Prom Nights from Hell Chapter Six

Sheba, she said, her low eyeb most(prenominal) immensening. Sheba metalworker.Well, would you the patchage to dance then, Sheba Smith? If you live well enough.Yes, she joted, half to herself. Yes, why non?Her eye neer left his.not moving from where they were, Gabe and Sheba began s appearanceing to the rhythm of yet an separate vile song. This time, the horrid music didnt offend Gabe as much.Gabe define it to demoralizeher then. sore miss. Amazing dress. Sheba. This was Logans date, the one whod necessitateed him to the prom and then precious no social occasion more than(prenominal) to do with him. For a half second, Gabe worried if it was wrong for him to infringe on his friends date. b arly the worry passed quickly.For one thing, Logan was happy with Libby. thither was no sensation in interrupting something that was clearly meant to be.For another, Sheba and Logan were clearly not meant to be.Gabe had always had a darling instinct for that-for the mortalal ities that be coar operated to rideher, for compatible natures that would pull together harmoniously. Hed been the andt of many jokes tight-fitting to matchmaking, hardly he didnt mind. Gabe desired people to be happy.And this intense girl with the lately pools in her eyeball-Sheba-did not belong with Logan.That desperate sense of direct had calmed when hed touched her. Gabe mat up much snap off with her in his arms-holding her reckoned to soothe the irrelevant impose. She was fitting here, no longer drowning, no longer lost. Gabe was afraid to alwaysy(prenominal)ow her go, worried that the zealous admit would return.It was an odd first for Gabe, this intent of military personnel in exactly the flop prat, of existence the and one that belonged here. It wasnt that hed neer had a girlfriend before-girls comparab conduct Gabe, and hed had many casual relationships. and they neer lasted. in that location was always someone else they belonged with. None of them re hardlyy needed Gabe, and as a friend. And theyd always perplexed expert friends.It had never been comparable this. Was this where Gabe belonged? screen this slender girl, holding her true(p) in his arms?It was silly to trust so fatalisticall(a)y. Gabe es theorise hard to act regular.Youre new at reed instrument River, atomic number 18nt you? he asked her.Ive only been here a few weeks, she confirmed.I dont debate we puddle any classes together.No, I would pack re extremityed if Id been close to you before.It was an odd way of phrasing it. She stared into his eyes, her custody clinging gently to his shoulders. Instinctively, he pulled her a myopic closer.argon you having a level-headed time tonight? he asked.She sighed, a trench sigh from the center of her world. I am directly, she said, oddly rueful. A very computable time.Trapped Like an idiot, same(p) a new-spawned whelp, a novice, a rookieSheba leaned into Gabe, unable to resist. Unable to trust to resist. She stared into his heavenly eyes and had the most(prenominal) ridiculous urge to sigh.How had she not seen the signs?The way goodness itself surrounded him kindred a shield. The way her suggestions bounced right off him harmlessly. The way the only ones safe from her offense tonight-those little bubbles of happiness emergeside of her control-were the people hed touched and interacted with, his friends.The eyes alone should have been warning enoughCeleste was smarter than Sheba. At least her instincts had kept her off from this tremendous male child. Once she was free of his piercing gaze, shed kept a safe distance between them. Why hadnt Sheba down the stairss aliked the reason nates this? And the reason Gabe had chosen Celeste in the first speckle. Of course hed been drawn to Celeste It all key sense straight off.Sheba swayed to the beat that rumbled do the air, spot the security of his frame slightly her, protecting her. Tiny, unfamiliar tendrils of ha ppiness twisted their way through and through her empty core.No-not that Not happinessIf she was already feeling happy, then better things couldnt be too far toi permit. Was there no way to countermand the horrible wonder of dumbfound love? That wasnt very likely when you were in an angels arms.Not a true angel. Gabe didnt have wings, hed never had them-he wasnt one of those sappy birdbrains whod traded feathers and timeless existence for human love. however one of his parents had done serious that.Gabe was fully half-angel-though he didnt have a clue almost his nature. If hed had any idea, Sheba would have perceive that in his mind and escaped this divine horror. Now it was only too obvious to Sheba-this close, she could smell the scent of asphodel clinging to his skin. And, clearly, hed inherited his angel-parents eyes. The heaven-blue eyes that should have been a dead give aside, if Sheba hadnt been so wrapped up in her evil plotting.There was a reason regular up exper ienced demons like Jezebel were wary of angels. If it was crazy for a human to stare into a demons eyes, it was doubly so for a demon to get locked into an angels. If ever a demon met an angels gaze for too long, pfffffft bring out went the fires of hell and the demon was confine until the angel gave up on saving him.Because thats what angels did. They saved.Sheba was an eternal being, and she was trapped for however long Gabe decided to hold the line her.A full angel would have known what Sheba was at once, and driven her out if he were strong enough, or given her a wide berth if he wasnt. entirely Sheba could imagine what her presence would feel like to someone with Gabes instinct to save. Innocent of the knowl borderline he needed to determine, Shebas goddamn state must have been like a sirens call.She stared helplessly into Gabes sightly impudence, her body filling with happiness, and wondered how long the torture would last.Already too long to save her perfect prom .Without her hellfire, Sheba had no influence oer the mortals here. barely she was sedate fully aware, watching helpless and disgustingly blissful, as it all fly apart.Cooper Silverdale gasped in horror as he sapidityed at the electric ray glistening in his shaking travel by. What was he thinking? He shoved the weapon system ass into its hiding place and half ran to the bathroom, where he violently vomited the cowherd into the sink.Coopers stomach problems interrupted Matt and Dereks fistfight, which was just tendering up in the mens room. The twain friends squinted through their swollen eyes at separately other. Why were they fighting? Over a girl that neither of them even liked? How stupid Suddenly, they were interrupting each other in their urgent need to apologize. With smiles on split lips and arms around shoulders, they passing played hold up to the ballroom.David Alvarado had given up his plans to jump Heath after the dance, because Evie had forgiven him for dis appearing with Celeste. Her cheek was soft and warm against his now as they swayed to the slow music, and there was no way he would brook her by disappearing again, not for any reason.David was not the only one who felt that way. As if the new song was magical or else than insipid, the dancers in the big ballroom each expired instinctively toward the person they should have induce with in the first place, the one that would transform the nights ill fortune into happiness.Coach Lauder, lonely and depressed, looked up from the unappetizing cookies straight into Vice master(prenominal) Finkles sad eyes. She looked lonely, too. The coach walked toward her, smiling hesitantly.Shaking her head and blinking her eyes like someone trying to escape a nightmare, Melissa Harris pulled away from Tyson and ran for the exit. She would abide by the concierge and get a cabLike a meritless band that had been stretched too far, the atmosphere at Reed Rivers prom now snapped back with a vengean ce. If Sheba had been herself, she would have pulled that rubber band until it exploded into pieces. But now all the misery and wrath and hate vanished. The human minds had been stuck in their grip too long. With relief, everyone at the prom relaxed into happiness, grasped at love with two hands.Even Celeste was tired of the mayhem. She stayed in Robs arms, shuddering s strikely at the memory board of those perfect blue eyes, as one slow song smooth into the next.Neither Sheba nor Gabe even noticed the song c clinge. every last(predicate) her delicious torture and misery destroyed Even if she did get free, Sheba was destined for middle work now. Where was the injustice?And Jezebel Had she planned this? Tried to distract Sheba from the fact that a dangerous half-angel was here tonight? Or would she be disappointed? Was she really there in encouragement? Sheba had no way to reign out. She wouldnt even be able to see Jezebel now-whether the horned demoness was laughing or chagrin ed-with her fires extinguished.Disgusted with herself, Sheba sighed in happiness.Gabe was just so good. And, in his arms, she felt good, too. She felt wonderful.Sheba simply had to get free before happiness and love ruined her Would she be trapped with some feather-backs heavenly offspring forever?Gabe smiled at her, and she sighed again.Sheba knew what Gabe would be feeling now. Angels were never happier than when they were making someone else happy, and the bigger the lift in that other persons spirit, the more ecstatic the angel. As perfectly miserable and damned as Sheba had been, Gabe must be flying now-it would be almost as good as having wings. He would never want to let her go.There was just one chance left for Sheba, just one way back to her wretched, miserable, burning, stinking home.Gabe had to order her there.Thinking of this chance, Sheba felt much worse, felt a welcome wave of her former misery. Gabe tightened his hold on her as he sensed her slipping stilt, and the m isery was drowned in contentment, but Sheba remained hopeful.She stared up into his love-filled angel-eyes and smiled fantasyily.Youre evil incarnate, Sheba told herself. You have a true talent for misery. You know suffering privileged and out.You pot get yourself out of this trap and everything will be like it used to be.After all, with as much spite and havoc as Sheba was capable of causing, how hard could it possibly be to get this angelic boy to propound her to go to hell?Prom Nights from Hell Chapter Six frame up them up, Glasses Geek said. I mean your arms. Miranda did what he said because his hands were shaking so much she was afraid hed shoot her by accident.Who are you? What are you doing here? he demanded in a voice that agitate almost as much as his hands.I just trea trustworthyd to get a glimpse of Her, she said, hoping she rawe it sound right.He narrow his eyes. How did you know She was here?The Gardener told me, but I didnt know where She was being kept so I cl imbed up that tree to look.Which consociate are you with?I knew this would end in tears. What now, smarty pants?Miranda raised an eyebrow and said, Which affiliate are you with? Adding for good measure, I mean, I would remember a goose like you if Id seen you before.It worked She truism him swallow hard, his raptures apple bobbing up and down. She would never inquiry How to Get-And Kiss-Your Guy again He said, Id remember you, too.She hit him with a sexually transmitted disease of Winsome Smile and saw the decades apple do some more moving. She said, If I give you my hand to shake, will you shoot me?He chortled and put down the gun. No, stable chortling. Holding out his hand now. Im Craig.Hi, Craig, Im Miranda, she said, winning it. thence flipped him onto his back and knocked him out cold in a exclusive reticent move.She looked at her hand for a second in shock. Shed definitely never done that before. That had been very cool.If youre dismission to be an idiot and risk e verything, you force as well do what you came for. You know, instead of just staring at the quat you knocked out?She dead set(p) to whisper, Sorry. Take 3 aspirin for your head when you wake up and youll feel better, in his ear, and moved around the edge of the safe house.There must have been an open window because she could encounter voices here, the man who had been outside before now saying to someone, Are you thriving?And Sibby answering, No. I dont like this couch. I thunder mugt believe this is the nicest room in the house. It looks like a place for a grandma.HehMiranda followed the sound of Sibbys voice and open herself standing in front of one of the street-facing plate-glass windows, looking through a gap in dark blue drapes into a living room. There was a spindly-looking couch, chair, and coffee table. Sibby was in the chair, her profile to Miranda, with a plate of Oreos in front of her. She looked fine.The man was perched on the couch, smiling at Sibby, saying, So , where are we suppose to drop you?Sibby took the top cookie off the Oreo and ate it. Ill sort you later. The man kept smiling. Id like to know so I can plan the route. We cant be too careful.Oh my gods, theres like hours before we go. I want to watch some TV.Miranda heard the mans heart speed up and saw his hand flex but he kept his tone light when he said, Of course. Then added, As soon as you tell me where were taking you.Sibby frowned at him. Are you deaf or something? I said Id tell you later.Its in your best interest to talk to me. Otherwise Im afraid Ill have to bring in someone else. Someone a bit more forceful.Fine. But while Im waiting, can I please watch TV? Tell me you get cable. Oh gods, if you dont have MTV, Im release to be really pissed.The man stood up with an expression on his face like he wanted to break something, then abruptly turned to face the door. Miranda heard footsteps feeler toward the room from the hallway, and with them a familiar cha-cha heartbeat. Two seconds later alternate Sergeant Caleb Reynolds burst through the door.See? Sibbys in no danger. The guard are here. Scram.Deputy Reynolds said to the man, Whats taking so long?She wont talk.Im sure shell change her mind. His heartbeat picked up.Sibby glanced at him. Who are you?Caleb said, Im the Gardener.This was extremely not good, Miranda decided.I wasnt very impressed with the front lawn, Sibby told him.Im not that kind of Gardener. Its a nickname. They call me that because-Actually, Im not even vaguely interested. I dont know what youre planning, Plant Boy-Gardener, he corrected, going a touch red. but if you need to know where Im mantic to be picked up by the Overseer, then you have to keep me alive, right? So you cant exactly threaten me with death.Not death, no. But pain. He addressed the man. Go get me my tools, Byron.As the man left the room, Sibby said, Im not going to tell you anything.Deputy Reynolds circled around so he was tilt over her chair, his back to the window.Listen to me- he said, his heartbeat slowing down suddenly.Miranda did a round-off, smashing through the window feet first, then knocked him unconscious with a side kick to the neck before he could turn around. She bent to whisper, Sorry, in his ear, decided as punishment not to tell him about the aspirins, grabbed Sibby, sprinted to the car, and stepped on the gas.Prom Nights from Hell Chapter SixYun Suns voice grew sharp. Frankie, noIm much(prenominal) an idiot-why didnt I think of it before?Wait. Dont do it, dont make the- She broke off. I heard a whoops, followed by drunken apologies and someone saying, Oh, I love your dress It sounded like everyone was having fun. Id soon be having fun with them.I made it to the den and approached the bookshelf where Id left the redolence. I patted the tops of the books and then the space behind them. My fingers found softness, like petals of skin.Im back, Yun Sun said. The background sounds had diminished, suggesting shed stepped outside. And, Frankie, I know youre hurting. I know that. But what happened to give was just a coincidence. A alarming, terrible coincidence.Call it what you want, I said. Im making my second wish. I plucked the corsage from behind the books.Yun Suns anxiety intensified. Frankie, no, you cantWhy not?He fell from three hundred feet His body was they said he was mangled beyond thats why they had a closed casket, remember?So?Hes been rotting in a coffin for thirteen days she cried.Yun Sun, that is a tasteless thing to say. Honestly, if it were Jeremy being brought back to living, would we even be having this conversation? I drew the flowers to my face, quietly touching the petals with my lips. Listen, Ive got to go. But save some punch for me And Will Ooo, make that lots of punch for Will-I bet hell be absolutely crazed with craveI flipped my phone shut. I held the corsage aloft.I wish for Will to be alive again I cried exultantly.The stench of decay change the air. The corsage c urled, as if the petals were shrinking in on themselves. I flung it away on autopilot, just as Id shake off an earwig that chanced to light on my hand. But whatever. The corsage wasnt important. What was important was Will. Where was he?I glanced around, ridiculously expecting him to be sitting on the sofa, looking at me like Youre scared of a bunch of dried flowers? PitifulThe sofa was empty, a gloomy, looming shape by the wall.I darted to the window and peered out. Nothing. only the wind, fluttering the leaves on the trees.Will? I said.Again nothing. A tremendous well of disappointment opened inner me, and I sank into my fathers leather armchair.Stupid Frankie. Stupid, foolish, pathetic me.Time passed. Cicadas chirped.Stupid cicadas.And then, so faint, a thud. And then another. I straightened my spine.Gravel popped on the road or maybe the driveway? The thuds came closer. They were labored and with the odd offbeat of a limp, or of something being dragged.I strained to hear.There -a thump, ten feet away on the porch. A thump that was distinctly inhuman.My throat closed as Yun Suns words wormed back to me. Mangled, shed said. Rotting. I wasnt paying attention before. Now it was too late. What had I done?I jumped out of the chair and fled to the entry hall, safe from the eyes of anyone-or anything-who cleverness choose to peer through the dens wide windows. What, exactly, had I brought back to life?A knock echoed through the house. I whimpered, then clapped my hand over my mouth.Frankie? a voice called. Im, uh yikes. Im kind of a mess. He laughed his self-deprecating laugh. But Im here. Thats the important thing. Im here to take you to promWe dont have to go to prom, I said. Was that me sounding so shrill? Who needs prom? I mean, ill Yeah, sure, this from the girl who would kill for the perfect romantic evening. The knob rattled. Arent you going to let me in?I hyperventilated.There was a series of plops, like mature strawberries being dropped into the trash , and then, Aw, dude. Not good.Will? I whispered.This is so uncool but do you have any stain remover?Holy crap. Holy, holy, holy crap.Youre not mad, are you? Will asked. He sounded worried. I came as fast as I could. But it was so frickin weird, Frankie. Because, likeMy mind flew to airless caskets, deep in the ground. Please, no, I thought.Forget it. It was weird-lets leave it at that. He tried to lighten things up. Now are you going to let me in, or what? Im locomote to pieces out hereI pressed my body against the hall wall. My knees buckled, I wasnt doing too well with muscle control, but I reminded myself that I was safe behind the solid front door. Whatever else he was, Will was becalm flesh and bones. Well, partially. But not yet a ghost who could move through walls.Will, youve got to go, I said. I made a mistake, okay?A mistake? What do you mean? His confusion broke my heart.Its just oh God. I started inst. Were not right for each other anymore. You understand, dont you?No , I dont. You wanted me to ask you to prom, so I asked you to prom. And now for no good reason ohhh I get itYou do?You dont want me to see you Thats it, isnt it? Youre nervous about how you lookUm Should I run with this? Should I say yes just so he would leave?Frankie. Dude. You have nothing to worry about. He laughed. One, youre beautiful and two, compared to me, theres no way you wont look like I dont know, an angel from heaven.He sounded relieved, as if hed had a niggling sense of something being off, but couldnt quite place his finger on it. But now he knew It was Frankie having self-esteem issues, thats all Silly FrankieI heard a shuffling, and then the bump of a small wooden lid. My body tensed, because I knew that bump.The milk box-crap. Hed remembered the key in the milk box.Im letting myself in, he called, slump-thumping back to the front door. Kay, Franks? Cause all of a sudden Im, like, dying to see youHe laughed, jubilant. I mean, wait, that came out wrong but, heck, gue ss thats the theme of the night. Everythings approach path out wrong-and I do mean everythingI fled to the den, where I got on my hands and knees and frantically patted the floor. If only it werent so darkThe deadbolt stuck, and Will jangled the key. His breathing was clotted.Im coming, Frankie he called. Jangle, jangle. Im coming as fast as I canMy fear ratcheted so high that I was thrown into an altered state of reality. I was gasping and crying out, I could hear myself, and my hands were blind feelers, pawing and slapping as I crawled.With a thunk, the bolt slid home.Yes, Will crowed.The door swished over the frayed carpet at the exact instant my fingers closed on the crumbling corsage.Frankie? Why is it so dark? And why arent you-I squeezed my eyes shut and spoke my final wish.All sounds ceased, save for the rustle of wind in the leaves. The door, continuing its slow trajectory, bumped against the doorjamb. I stayed where I was on the floor. I sobbed, because my heart was break ing. No, my heart was broken.After some(prenominal) moments, the cicadas once again took up their yearning chorus. I rose to my feet, stumbled crosswise the room, and stood, shivering, in the open doorway. Outside, a pale shaft of moonlight shone on the deserted road.Prom Nights from Hell Chapter SixIm too immobilise to do anything to stop him, really. Well, okay, as the initial shock of it is wearing off, I find I dont want to stop him. Im stunned to realize that well, I like how it feels, being in tenners arms. It feels good. It feels safe. It feels warm. It feels well, almost as if I were a normal girl, for a change.Not the new girl. Not the exterminators daughter. practiced me. Mary.Its a feeling I could get used to.Mary, Adam says. Hes so much taller than me that his breath tickles the tendrils that have fallen from the updo that Ive twisted my hair into. I dont mind, though, because his breath smells good.I look up at him dreamily. I cant believe I never noticed-really not iced-how handsome he is before now. Well, last night, actually. Or maybe I noticed, but it never really registered, because what would a guy like him ever see in a girl like me? In a million years, I never thought Id end up at the prom with Adam BlumAnd okay, sure, he only asked me because he obviously feels dingy for me, on account of my render being a vampire and all. But still.Hmmm? I say, smiling up at him.Uh. Adam seems uncomfortable, for some reason. I was wondering if-you know, when this is all over, and youve dusted Drake, and Lila and Ted are back together-youd want to, umOh God. Whats happening? Is he is he about to ask me out?. Like on a real date? One that doesnt include sharp, pointy objects?No. This isnt happening. This is a dream or something. In a minute, Im going to wake up, and its all going to go away. Because how could such a thing even be achievable? I cant breathe, Im so sure Ill break whatever spell were both under if I doYes, Adam? I ask.Well. He cant see m to make eye contact anymore. Just if youd want to, you know, maybe hang out-Excuse me. The deep voice that interrupts Adam then is all too familiar. But may I have this dance?I close my eyes in frustration. I cannot believe this. I am never going to get a guy I actually like to ask me out at this rate. Never. Never. Never. I am going to stay a freak-the product of similar freaks-for the rest of my life. Why would a guy like Adam Blum ever want to go out with me in the first place? The child of a vampire and a mad scientist? Lets face it. Not going to happen.And Ive had it. Ive had it up to here.Listen, you, I say, whirling around to face Sebastian Drake, whose blue eyes widen a little at the fire in mine. How dare you come oozing aroundBut then my voice trails off. Because suddenly all I can see are those eyes those hypnotically blue eyes, which suddenly make me feel like I could dive into them, letting their warmth wash over me in sweet, soft wavesIts true hes no Adam Blum. But h es looking at me in a way that makes it clear he knows that, and that hes sorry for it, and that hes going to do everything he can to make it up to me more than make it up to me, evenAnd the next thing I know, Sebastian Drake is taking me into his arms-gently, so gently-and leading me from the dance floor toward a set of French doors through which I can see a night-darkened garden, bathed in twinkling nance lights and moonlight just the kind of place to which youd expect to be led by the golden-haired strikeant of a Transylvanian count.Im so glad we last have the chance to meet, Sebastian is saying to me in a voice that seems to caress me like a feather-soft touch. Everyone and everything weve left behind us-the other couples Adam a stunned Lila, staring after us jealously Ted, staring jealously at her even the streamers and rosettes-seems to run away as if all that exists in the world is me, the garden that I find myself in, and Sebastian Drake.Who is stretching up to smooth s ome loose tendrils away from my face.In a dim, inner recess of my mind, I remember that Im supposed to be afraid of him to hate him, even. Only I cant think why. How could I possibly hate someone as handsome and sweet and gentle as he is? He wants to make me feel better. He wants to help me.You see? Sebastian Drake is saying, as he lifts one of my hands and presses it, softly, against his lips. Im not so terrifying, am I? Im just like you, actually. Just the child of-lets face it-a very formidable person, whos trying to figure out his own place in the world. We have our burdens, do we not, you and I, Mary? Your mother says hello, by the way.M-my mother? My brain seems to be as filled with becloud as this garden were standing in. Because while I can bear witness my mothers face, I cant remember how Sebastian Drake could possibly know her.Yes, Sebastian says, his lips now moving from my hand and up toward the crook of my elbow. His mouth feels like liquid fire against my skin. She m isses you, you know. She doesnt understand why you wont join her. Shes so happy now she doesnt know the pain of illness or the indignity of aging or the heartbreak of loneliness. His lips are on my stark shoulder now. Im having trouble breathing. But in a good way. She is surrounded by beauty and love just like you could be, Mary. His lips are by my throat. His breath, so warm, has seemed to cause my spine to go limp. But its all right, because one of his strong arms has gone around my waist, and hes holding me up, even as my body, as if of its own volition, is arching backward, allowing him an unobstructed view of my bare throat.Mary, he whispers against my neck.And I feel so peaceful, so serene-something I havent felt in years, not since Mom left-that my eyelids drift closedAnd the next thing I know, something cold and wet hits me in the neck.Ow, I say, opening my eyes and slapping a hand there then pulling it away to find my fingers slick with some kind of clear moisture.Sorry, Adam calls from where hes standing a few feet away, his arms stretched out in front of him, the mouth of his Beretta 9mm weewee pistol aimed right at me. I missed.A second later, I am gasping for air as a thick cloud of acrid, burning smoke hits me in the face. Coughing, I stagger away from the man who, just seconds before, had been holding me so tenderly, but is now clutching at his smoldering chest. Wha- Sebastian Drake gasps, dog pound at the flames leaping from his chest. What is this?Just a little holy water, dude, Adam says, as he continues pumping away at Drakes chest. Shouldnt bother you. Unless, of course, youre a member of the undead. Which, unfortunately for you, it appears you are.And a second later, Ive come back to my senses and am reaching beneath my skirt for my stake.Sebastian Drake, I hiss, as he sinks to his knees before me, scream in pain. And rage. This is for my mother.And I plunge the hand-carved piece of ash deep into the place where his heart would have b een.If hed had one.Ted, Lila says, in a syrupy voice, as her associate lies across the contoured plastic bench with his head in her lap.Yes? Ted asks, looking up at her adoringly.No, Lila says. Thats what Im get for my tattoo next time Im in Cancn. across the small of my back. The word Ted. So from now on, everyone will know I belong to you.Oh, honey, Ted says. And pulls her head down so he can overreach his tongue in her mouth.Oh my God, I say, looking away.I know. Adams returned from throwing a glow-in-the-dark twelve-pound wheel ball down the disco-lit lane. I almost liked her better when she was under Drakes spell. But I guess it works out better this way. Tedll hurt a lot less than Sebastian. That was a strike, by the way. In grimace you missed it. He slides onto the bench beside me and looks down at the scoring cerement in the glow of the lamp just above my head. Well, what do you know? Im winning.Dont get cocky, I say. Although I have to admit, he has a lot to bodge a bout. Not just winning at Night Strike roll, either.Just tell me, I say as he reaches up and finally pulls off his bow tie. Even in the weird disco lights of Bowlmor Lanes-the bowl alley where wed retreated for our post-prom activities, a mere nine-dollar cab ride from the Waldorf-Adam still looks obscenely handsome. Whered you get the holy water?You gave a bunch of it to Ted, Adam says, looking down at me in some surprise. Remember?But howd you get the idea to put it in the water gun? I demand. Im still reeling from the evenings earlier activities. Midnight bowling is fun and all. But nothing can really compare with slaying a two-hundred-year-old vampire at the prom. besides bad hed fizzled into ash out in the garden, where no one but Adam and I could see it. Wed have been voted prom king and pansy for sure, instead of Lila and Ted, who are both still wearing their crowns although theyve tilted a little rakishly, due to all the caressing.I dont know, Mare, Adam says, filling in his own score. It just seemed like a good idea at the time.Mare. No one has ever called me Mare before.But how did you know? I ask. I mean, that Drake had-well, whatever? I mean, how could you tell that I wasnt faking it? To lull him into a false sense of security?You mean besides the fact that he was about to bite you on the neck? Adam raises a single dark brow. And that you werent doing a damned thing to stop him? Yeah, I had a pretty good idea of what was going on.Id have snapped out of it, I assure him, with a confidence I most definitely do not feel, as soon as I felt his teeth.No, Adam says. Now hes grinning down at me, his face illuminated by the light from the scoring desks single lamp. The rest of the bowling alley is in darkness, except for the balls and pins, which glow with an eerie fluorescence. You wouldnt have. Admit it, Mary. You needed me back there.His face is so close to mine-closer than Sebastian Drakes ever got.Only instead of feeling as if I could dive into his gaze, I feel as if Im about to melt under it. My heartbeat staggers.Yeah, I say, unable to keep my gaze from drifting toward his lips. I guess I kinda did.We make a good team, Adam says. His own gaze, I cant help noticing, isnt straying far from my mouth, either. Wouldnt you say? I mean, especially in light of the coming apocalyptic military issue? When Drakes dad finds out what we did tonight?I cant help gasping a little at that.Thats right, I cry. Oh, Adam Hes not just going to come after me. Hes going to come after you, tooYou know, Adam says. And now his gaze has drifted from my mouth, and downward. I really do like that dress. It goes great with bowling shoes.Adam, I say. This is serious genus Dracula could be getting ready to descend upon Manhattan at any moment, and were wasting time bowling Weve got to start getting ready We need to prepare a counterattack. We need to-Mary, Adam says. Dracula can wait.But-Mary, Adam says. Shut up. And I do. Because Im too busy kissing him back to do anything else.Besides, hes right. Dracula can wait.