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for a party to happen. At college he'd been infamous for the fact that the

lights were never out in his room.

"You wouldn't believe me anyway," she said, weakening.

"Uh… you bit me, remember? And I was a lifeguard back home. You really

didn't—don't—have a pulse. I mean, when you sat up I tried to fool myself like

maybe I'd made a mistake, but how hard is it to check a pulse? So are you—okay,

this is gonna sound really dumb—like something out of the movies—but are

you—don't laugh, now—"

"Yes. I'm a vampire."

He digested that in silence. They had reached the parking lot, and she shook

more sand out of her hair.

"Well, how come?"

"How come ? It's not like being a Republican, moron. I didn't exactly have a

choice."

"You want to go get a drink? Talk about it?"
"Is that supposed to be a joke?"

"Well… not like that," he said uneasily, fingering his already-fading bite mark.

"Like at a bar."

"No." But that was a lie. She was sorely tempted. And never mind her long-dead

crush on Daniel Harris… the cold fact was, she was lonely. At times, almost

unbearably so. It was nice—if weird—to run into a familiar face.

And he was pleasant. Even when he turned girls down for dates, he'd always been

nice about it. One of those guys who honestly had no idea how popular and

sought-after they really were.

"Aw, c'mon," he was coaxing. "Look, my car's right over there. We can head over