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Coffin Club, and, most important, my boyfriend. The load I�d been carrying in silence was too heavy on my temporarily rose-tattooed shoulders. I weighed my thoughts. If Becky knew Alexander�s true identity, then she�d surely blab the facts to Matt. I knew he was more tight-lipped than Becky. Guys didn�t gossip�I didn�t even know Alexander had a best friend! But this news was bigger than a footnote to a byline. This was front-page Dullsville Gazette breaking news. �Vampires Alive�or Undead�Atop Benson Hill.� And if this information did slip out at practice or a game, then Trevor Mitchell would know. Not only would Alexander have to return to Romania, but it would be imperative that he never inhabit Dullsville again. �What�s wrong?� Becky asked. �Alexander is a perfect match,� I said with a sigh. �I was just thinking how I didn�t want Sebastian to crowd us.��That�s totally normal. I get bummed when I have to share Matt with the entire soccer team. They talk about the most inane subjects, like ESPN and computer sports games. But I imagine Sebastian and Alexander are different from guys here. Is he an artist, too?� �I don�t know.� �They probably talk about world events,� she imagined aloud. �I don�t even know what they talk about,� I answered, clueless. �Well, what�s he like?� �He is hot�there�s no doubt about that. But other than that, I don�t know. He�s a total flirt and he likes electricity.� Becky laughed. �I think it�s a good thing. You can find out more about Alexander through him,� she said. She had a point. Sebastian possibly held the key to the Alexander I never knew. For a moment, I lost myself in thought as I lay back on the slide. I imagined a young version of our goateed guest and Alexander having sleepovers in the cemetery, dining with Dracula�s descendants, or flying in bat form over European cities. �Is he like Alexander?� she asked, awaking me from my daydream. �In some ways he is�but I�m still not sure.� �Well, we�ve been friends forever and we aren�t the same. It should be exciting to see what he�s all about.� Was Sebastian a real romantic or was he a player? Did he have a menacing streak like Jagger or more noble intentions like my own boyfriend? �I still can�t believe that for so many years Trevor and Matt were best friends,� Becky said to me, breaking me out of my fantasy. �It really turns my stomach. But I�m sure Sebastian is not like Trevor.� �Let�s hope not.� Becky and I were best friends but polar opposites. Were Alexander and his best friend like Matt and Trevor? I knew one thing for sure�I couldn�t wait to find out! Unlike when Alexander�s parents arrived in town, Alexander wasn�t keeping me a secret from Sebastian. I was invited to the Mansion as usual. Perhaps Sebastian�s arrival wasn�t a bad thing after all. He could show me the side of Alexander I�d never known, as Becky suggested. I biked over to the Mansion, hoping to get there just in time for the sun to set. I happily coasted down a hill and squeezed the brakes as I turned the corner to avoid any oncoming or parked cars. What I didn�t anticipate was an obstacle of another kind�a pack of runners. I barely avoided smacking into them and veered off into a small band of hedges instead. �Watch where you�re going, Monster Girl!� I heard a male voice call. I withdrew my bike from the bush and picked a few leaves off my hoodie. Trevor stormed over to me, flanked by a few soccer snobs, and held the handlebars of my bike so I couldn�t pass. �Where are you off to in such a hurry?� His stunning green eyes bore through me. �A corpse convention?� Even sweaty, Trevor was gorgeous. �What are you running away from?� I retorted. �Your mirror?� The soccer snobs laughed. Trevor�s already flushed face reddened like a sunburn. The Mansion loomed behind Trevor up ahead on Benson Hill, the sun moments