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before I spotted you hiding in our bushes." "So you're not mad?" "I'm not through with you yet. Are you prepared to accept your punishment?" I nodded reluctantly. I wasn't sure what a vampire's punishment might be. But I was ready to find out. "I sentence you to a thousand kisses," he said. "Can I begin now?" He finally smiled. I pressed my lips to his and snuggled against him. When we broke away, I apologized again. "It's okay. It's time that you meet them. But for tonight, you'll have to settle for me." Alexander winked. And for the next hour I continued to fulfill my sentence. Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) *** Another letter arrived mysteriously-only this time it was at my house. "You have mail," my mom said when I got home the following day. "It's on the kitchen table." I wasn't used to receiving cards when it wasn't my birthday or a holiday. Even if it was a college brochure, I was excited something was addressed to me. A deep purple envelope lay next to our pastel blue salt and pepper shakers. In beautiful black calligraphy it read: Miss Raven Madison. Like Alexander's mail it was devoid of postmarks or stamps. On the back it had a candle-waxed pressed seal of an S. I almost tore into it when I remembered how Alexander opened his mail. "Mom," I called. "Do we have a letter opener?" "I think there's one in your dad's desk." I opened the French doors to my dad's office. He had a dark oak desk topped with family pictures. I scanned the desk for any sharp objects but didn't find anything other than a few pens and a golf tee. I was growing antsy and rifled through his desk drawer. Finally, underneath a file folder, I found a gold letter opener, the end in the shape of a tennis racket. I carefully slit open the envelope. I pulled out the note card and read: Mr. and Mrs. Constantine Sterling request the pleasure of jour company for dinner this Friday at sunset The Sterling Mansion Benson Hill
    It was official. I was finally going to meet Alexander's parents, and I had the invitation to prove it! 11
    What do I wear to meet parents?" I asked Becky in my bedroom later that day. "I don't have a thing! It's way different than trying to impress a guy. It has to be something striking yet appropriate." "Hello! You have a whole wardrobe that screams mansionwear!" "Really? You say the kindest things!" I exclaimed. Becky was stretched out on my bed reading one of her teen mags while I mixed and matched several outfits and modeled them. "They all look good to me." "But I have to look great! This one is too sexy," I said, holding a black bodice. "And this one is too casual," I said, holding up a HIM T-shirt. "How am I going to pull it off? This could make or break my relationship with Alexander." Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) "This mag is full of great styles." Becky opened to a spread. "For me? Are the girls modeling tattoos and tongue piercings?" "I don't think so. But that doesn't mean it can't help inspire you." "Alexander would drop dead if I showed up in a polka-dotted dress." "Just give it your spin. If they're showing striped Keds sneakers-then choose skull and crossbones Vans " It was great to have a best friend who understood me. But the models were beautiful and glowing in their candy-colored outfits. I guess I couldn't hide my slight jealousy of their perfect bodies. "Hey, everyone can be gorgeous with airbrushing," Becky remarked. "And we are fabulous without it!" "You really expect me to put my hair in a ponytail with plaid ribbon?" "No. You'd wear pigtails with an uneven part and black lace bows. Or better yet, Wednesday Addams braids." "You are onto something. Maybe we could start our own magazine. Something where the models dress like me. Gothicgirl !" "I'd buy it, I'd totally not wear anything in it, but I'd buy it," Becky assured me. "I'll be the editor, and we could have articles about music and