Vampire Kisses by Ellen Schreiber

in the world.
    “It’s Hungarian goulash,” Alexander stated as I nervously stirred the pasty soup. I had no idea what—or who—was in it, and as Alexander and Jameson waited for my reaction, I realized I’d have to taste it.
    “Yum!” I exclaimed, slurping down half a spoonful. It was way more delicious than any soup I’d ever eaten from a can, but one hundred times as spicy!
    My tongue was on fire and I immediately chugged down my water.
    “I hope it’s not too spicy,” Alexander said.
    “Spicy?” I gasped, my eyes bursting. “You’ve got to be joking!”
    Alexander motioned for Jameson to bring more water. It seemed like an eternity, but he returned with a pitcher. Eventually I got my breath back. I didn’t know what to ask Alexander, but I wanted to know everything about him.
    I could tell Alexander had fewer friends than I. He seemed uncomfortable in his own skin.
    “What do you do all day?” I inquired like a TV reporter breaking the ice.
    “I wanted to know the same thing about you,” he offered.
    “I go to school. What do you do?”
    “Sleep.”
    “You sleep?” This was major news! “Really?” I asked skeptically.
    “Is there something wrong with that?” he said, awkwardly brushing his hair from his eyes.
    “Well, most people sleep at night.”
    “I’m not most people.”
    “True…”
    “And you’re not either,” he said, staring at me with his soulful eyes. “I could tell when I saw you on Halloween dressed as a tennis player. You seemed a little too old to trick-or-treat. And you had to be different to think that was a costume.”
    “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 sexy way. I wanted to know his whole life story. No matter how many years he had lived, seventeen or seventeen