I'd always craved more-to fly, to live in the darkness, to be eternally bonded to my soul mate. Becky was so happy with her boyfriend-taking pictures together, renting movies, watching him play soccer. Carrying this secret around was a heavier burden than a backpack full of textbooks. I was bursting to tell her the truth about Alexander-why I didn't have a picture shrine, why Alexander didn't attend Dullsville High, and why he was seen only at night. Always quiet and mousy, she was gaining confidence now that she'd been dating Matt. He's so handsome, he could be a model." I glanced at my best friend, whose normally cherubic fresh face glowed more than ever. "He's actually quite shy around the camera." "No way. That was before I knew he was a vampire, I wanted to say. "I figured by now you'd have a shrine to Alexander," Becky commented. I gazed at my locker-tacked with magazine clippings of Trent Reznor, Marilyn Manson, Ville Valo.and vacant of the one guy who meant the most to me. Aren't they cool?" I stared at the four poses-one with Matt's arm around Becky, one with them blinking, one where he was kissing her on the cheek, and the last with a Teen magazine smile-all of them reflecting a couple in love. "We took these Saturday night at the movie theater. I shoved textbooks into my locker as Becky began to tack up passport-sized arcade booth pictures of her and Matt. VIVA LAS VALENTINES signs with red, pink, and white hearts filled the walls and classroom doorways. The next morning, Dullsville High's hallways were decorated with posters for the upcoming prom.
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