Immortal Hearts

  “She’s Alexander’s sister,” I said instead. “And I don’t want you to cramp my style.”

  “You don’t have style!” my brother barked.

  “Well, if you don’t think I do, then why do you want to invite Stormy? She dresses like I do.”

  “Because…” he started, “I thought it was the nice thing to do.”

  I felt awful. It was really sweet of him to want to take Stormy to the dance. But I couldn’t [I c>

  Stormy was cool and cute. I could see why Billy Boy liked her, and I believed he genuinely did. But I had to think of a way out of the situation and ensure that Billy wouldn’t want to take her to the dance.

  “Well, if she goes, then I do, too,” I threatened.

  “I think that just killed the invite,” my dad said.

  “I thought so.” I grinned like a chess champion.

  “Fine,” Billy said. “But bring Alexander, too.”

  My grin soured as I realized who was the champion after all. And it wasn’t me.

  “But she can’t go!” I said to Alexander later that evening at the Mansion when I told him about Billy’s invitation to the middle school dance. We were in his attic room while Stormy was being tutored by Jameson, who, I now knew, was in fact a half-vampire.

  “Why not?” Alexander asked. “She’ll be so excited.”

  “Because my brother is a nerd.”

  “He is not,” Alexander said with a chuckle. “He’s perfectly normal.”

  “And he doesn’t know the truth about you and Stormy. That you both are vampires.”

  “I don’t think that will be an issue.”

  “How can it not be?” I questioned worriedly. “He’s very curious.”

  “Relax, Raven. It’s just a dance. They’ll be fine.”

  “There’s one other problem,” I began. I was hoping this would be the deal breaker that could shut the whole dance invite down. “I told Billy if he goes, so do I.”

  “You’ll be his chaperone?” he asked.

  “Uh … and so will you.”

  I was ready for everything to be called off right there and then. This was my excuse. I would tell Billy that Alexander refused to go.

  But Alexander tilted his head and smiled brightly. “Okay,” he said. “What should I wear?”

  I was surprised that Alexander was game for us chaperoning. Instead of rolling his eyes, he seemed to like the idea that Billy wanted him to go, too.

  “You want to go?” I asked, half whining.

  “Sure. I think it will be fun.”

  “You’re not worried about your sister going to a dance with a bunch of mortals?”

  “No, I think it would be good for her. I like the solitude of the Mansion. But Stormy, she’s not like me. She needs to be social as much as she needs to drink blood.”

  I wasn’t expecting Alexander to be so excited about the fall dance. I thought if he wasn’t game, we’d be able to get out of it, thus blocking Billy from taking Stormy. Since I loathed the idea of going to my brother’s school dance, I felt torn. I would much rather be running around tombstones than chaperoning a dance, but going anywhere with Alexander was better than not being with him at all.

  “All right,” I said. I couldn’t imagine that my brother and I would both be on the arms of vampires. “But no one gets bitten unless it’s me.”

  Later that night, Alexander and I arrived at the Crypt. I preferred dancing at the club to my brother’s school gymnasium.

  I was bopping on the dance floor while Alexander was talking to Sebastian when Jagger spotted me as he headed to the bar.

  “So…” Jagger said. “You really like it here, do you?”

  “I love it. I have to admit, despite your history with Alexander, you really do have talent,” I said, and stepped off the dance floor to talk to him and catch my breath.

  “You think so?” he asked, his white hair cascading over his blue and green eyes.

  “Look at this. You have all of Dullsville High here. They love it.”

  “But you do, too?” he asked with a mischievous and playful grin.

  “I love it the most. Are you kidding?”

  “Why?” he asked in a serious and deliberate tone. “Why do you think you belong with us more than your own kind?”

  “It’s just who I am. That’s all that I can say. I was born this way.”

  “And I was, too. I’m surprised Alexander didn’t turn you the first moment he saw you. I would have.”

  Jagger’s back was to Alexander, but I could see my boyfriend keeping a watchful eye on us from across the room.

  “What do you mean by that?” I asked.

  “He’s a vampire. It’s enough to prey upon a young mortal—but to have one willing? It’s a travesty not to take advantage of the situation.”

  “Well, that’s where you both are different.”

  “He’s not like us,” Jagger said with intensity.

  “He’s not like anyone. That’s why I love him.”

  “But there are others you can be with. Others who can make your wish come true. At the Coffin Club. Here.”

  I didn’t like Jagger insinuating anything about my relationship with Alexander, or that I’d consider being turned by anyone else.

  “But it doesn’t matter—just as long as it’s with Alexander.”

  “Really,” he said. “Is that what you feel down in your soul? You said you were born this way. That was a long time before you met Alexander. Don’t you wonder about what you are missing?”

  I knew what I was missing. But I had to be patient.

  “What are you waiting for?” he asked.

  Just then Alexander appeared. There was a truce between the two, but he glared at his former nemesis. Alexander wasn’t too possessive of me—and he didn’t need to be. I wasn’t the kind who flirted with just anyone. But I could tell there was an underlying mistrust of the Maxwells that went as deep as blood.

  9 Night Fever

  I wanted Billy to have a positive experience for his first dance, and I wanted to make sure he’d treat Stormy to the gentlemanly behavior that Alexander always showed me. I didn’t want my brother to act like the Nerd Boy that he was, so I brought in reinforcements—my mother.

  She dragged us both to Jack’s Department Store, and while she was outfitting Billy with a new suit, I browsed through the junior dresses. I had already decided on a dress at home, but I saw one on the clearance rack that caught my eye. It was a stunning strapless indigo-blue corset dress with hints of black feathers. Wow—I never found things like this in Dullsville, only during Halloween or at a thrift store.

  I took it off the rack and quickly read the size—which happened to be mine. I held it up to me and felt exhilarated. I checked out the price. It had been marked down several times. Who wouldn’t want this? I thought. But then I saw a few girls examining the dresses that weren’t marked down. And then I knew. It wasn’t their style, and it wasn’t full price. I took the dress back to the guys’ department to show my mo ^aid sre was am.

  I didn’t recognize my brother at first. There was a young man in a suit in front of the mirrors outside the changing room. My mom was fussing over him and trying to make sure the length of his pants was just right. I couldn’t believe that the handsome young man was the boy who had bugged me all my life.

  I was surprised at how grown up my brother looked wearing dress pants and a sport coat. I gave him a thumbs-up, and he appeared pleased by my fashion affirmation.

  I showed my mom the dress I’d picked out. “It’s on sale,” I said. “Can I get it?”

  “It’s beautiful,” she said. “Where did you find it?”

  “In the juniors. It’s my size, too.” I showed her the price.

  “We’ll take both,” my mom said cheerfully to the salesman.

  “It’s that time of year,” he said. “Fall dances.”

  My mom was overjoyed as the salesman rang up our purchases. “I never thought I’d see this day,” sh
e said joyfully. “Both of you going to a dance, and it being the same one.”

  “Neither did I,” my brother and I said in unison.

  The three of us went to our local florist to pick out a small wrist corsage for Stormy. Dullsville’s florist shop was a family-owned one-room store with a huge display of flowers, vases, and knickknacks. A friendly woman wearing a pink-and-green-striped apron was finishing up with another customer.

  “I’ll be right with you,” she said.

  Billy looked lost in the jungle of flowers without his cell, computer, or video games, clearly bored.

  “I don’t even know what she is wearing,” he said when I showed him a few flowers.

  Good point, I thought.

  “May I help you?” the florist asked, coming over to us.

  “We’ll need a small wrist corsage,” my mom said. “For a school dance.”

  “What color would you like?” she asked.

  Billy shrugged his shoulders. “Do you have something black?” Billy asked.

  The florist looked at Billy like he was deranged.

  “You are going cou panto a dance, not a funeral,” my mom teased. “How about pink?”

  Billy shook his head. “I’m not sure she’d like that.” Billy looked to me for help.

  “I know she likes purple,” I told him.

  “Yes, that’s what I want,” he said emphatically. “Purple.”

  The florist showed us several purple flowers. Billy was overwhelmed with which one to pick and turned to my mom and me for guidance. We narrowed them down, and Billy was still uncertain which one to choose. Floral arranging was out of my twelve-year-old brother’s skill set.

  “It’s okay,” I said. “They are all beautiful.”

  That gave Billy the confidence he needed, and he pointed to one to make the final decision.

  The florist placed some baby’s breath around it and began to prepare it for a corsage.

  “How much longer?” Billy asked. I could tell he’d rather have been home playing Warcraft.

  “This will all be worth it,” I said, “when you see the look on her face.”

  That night Billy descended the staircase in his suit. I was already waiting in my new corset dress, so excited to have something new to wear in front of Alexander.

  I hated to admit that my pesky brother did look handsome when he came down the stairs in his navy suit.

  “Whose brother are you?” I teased.

  “Not yours,” he quipped.

  “You look terrific,” my dad said proudly.

  “You look gorgeous,” my mom gushed. Billy tensed up as my mom straightened his collar.

  “Get off,” he snarled.

  “I just need to adjust this,” she said. Then she took his chin and squeezed it. “You look so grown up.”

  “Mom—” he said.

  “We have to go,” I said, helping him out of the parental trap.

  “Wait—let me get a picture of you both,” she said.

  “No, Mom,” he whined. “We have to go.”

  “I need memories!” she exclaimed. “For my scrapbook.”

  My mom grabbed her camera. “Get together,” she said, gesturing for us to stand next to each other. We both moved like slugs.

  “C’mon. It won’t kill you to take one picture,” my dad commanded.

  Reluctantly, we stood side by side. I hadn’t noticed that Billy was nearly as tall as I was. In no time he’d be towering over me.

  “Smile,” she said.

  Billy and I grimaced.

  “Smile, already!” she repeated.

  “Okay,” we both said through grinning, gritted teeth.

  The flash burst, and we were both momentarily blinded.

  “One more,” she directed.

  “You said only one.” Billy was itching to go.

  “But what if that doesn’t turn out?” she asked.

  “Then you’ll know that one of us is a vampire,” I said.

  Billy headed for the door while I grabbed my sweater.

  “Knock ’em dead tonight,” my dad said.

  I couldn’t tell him that our dates were, in fact, undead.

  “I was hoping I’d get to meet Stormy, too,” my dad added.

  “That’s what happens when you have a son,” I said, opening the front door.

  My dad let me borrow the car, and we headed over to the Mansion. I was hoping that Billy would chicken out upon arriving at the haunted-looking house, but he didn’t. I think since he was with me he felt more at ease, or maybe he felt like he was becoming a man or something.

  I made him knock on the door.

  Jameson opened it slowly, like in a creepy silent movie. Billy was as nervous seeing Jameson as he was for his date. I couldn’t help but feel anxious for him.

  I put my hand on Billy’s shoulder. “I know she’ll be happy to see you,” I said.

  He turned back to me like I’d said the kindest words anyon ct wheie had ever said to him. At once, he stood up a little straighter and appeared at ease.

  “Good evening, Mr. Billy,” Jameson said.

  “Good evening, Jameson,” Billy said proudly.

  “Please come in. I know Miss Athena is almost ready.”

  “Who is Athena?” Billy whispered to me.

  “That’s Stormy’s real name,” I replied.

  “Oh. That’s really pretty.”

  Just then Alexander came down the stairs. He was so hot in his dark jacket and silken dress pants, I could feel my knees quiver just catching sight of him. I couldn’t believe that someone so handsome was indeed my boyfriend. His face brightened when he saw me.

  “You look beautiful,” he said.

  He came over and gave me a tender kiss on the cheek. I wanted to swoon into his arms and have him carry me away. I had to remind myself that this was Billy and Stormy’s dance and not mine.

  Stormy descended the creaky old staircase in the dress I’d given her. The black corset minidress had sheer lace sleeves that just covered her pale shoulders and ruffled black and purple lace that made up the skirt. She wore knee-high black tights and witchy boots with purple laceups that matched the ties and lacing on her corset. Her hair was up in a small bun with several curls cascading down her cheeks. She was radiant.

  Billy politely handed her the flower box.

  “For me?” she asked sweetly.

  “Yes, we picked it out just for you,” Billy answered, his voice quavering slightly.

  Stormy opened it, and her eyes lit up. “It is beautiful!” she said.

  Billy shifted in his stance, a huge smile on his face.

  I helped her get the corsage out of the box and slipped it on her wrist.

  “And I have something for you, too,” Alexander said to me. He grabbed a small box off of the hallway table. “I hope you like it.”

  I opened it to find a brilliant blue flower. “It totally matches my dress!” I said. I gave him a quick kiss. “It’s perfect. How did you know?”

  “I had a little help from a friend,” he replied.

  My brother smiled proudly.

  I took it out of the box and tried my best to pin it on my dress.

  “Here, let me help you,” Alexander said.

  “Don’t prick your finger—” I said. “Or more importantly, mine.”

  Stormy and Billy watched as Alexander did his best not to draw blood out of either one of us.

  Jameson opened the Mansion door for us and we piled into the car. As Alexander drove us to the dance, I hoped Billy didn’t catch sight of his date missing in the rearview mirror.

  When we arrived at Dullsville Middle, Billy hopped out of the car and opened the door for Stormy. Alexander and I eagerly followed the pair into the building. Stormy wore my dress proudly; it fit her like a doll. She was beautiful and held her head high as she walked into the school next to Billy.

  The middle school appeared the same as when I went there and when I’d visited it to meet Henry for the first time. Posters, signs,
and handmade art peppered the hallways. Immediately we got stares from shocked attendees. We weren’t following typical Dullsville student dress code—me in my corset dress, Stormy in hers, and Alexander in his tailored, million-dollar dark silk suit. Billy looked in place, but the students and faculty eyed his strange entourage.

  Stormy seemed to glow in the school hallway. She responded like Alexander had when I’d brought him to Dullsville High for the first time. Since both Sterlings were homeschooled, they missed even the most mundane and minute things about school—a drinking fountain, a pep rally sign, a cafeteria. I’d have given all those things away for a coffin bed and a life without the sun. But I watched as Stormy took in the sights and smells of her new surroundings.

  Billy did his best to overcome his shyness. He showed Stormy every inch of the school as if he were the school administrator. I was secretly proud of my brother. He treated Stormy as a gentleman would, opening doors for her and, once they were inside the gymnasium, offering her a drink.

  The gymnasium was slightly transformed from a basketball court into the middle school’s fall dance. Leaves decorated the walls alongside GO, EAGLES banners. A long table held refreshments—bottled water, sodas, and juices—while another one had baskets filled with snacks. A dozen more cafeteria tables with plenty of seats lined the dance floor, and a DJ spun a slow love song.

  What I hadn’t anticipated were girls who seemed threatened by Stormy’s presence. Especially the girl I’d once seen at a Math Club party. She stared at Alexander’s sister with a jealous glare.

  No one was out on the dance floor. Instead, all the students were sitting at the tables or hanging out by the snack area. Most of the girls were talking to ce t>

  “I haven’t been to many school dances. Is this what it’s really like?” I asked Alexander.

  “I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t even go to school.”

  We both laughed.

  “Why isn’t anyone dancing?” Stormy asked Billy.

  He shrugged his shoulders.

  “Are we going to dance?” Stormy asked.

  “Uh … sure.” He pulled awkwardly at his tie. “But maybe we should wait for a bit until some others start.”