I climbed the narrow attic stairway and blew out the dripping candle. I entered his abandoned bedroom, which only two nights ago he had invited me into. His twin-sized mattress rested on the floor, unmade. Typical for any teenager, vampire or not. The easel in the corner was bare. I gazed at the paint splattered on the floor. All his artwork was gone, even the painting he had made for me--a portrait of me dressed for the Snow Ball, holding a pumpkin basket and a Snickers, sporting a spider ring and fake vampire teeth.
A black letter-sized envelope lay on top of a blood-red paint can, sitting underneath the easel. I held the piece of mail up to the moonlight. It was addressed to Alexander and had a Romanian stamp. There was no return address and the postmark was illegible. The envelope had been ripped open.
Curiosity getting the best of me, I reached my fingers inside and pulled out a red letter. In black ink it read:
Alexander,
HE IS ON HIS WAY!
Unfortunately the rest of the letter had been torn off. I didn't know who it was from or what it meant. I wondered what vital information it held--maybe a top secret location. It was like watching a movie and not seeing the ending. And who was he?
I walked to the window and stared up at the moon--the very window where his grandmother's ghost was rumored to have been seen. I felt a kinship with the baroness. She had lost the love of her life and was left to keep his secret in isolation. I wondered if that would be my fate as well. Where was Alexander headed? Back to Romania? I'd buy a ticket to Europe if I had to. I'd walk mansion door to mansion door to find him.
I wondered, if Alexander had stayed, what would have happened to him. If the town found out his identity, he could have been persecuted, taken away for scientific research, or paraded around as the top act in a sideshow. I imagined what would become of me. I might be interrogated by the FBI, hounded by tabloids, or forced to live in isolation, forever known as the Vampire Vulture.
I turned to leave his room when I saw a small booklet poking out from underneath his mattress. I took it to the attic window for closer inspection.
Had Alexander forgotten his passport? There was an empty spot where his photo had been torn out. I touched the space, wondering what picture a vampire could have taken.
I flipped through the pages. Stamps from England, Ireland, Italy, France, and the United States.
If I had Alexander's passport in my hand, he couldn't have gone back to Romania. No one can travel out of the country without a passport.
Now I had one thing I didn't have before.
Hope.
"Slow down!" my mom said when I burst through the kitchen door. "You're tracking mud all over the floor."
"I'll clean it later--" I said hurriedly. "I'd like to invite Alexander over for dinner this week," she offered, catching up to me. "We haven't seen him since the party. You've been keeping him all to yourself."
"Sure--" I mumbled. "We'll talk later. I'm going to study."
"Study? You've been studying since the party. Alexander has had a positive effect on you," she said.
If my mother only knew I had been holed up in my room, waiting for e-mails, calls, and letters that never arrived.
Billy Boy and my dad were watching a basketball game in the den.
"When's Alexander coming over?" Billy asked when I passed by.
What could I tell him? Maybe never?
I quickly settled for, "Not for a while. I don't want to overexpose him to suburbia. He might want to start playing golf."
"I think you've found yourself a keeper," my dad complimented.
"Thanks, Dad," I said, stopping for a moment, thinking of the family picnics, holidays, and vacations Alexander and I wouldn't be able to share. "Please don't disturb me," I ordered, heading toward my bat cave.
"Could she actually be doing homework?" Billy Boy asked my dad, surprised.
"I'm doing a report," I called back. "On vampires."
"I'm sure you'll get an A," my dad replied.
I locked myself in my bedroom and feverishly searched the Internet for any info on vampire hangouts where Alexander might be. New Orleans? New York? The six months sans sunlight of the North Pole? Would a vampire want to hide among the mortal population or isolate himself with his own kind?
Frustrated, I lay on my bed, boots still on, and stared at my bookshelves of Bram Stoker novels, movie posters of The Lost Boys and Dracula 2000, and my dresser top adorned with Hello Batty figures. But nothing gave me insight into where he might have gone.
I reached over to switch off my Edward Scissorhands lamp when I noticed on my nightstand the object that had gotten me into this mess: Ruby's compact!
Why hadn't I thought of her sooner? At the party, Jameson had asked her out for a date.
No one stands up Ruby--not even the undead!