Prom Nights From Hell: Five Paranormal Stories. Meg Cabot

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      “Hold on.” Adam’s grip on my arm has gotten quite a bit looser. Unfortunately, now that I’m at liberty to do so, I don’t feel like smacking Lila anymore. I’m too disgusted. “What’s going on here?” Adam wants to know. “Who drinks blood? Are you talking about—Drake?”

      “Yes, Drake,” I say tersely.

      Adam stares down at me in disbelief, while beside him, his friend Ted whistles.

      “Man,” Ted says. “I knew there was something I didn’t like about that guy.”

      “Stop it!” Lila cries. “All of you! Listen to yourselves! Do you have any idea how bigoted you sound? Yes, Sebastian is a vampire—but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t got the right to exist!”

      “Uh,” I say. “Considering that he’s a walking abomination to humankind and has been feeding on innocent girls like you for centuries, actually, he doesn’t have the right to exist.”

      “Wait a minute.” Adam is still looking incredulous. “A vampire? Come on. That’s impossible. There’s no such thing as vampires.”

      “Oh!” Lila whirls toward him and stamps a foot. “You’re even worse than they are!”

      “Lila,” I say, ignoring Adam. “You can’t see him again.”

      “He didn’t do anything wrong,” Lila insists. “He hasn’t even bitten me—even though I’ve asked him to. He says it’s because he loves me too much.”

      “Oh my God,” I say in disgust. “That’s just another line he’s feeding you, Lila. Don’t you see? They all say that. And he doesn’t love you. Or at least, he doesn’t love you any more than a tick loves the dog it’s feeding off of.”

      “I love you,” Ted says, his voice cracking on the word I. “And you dumped me for a vampire?”

      “You don’t understand.” Lila tosses back her long blond hair. “He’s not a tick, Mary. Sebastian loves me too much to bite me. But I know I can change his mind. Because he wants to be with me forever, as much as I want to be with him forever. I know it. And after tomorrow night, we will be together forever.”

      “What’s tomorrow night?” Adam wants to know.

      “The prom,” I say woodenly.

      “Right,” Lila prattles on. “Sebastian’s taking me. And though he doesn’t know it yet, he’s going to give in to me there. Just one bite and I’ll have eternal life. Come on, you guys, how cool is that? Wouldn’t you want to live forever? I mean, if you could?”

      “Not that way,” I say. Something inside of me aches. Aches for Lila, and aches for all the girls who’ve gone before her. And will come after her, too, if I don’t do something about it.

      “He’s meeting you at the dance?” I force myself to ask her. It’s hard to speak, because all I want to do is cry.

      “Right,” Lila says. Her face still has the same vacant expression she wore inside the club, as well as earlier today in the lunchroom. “He’ll never be able to resist me—not in my new Roberto Cavalli gown, with my neck all exposed beneath the silver light of the full moon …”

      “I think I’m going to throw up,” Ted volunteers.

      “No, you’re not,” I say. “You’re going to take Lila home. Here.” I reach into my satchel and pull out a crucifix and two containers of holy water, then hand them to him. “If Drake shows up—although I don’t think he will—throw these at him. Then get yourself home, after you’ve dropped off Lila.”

      Ted looks down at what I’ve shoved into his hands. “Wait. That’s it?” he wants to know. “We’re just going to let him kill her?”

      “Not kill,” Lila corrects him cheerfully. “Turn me. Into one of his kind.”

      “We aren’t going to do anything,” I say. “You guys are going to go home and leave this to me. I’ve got it under control. Just make sure Lila gets back safely. She should be all right until the dance. Evil spirits cannot enter an inhabited house unless invited.” I narrow my eyes at Lila. “You didn’t invite him inside, did you?”

      “Whatever,” Lila says, tossing her head. “Like my dad wouldn’t go too ballistic if he found a guy in my room.”

      “See? Go home. You, too,” I add, to Adam.

      Ted takes Lila by the arm and begins to lead her away. But Adam, to my surprise, stays where he is, his hands buried deep in his pockets.

      “Um,” I say to him. “Is there something I can do for you?

      “Yes,” Adam says calmly. “You can start at the beginning. I want to know everything. Because if what you’re telling me is true, if it weren’t for me, you’d be a speck on the wall in the club back there. So start talking.”

       Adam

      IF YOU HAD TOLD me just an hour or two ago that I’d be ending my evening with a trip to Mary-from-U.S.-History-class’s penthouse apartment over in the East Seventies … well, I’d have told you that you were high.

      But that’s exactly where I find myself, following Mary past her sleepy doorman (who doesn’t raise so much as an eyebrow at her crossbow), and then up the elevator to her place, which is decorated in mid-nineteenth-century Victorian chic—at least as near as I can judge, considering all the furniture looks like it came out of one of those boring miniseries my mom likes to watch on PBS, featuring girls named Violet or Hortense or whatever.

      There are books everywhere—and not Dan Brown paperbacks, either, but big, heavy books, with titles like Demonology in Seventh-century Greece and A Guide to Necromancy. I look around, but I don’t see a plasma screen or an LCD. Not even a regular TV.

      “Are your parents professors or something?” I ask Mary as she throws down the crossbow and heads to the kitchen, where she pulls open the fridge and reaches for two Cokes, one of which she hands to me.

      “Something like that,” Mary says. This is what she’s been like the whole way to her place: not exactly brimming with the explanations.

      Not that it matters, though, since I already told her I’m not leaving until I get the whole story. The thing is, I really don’t know what to think about all this so far. On the one hand, I’m relieved Drake isn’t who I thought he was—Mary’s ex-boyfriend. On the other hand … a vampire?

      “Come on,” Mary says, and I follow her because … well, what else am I supposed to do? I don’t know what I’m doing here. I don’t believe in vampires. I think СКАЧАТЬ