
“I have insomnia because you aren’t here with me. So . . . if you real y want me to be safe, maybe it’s time.”
“I’d just feel safer if you’d start sleeping in a coffin.”
Just then my door creaked open.
Bil y’s expression turned to surprise.
“Get out!” I said, hopping off the bed. “Uh . . . we are making up lyrics to a song.”
But that didn’t keep Bil y out. Instead he was total y interested.
“You’re writing a song? That’s so cool. I want to hear it.”
“It goes, ‘Safer in a coffin, and if your brother doesn’t leave, he’l be in one, too.’”
Bil y just frowned.
“It’s okay, man,” Alexander said. “What’s up?”
“What are you doing in my room?” I snarled at Bil y. “I’m one step away from bringing back Nerd Boy.”
My brother wasn’t bothered by my threat. He was under the Alexander spel . Like a kid in the company of a professional athlete, Bil y was enamored by Alexander’s presence. Alexander was the big brother Bil y never had.
And in kind, Alexander was always
But having Alexander in my room felt amazing. My little space didn’t seem so morbid after al . Alexander brought life to it. And having him there was exhilarating. The way he walked around, examining and touching everything on display, was like he was touching me. I watched him look closely at my knickknacks, books, and music as if he was trying to get to know me or see into my soul. I felt safe with him here. Nothing could bother me—not physical y or emotional y. And as tough as I was, it was nice for a moment to let my guard down and feel safe because of someone else for a change.
Alexander sat on my bed, like a gentleman would, if it were acceptable for a gentleman to sit on a lady’s bed. But I pul ed him over and made him lie beside me. I imagined what it would be like if he could cuddle with me as I fel asleep here, just as I did with him in his coffin. But that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, especial y when we’d often get interrupted by Bil y Boy, looking for attention.
“Wow—I don’t know how you sleep like this. I worry about you al the time,” he said tenderly.
“What do you mean?”
“Open—exposed. Anyone—or anything—could come into your room. You aren’t hidden from danger.”
“What would come into my room?”
“I don’t even want to think about it. I’m miles away from you and . . . it’s just not safe. Not from the sun, I mean. But from people. There are so many things that can happen if you’re not secured.”
“We have a security system.” I caressed his hair playful y, but Alexander was serious.
“I know. But don’t you feel strange looking up and knowing anyone could watch you sleeping? Especial y since you can’t see in the dark.”
I thought about it for a moment. I’d contemplated many things from the vampire’s viewpoint, but this was something I hadn’t.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s one of the reasons I want to . . .”
“Yes?”
“It is one of the reasons I’d want you to be a vampire.”
I sat up. “Real y?”
“It just seemed odd to me that mortals would prefer to sleep that way.”
“That’s not what I meant.” I leaned into him eagerly.
“I just feel funny—you here, not total y secured. But I guess it works for your kind. It always has.”
“Yes, but back to what you were saying.” I hoped he’d go back to talking about me becoming a vampire.
“I want you to be safe, that’s al ,” he said, squeezing my hand.
From Alexander’s perspective, we mortals lived open, vulnerable lives. He was hidden away from the sun and predators. Even if someone were to find the coffin, he was locked inside.
“It’s weird. You can see al these things and hear al these noises. No wonder you have insomnia.”
“I have insomnia because you aren’t here with me. So . . . if you real y want me to be safe, maybe it’s time.”
“I’d just feel safer if you’d start sleeping in a coffin.”
Just then my door creaked open.
Bil y’s expression turned to surprise.
“Get out!” I said, hopping off the bed. “Uh . . . we are making up lyrics to a song.”
But that didn’t keep Bil y out. Instead he was total y interested.
“You’re writing a song? That’s so cool. I want to hear it.”
“It goes, ‘Safer in a coffin, and if your brother doesn’t leave, he’l be in one, too.’”
Bil y just frowned.
“It’s okay, man,” Alexander said. “What’s up?”
“What are you doing in my room?” I snarled at Bil y. “I’m one step away from bringing back Nerd Boy.”
My brother wasn’t bothered by my threat. He was under the Alexander spel . Like a kid in the company of a professional athlete, Bil y was enamored by Alexander’s presence. Alexander was the big brother Bil y never had.
And in kind, Alexander was always
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