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This book is dedicated to my family: Michele,
Shaylee, David, Maya, and Parker. Without the sacrifices
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CHAPTER ONE
THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT LILY
A general rule of thumb is that vampires make bad neighbors. It’s not a hard and fast rule, but it’s one that you have to at least be aware of. Not that I’m even sure that mine are really vampires, but there’s at least some suspicion. Mostly from my cousin Tommy.
It’s tough to argue with him about it since he seems to have a knack for sniffing these things out.
You see, Tommy is something of a conspiracy theorist when it comes to the supernatural.
To be fair, he’s probably studied this stuff more than any twelve-year-old ever should. Not that I can blame him. Because, for one, we live in the town of Gravesend, where pretty much anywhere you turn you run into some sort of weird or creepy thing happening. And two, it’s entirely possible that there’s already been some circumstantial evidence that my across-the-street neighbors might be a little more than they seem. Mainly the fact that they’ve lived there for four months already, and not once have I ever seen them during the day. A fact that Tommy reminds me of every chance he gets.
There’s also the fact that we did see movers bringing a coffin into the house. Even though they said it was a prop from some movie, and that the owner was a collector or actor or something, it still set off a few alarm bells.
The worst part about all of this? Tommy. It was bad enough that he thought he knew everything. If he was right about this, there’d be no living with him.
And it didn’t help matters that only a few months earlier he had been right about a mob of marauding stuffed animals coming to life, but that’s another story.
So, I guess right now he feels he like should get a little benefit of the doubt. And he probably should, but I mean, seriously, vampires are so last century.
Anyway, to be completely honest, there was also one other reason why I brushed all talk of vampires aside.
A girl.
Problem was, I didn’t even know her name.
The only things I could tell you were she was around my age, maybe a little taller than me, and had long, dark hair. I also imagined her to have a bright smile and, for some reason, a great laugh, but I really couldn’t tell you for sure, because we’d never even said one word to each other. But there was just something different about her. Something that drew me to her.
Still, it would’ve been nice to know something. I didn’t even know what school she went to. All I knew was that it wasn’t mine and that for the last several months, ever since she moved in across the street, I did just about anything to be outside at the same time that she was. Every night after school I would peek through my window, and if she took out the trash, so would I. If she went out to her yard for something, I’d go for a walk. Anything, really, just to get a chance to see her.
Talking though, that was another matter.
I think there might have been a momentary meeting of the eyes once, but I couldn’t swear to it.
I kept hoping that the next time would be the time we’d speak. So far, I’d done this routine night after night and week after week for the past few months. She usually came out at the same time, right after dinner, and it was great. Well, except for the speaking part. Unfortunately, there were other times when a monkey wrench got thrown into my plans.
And that wrench happened to be eight years old and the number-one source of aggravation in my life.
My sister Abby.
“Mom! Devin’s spying on the neighbor again!”
Even though Abby was four years younger, somehow she was the one who would usually torment me. I had to admit, though, she did a very good job of it.
“I’m not spying!” I knew it sounded hollow.
Mom walked into the room. “Abby, leave him alone.” She turned to me and smiled. “The girl across the street?”
I just about wanted to die right there, but tried to play it off. “What girl across the street?”
Abby’s brow furrowed. “You can stop pretending. Everybody knows you like her.”
I glared at her. “Everybody knows you’re annoying too, but it doesn’t stop you from doing it.”
Abby stomped her foot. “Mom!”
“Devin!”
“Dad!” I pleaded, but from the sounds of his snores coming from the couch, I knew he’d be no help. I sighed. “I don’t even know who you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, right.” Abby thrust her arm toward the window. “Look, there she is!”
I whipped my head around, but the only thing there was the first glimpse of the moon appearing in the sky.
Abby laughed. “See? You’re not fooling anyone.”
That right there is everything you need to know about Abby.
Mom walked over to the window and peered out. “Well, I think it’s cute.” She craned her neck to look some more. “I don’t think I’ve ever really seen her too much. Maybe I’ll invite her family over for dinner.”
I threw my hands out in front of me. “No! No dinner. Remember what happened the last time you invited a neighbor to dinner?”
She turned back to us. “Yes, we made a nice friend, and Herb gets the two of you toys from his company all the time.”
“When they don’t try to kill us,” I said.
Mom frowned. “Devin, that’s enough. Anyway, we’re going to eat dinner soon, and I don’t want either of you up late. We’re all going to the mall early tomorrow.”
I rolled my eyes. “The mall? I don’t want to go to the mall. It’s spring break. I want to relax.”
“There’ll be plenty of time to play this week. I want to get there early and get a nice family picture with the Easter Bunny.”
I felt my breath leave me. “Please, no bunnies.”
Mom shot me a look. “Devin, there’s no reason to be scared of bunnies anymore.”
“I’m not scared, but I’m too old to take pictures with the Easter Bunny.”
Abby gasped. “We’re not going to see the Easter Bunny tomorrow?” She stomped her foot. “But I want to see the Easter Bunny!”
Mom’s nostrils flared. She glanced at Abby, and then looked back at me. She gritted her teeth. “It’s going to be Easter soon, and we’re going to take a family picture with the
bunny!”
I recognized that tone well. It meant that no matter what I said or what points I made, we were going to take a picture with the Easter Bunny tomorrow morning.
The doorbell rang.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“I told you that Tommy’s coming to sleep over for a few nights.”
I had totally forgotten that he was staying with us while his parents were going on a seven-day cruise. They were calling it their “second honeymoon.” For some reason, they didn’t want to bring him along.
All I knew was that it meant having to be stuck with him for a week.
Mom headed for the door, and Abby trailed after her.
I waited a second until they left and then ran to the window. My shoulders sagged. Still no sign of her.
“You’re looking in the wrong spot,” said a voice from behind me.
I turned to see Tommy walking in, carrying a backpack.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
He hitched his thumb over his shoulder. “Your girlfriend isn’t across the street.”
I winced. “Shhhh!” I glanced at the couch, but Dad was still snoring away. I waited a second to be sure he was still sleeping and turned back to Tommy. “Will you stop saying that? Abby is already making me miserable about it, and now my mom is starting too. I don’t want them talking about her.”
He snorted. “Well, it’s too late for that.”
My heart dropped. “What do you mean?”
He pointed toward the door. “It means that right this very second, your mom and Abby are out in front of your house, talking to your girlfriend.”
A fog came over me, like his words slowed and echoed throughout the room. Mom and Abby … talking to her … before me? “You’re lying, and she’s not my girlfriend.”
Tommy shook his head. “Relax, I don’t actually think she’s your girlfriend. It’s probably not even possible with her being a vampire and all. Dating would be difficult, unless you only see her at night.”
“Stop it. She’s not a vampire.”
“They had a coffin. They’re vampires,” Tommy said.
“The movers said they collected movie memorabilia. I bet he’s an actor.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Then why have we never seen him?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe he’s just shy. It doesn’t mean he’s a vampire.”
Tommy shot me a look, like he didn’t believe me. “A shy actor? No way. They all love the spotlight. And besides, we’ve gone near her house a ton of times already and have never seen him. And that’s not even talking about her.”
“What about her?”
“You’ve still never seen her during the day?”
I thought a moment and frowned. “No, but we have school.”
Tommy shook his head. “On weekends there’s no school, and we never see her during the day then.” He paused a moment. His eyes widened. “Wait a second. I got it.” He pounded his fist into his hand. “It’s possible that she’s his human caretaker or eternal slave, forced to guard the vampire while he sleeps.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “This is way worse than I thought.”
I sighed. “Okay, seriously, you’ve been watching way too many movies.”
“Whatever you say. But when you wake up dead one night, drained of all your blood, you’ll wish you had listened to me.”
“How would I wake up dead? That’s doesn’t even make any sense. It’s impossible.”
He rolled his eyes. “It’s not impossible, because you’d be undead. Dead … but un.”
“You’re a moron.”
“Yeah, would a moron bring this?” He ripped open his backpack.
The smell hit me right away. I waved my hand in front of my nose. “Is that—”
He nodded. “Yep! Garlic. Don’t worry, I brought enough for both of us.”
I coughed, and my eyes teared up. “You brought enough for an army. Now put that away before you stink up the whole house.” I took a peek at the front door. “I’m going out to see what’s going on.”
“I’ll go with you.”
“Okay.” I pointed to the backpack. “But leave that here.”
He frowned and shoved everything back in. “Fine.”
We marched across the room and opened the door.
I stopped in my tracks. There were certain moments in life where no words could do justice to the images you saw. This was one of them.
Standing in front of the house was Mom, with Abby by her side. And just like Tommy said, they were talking to the girl from across the street.
My heart thumped.
They all turned toward us.
I opened my mouth but no words came out.
“Oh, there they are,” Mom said.
The girl looked at me. Her eyes sparkled.
Everything inside me felt like it was twisting into knots.
Mom pointed to us. “That’s Devin and my nephew, Tommy.” She put her hand on the girl’s back. “And this is our neighbor, Lily.”
Lily waved. “Hi.”
I lifted my hand partway. “Hi.” It squeaked out.
Abby peered out from behind Mom and smirked.
“Devin,” Mom said. “Lily is here about an event at her school.” She turned to Lily. “Do you want to tell him about it?”
She smiled and her whole face lit up. “I was just telling your mom that this Friday night my school is having a dance to try to get new students. It’s going to be really great. You should come.”
“Your school?” I asked.
Mom interrupted. “Yes, Lily goes to a private school in the area. That’s why you don’t see her in yours.”
I winced. Just great. Now Lily knew we’d been discussing her. Thanks, Mom.
If Lily realized it, she didn’t let on. “We’re supposed to bring as many people as we can, and since I’ve seen you around the neighborhood, I thought maybe you might like to go?”
“Devin would loooooove to go,” Abby sang.
I gritted my teeth and glared at her.
Mom swatted Abby lightly on her head. “Quiet.”
“Ow!” Abby yelled.
“What school do you go to?” I asked.
“Nosfer Academy,” Lily said.
I blinked. “I never heard of it.”
Lily shrugged. “Well, the whole name is Nosfer Academy of Talented Understudies.” She laughed. “We’re all understudies until we graduate. Then we become trained actors. It’s a performing arts school.”
“Did you say actor?” I glanced at Tommy.
He frowned.
Mom clasped her hands together. “Oh, I love theater! I used to perform in high school. I played the part of third munchkin in our senior production of The Wizard of Oz!” She turned to me. “I wish Devin would show an interest in acting.”
Lily smiled. “Well, maybe after he sees the school he’ll want to transfer and become one of us.” She pointed. “And your cousin can come to the dance too.”
Tommy took a step behind me. “I’ll go get the garlic,” he whispered.
I elbowed him in the chest.
“So, what do you say?” Mom asked. “Do you want to go?”
I took a peek at Mom and turned back to Lily. This was the closest I’d ever been to her, and she was even prettier than I thought. There was just something about her.
“Uh …” Oh no! The words were stuck in my throat!
Abby giggled. “He wants to go.”
Mom swatted her again.
“Ow!” Abby rubbed her head.
Thankfully, Mom cut in. “We’ll discuss it, and he’ll let you know tomorrow, okay?”
“Absolutely.” She turned and looked back across the street. “Well, I’d better get going. My dad’s probably waiting for me to come back so we can go for dinner.”
Mom arched an eyebrow. “Oh? It’s just you and your dad?”
Lily looked away. She wiped at her eye. “Yeah, my mom’s no longer with us.”
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p; Mom’s bottom lip pushed out. “I’m so sorry to hear that.”
Lily nodded slowly. “Thank you. It happened a long time ago. She had a rare blood disorder. I don’t like to talk about it.”
Tommy cleared his throat. I ignored him.
“Well,” Mom said. “You tell your dad that we’d love to have you over for dinner sometime.”
Lily’s face brightened. “Really? Is that an invitation?”
Tommy gulped behind me.
Mom nodded. “Yes, it is. Anytime.”
Lily eyed me for a moment, and smiled again “That’s great, thank you. You don’t know how happy that’ll make him. We always go out to eat or order in; it’ll be nice to have something home-cooked for once.” She turned to me. “It was nice meeting you, Devin and Tommy.”
I opened my mouth, but still nothing.
She waved and ran across the street to her house.
Tommy put his hand on my shoulder, leaned in, and whispered, “I told you before, and you didn’t believe me. You have a vampire problem.”
CHAPTER TWO
THE VR FILE
There are times in everyone’s life when they make choices that they’ll later regret. Discussing Lily—and the dance she invited me to—with Tommy was sure to be one of mine.
The rain pelted against my window and streaks of lightning flashed.
Tommy paced back and forth across my room. “Okay, the way I see it, you have to turn down Lily’s invitation and hole up in your house for a little while. Not long, maybe only twenty or thirty years, until the next generation of kids is older.”
“Why would I turn down her invitation? I’ve wanted to talk to her ever since she moved in. And then she invites me to a dance? Yeah, good idea to turn her down.”
Tommy shook his head slowly. “Oh, Devin, Devin, Devin. Poor, naïve Devin.”
“What are you talking about now?”
He sighed. “Did you ever stop to think why the girl that you’ve been liking, but never spoken to, suddenly, out of the blue, comes over and invites you to a dance?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe she’s being nice.”
He waved me off. “Nobody’s that nice.”
I hated when he got like this. Always acting like he knew more than I did. “She’s new in the neighborhood. Maybe this is her way of reaching out to make friends?”