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I felt a tinge of sorrow for the Sterlings. They were just as torn as we were about the move. They were making what they thought was the best decision, even if it wasn't the choice Alexander and I would make. I couldn't concentrate on writing, and Alexander needed a break from painting. It was getting late, so he drove me home. "I think our plan is working," I said as he walked me to my door. "At this rate, you'll be here longer than the Mansion has," Alexander leaned in and gave me a blissful kiss. For the first night in a long time, I actually got a good night's rest. Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com)25 Unfortunately the next guy's face I had to see was Trevor's. "We haven't answered everything," my nemesis said, finding me on the lawn after school. "I think you can fill in the blanks," I replied. "I can give you a lift home. We could do it in the car." I glared back. "I mean the assignment," Trevor said, raising an eyebrow. "I'd rather walk." "When are you going to admit that you are avoiding me because you're hot for me?" "When hell freezes over." "You should know about hell-you live there. How about you step up to the plate and finish the job?" Trevor challenged. I thought for a moment. I was slightly taken with the idea of having my own goth fashion magazine like Becky and I had discussed, but I couldn't possibly share that with Trevor. I'd only be ridiculed. Instead I said, "Okay, Soccer Boy. Figure out a career for me. Something that will make me money so I can be self-reliant." Trevor opened his notebook. I could see several typed pages of his essay were already complete. "What's wrong with a man taking care of you?" he asked. "Someone rich. And powerful." "I already have that." I admitted. "And blond." "I like dark hair." "And popular." He did have me on that. Neither Alexander nor I were popular. But Trevor Mitchell? He could have been voted prom king in the first grade. "Isn't fame important to you?" he asked, inching closer. "Everyone knowing your name?" "I think they already do." "But not for the right reasons," he said with a chuckle. "I'm not interested in being famous. I'm interested in being me." Trevor shook his head and jotted a few notes down in his notebook. "So where did we leave off? Do your parents want you to follow in their footsteps? " "No. Is this over yet?" I whined. "What do you like to do on a rainy day?" he asked. "Sit outside." "What do you like to do on a sunny day?" "Sleep." "Do you think of yourself as creative?" "No." "You don't?" he asked, surprised. "With the way you dress and make yourself up? I think you've always been creative. Like a clown." "Do you want me to take you down now? Or do it in front of the class?" "Calm down. What is your favorite outfit?" "Hmm. My corset prom dress." Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) "When you close your eyes, who do you dream about?" "Alexander." "If you had one guy in school to kiss, who would that be?" he asked, leaning toward me. "This isn't on the sheet. None of these questions are, bonehead!" With Trevor, sometimes it was difficult to keep straight who was kidding who. "I was just making sure you were paying attention. Fve finished the interview portion. Now I can just write the essay." "So- we don't have to meet again?" "I've finished my part," he said coyly, and gave me the completed interview sheet. "Now it's time to finish your questions about me." Trevor's interview sheet was blank. I quickly jotted down some answers to the questions and handed it to him. "You won't get an A for handwriting," he said. Trevor and I rose and dusted the dirt off our jeans. "Our next date will be in front of class," he said. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of kindness toward him, as he had inadvertently helped Alexander remain in the Mansion. "I'm off to meet my father," he said as he got into his Camaro. "Did you hear? My dad might buy the Mansion." I stopped dead in my tracks. "What did you say?" He grinned a wicked grin. "I was waiting to tell you until after I got my interview portion completed� We were talking about the Mansion at dinner last night and how word around town is no one will buy it because it's a hideous money pit. My dad said that the land upon which it sits is valuable property in its own right. It will be cheaper to hire a wrecking ball and bulldozer. Just thought you'd want to know. It'll make a great strip mall." I was floored. I had no idea my own plan would turn against me. And of course, Trevor was just the person to do it. "No- you can't buy it!" I said, my body filled with rage. "You can't buy it-and you can't tear it down." "I know I can't, Monster Girl. But my dad can." Trevor's father owned half the town of Dullsville. I wouldn't ever want Benson Hill to fall into that half. "I'll tell my dad to save a few bricks when he tears it down. You can have them as a souvenir. I won't charge you very much, since they're worthless," he said, and rolled up his window and sped off.

26 I waited impatiently outside the Mansion's gate. "I need to speak with Alexander," I told Jameson as soon as he opened the front door. "He's still sleeping, Miss Raven." I guess Alexander, like me, was finally having a good night's-or in his case, day's-slumber. "This can't wait." I spoke with authority and urgency. "I'll see what I can do. Wait in the study." Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) I paced in the old, dusty, book-filled room. It was several minutes later when Alexander appeared in jeans and a T- shirt. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Everything!" I rushed over to him. "But we have to talk privately." "The gazebo?" he suggested. a place where no one on earth can hear us." *** Alexander parked the Mercedes in front of the cemetery's entrance. We hurried toward his grandmother�s monument. The only sound we heard were a few crickets chirping. "There is a buyer for the Mansion," I blurted out when we reached the monument. "You are kidding!" "No, and it gets worse. It's Trevor Mitchell's father." "This is awful. I thought our plan was working." "I did, too. He plans to tear down the house and built I a strip mall," "Tear it down?" Alexander's warm brown eves turned fiery red. "I know. It's horrible. We did such a great job of convincing people that the Mansion was a money pit that no one wanted to buy it. Now they just want to tear it down. messed everything up, Alexander. I ruined everything " I sat down on a cemetery bench and covered my face with my hands. "This isn't your fault, Raven," Alexander said, comforting me. His dark mood brightened. "He hasn't bough I the house yet. There is still time." "If we tell your parents, maybe they won't sell?" "My father is set on selling. I've even faced him with that possibility. He says the new owner is entitled to do with the house as they wish. But how did you find this My father hasn't said anyone has expressed interest." "I heard it straight from the horse's mouth: Trevor." "There has to be something we can do. I don't want to move, and the Mansion is not worthless." I turned toward his grandmother's monument and wished for an answer. "We have to stop him. His father can't buy it. No one can. That house is your home. Our home. And most especially-your grandmother's." I got up and walked over to the monument. "Your grandmother Sterling built that house with love. For her-and her family." "I know," he said, "It breaks my heart for so many reasons." Alexander joined me at the monument. "It is my grandmother's house� and always will be." "You're the only one who's taking care of it. I know your grandmother would be devastated if it were sold-or destroyed. There is no other buyer that that house means more to than you and her." Then he turned to me. "You say the smartest things!" "What do you mean?" "I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner." Alexander was exuberant. He gave me a huge kiss and swung me around. "What's going on?" "The Mansion is for sale " he said with a grin. "And I know someone who is just dying to buy it." Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) I had no idea who Alexander had in mind to buy the Mansion. Whoever it was had to be rich and someone Alexander didn't mind hanging out in his grandmother's house. And how would that help him stay in Dullsville? My boyfriend promised me he'd let me in on his plan as soon as we met again. The following sunset I met him at the boxcar. "I couldn't sleep at all," I said impatiently as I snuck inside. He took my hand and held me close. "So tell me-who can you find to buy the Mansion?" I asked with a bit of hope in my voice. "I turn eighteen in a few months," Alexander began. "And when I do, I'll be entitled to my inheritance. My grandmother was a very generous woman. So I figured it out-I'll be able to pay for the Mansion's upkeep." I was wide-eyed. "I'll buy the Mansion," he said proudly. "That's a great idea!" I took his hands and danced around. "You are a genius." "I don't have to move back to Romania if I have a place of my own here, right? And I think my grandmother would be happy that I used her money to keep the Mansion." "I love that plan!" I squeezed my boyfriend and kissed him repeatedly. I was so proud of Alexander for his intellect. I was dating someone wise beyond his years. "I'm almost legally an adult," he continued. "Then I'll be able to make my own decisions." Alexander's maturity was like an aphrodisiac. "You are hot-and brilliant!" I said, gushing. "Don't get too excited. There is one hitch." "Really? But I thought you said-" "I'll need to put a deposit down and eventually pay closing costs. I do have money in the bank, but it isn't enough. I just need to come up with money for a down payment." The only monthly fees I knew about were those charged at Dullsville's video store. I was clueless when it came to housing costs. "But where are we going to come up with that kind of money? " I asked. "Therein lays the problem." "I only have a few hundred in the bank and about sixty in my drawer at home," I offered. "I'll ask my parents for a loan." "Enough for a down payment on a house? They'll just give that to a sixteen-year-old girl?" "No -to you," I said. "Her seventeen-year-old boyfriend? I appreciate the thought, but I don't think that would go over well." "How much money do we need?" Alexander mouthed a number that was way higher than I had anticipated. "Where can we find that kind of money?" I asked, stupefied. "That part I haven't figured out yet. But we need to before Trevor's father cuts a check."

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I was under two deadlines: I had to raise enough money for Alexander before Trevor's father made an offer on the Mansion, and I needed to complete my essay-or start it-before our big presentation. I had a hard time focusing on either. I didn't know how to raise money, and if we didn't figure out something quick, Alexander would be moving to Romania. To quell my nerves, I sat at my computer and tried to begin the essay. But how did Mrs. Naper expect me to focus on a career or future when Alexander was going to be across the world? My only hope now was to enroll in the University of Transylvania. Even if I had good enough grades, was accepted, and could afford it, that would be at least twp" years away. By that time Alexander could be married-/to someone else. However, if I had a career now and not in five years, I'd be able to help Alexander with his house money, I tapped my fingers on my desk in frustration and tried to focus on the essay. I'd really never thought much about what I'd want to do with my life other than becoming a vampire. How was I supposed to explain that to my classmates? I began thinking about what I lovedvampires, morbid music, hanging out in cemeteries. But what career would allow me to be me? A doctor? I couldn't imagine anyone feeling comfortable with me in a black surgical mask and dark scrubs coming at them with a scalpel. My patients would insist on healing themselves. A lawyer? I don't think the judge would permit miniskirts and monster boots in a courtroom. A teacher? The parents would pull their students out of my class. And, did I want to spend the rest of my life in Dullsville-especially given the possibility that Alexander might not be here, too? I'd always been dying to get out of town, but when I met my true love all that changed. I once dreamed of a place where I wasn't an outsider anymore. And if Alexander returned to Romania, I'd be lonelier than I had been before. Was I afraid of being true to myself in front of my English class? Was I too timid to explore everything I might really be able to become? Was I too nervous to share my dream of becoming a vampire or anything else I might choose? I'd always thought my character was just as important-if not more so-than the career I'd pursue. I had to be honest about that-especially now that I'd made fun of Trevor for not reporting his true desires. But did I really have the courage that I was telling him he lacked? I took a breath and began writing. Words filled my head faster than I could type them. I wrote about my passions, no matter how ridiculous they might seem to Mrs. Naper and my classmates. The once-blank page was quickly being turned into an essay. I was in the zone and nothing was going to distract me. When I finished my first draft, I made some notes for my presentation. Careers are about making money, I thought, but a great career was doing what someone loved-and being paid for it. Trevor should be a professional soccer player. Billy Boy would be a scientist or computer programmer. And Alexander would be an artist. But wasn't he one already? He had already won first place in Hipster ville's Art Fair. Now he just needed to be paid for his artwork so he could Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com)buy the Mansion. And then it hit me. Why hadn't I thought of it sooner? We could sell Alexander's paintings in Dullsville's Annual Art Auction. The Naper Paper proved to be more insightful than I'd ever imagined. Convincing Alexander about my brilliant plan was another thing, "The Dullsville auction," I said when we met inside the rail yard boxcar. "We'll sell your paintings in the auction." "Are you kidding me? No one would buy my-artwork." Alexander stared at his paintings on the wall. "You heard my father. I paint more as a hobby. Raven, that auction is for professional artists." "Alexander, these paintings are gorgeous. I don't need to be an expert to tell that these are valuable." "You are just biased because you are my girlfriend." "You won first prize in Hipsterville's Art Fair. Those voters weren't dating you. You are megatalented. If I've learned anything from my English assignment, it's that hobbies can turn into careers. And we are going to prove it." "I don't think so-there must be some other way." "There isn't time," I pleaded. "The auction is this week. It's the only way." "I'm not prepared for the town to see my work-much less ask anyone to buy it," he said. "You won't. I will." "I don't know how to participate in an auction. Or even who to ask." "Unfortunately or fortunately," I said, "I have a major connection to Dullsville's auction in the form of my perfectly evil English partner." "I need to speak with you," I said to Trevor as soon as I saw him the following morning. He was getting out of his Camaro and sauntering toward school. "Really?" he leered. "It will cost you. How about that kiss you didn't have time for before?" "How do I put things in the art auction?" I asked, ignoring his come-on. "What do you have of value?" "I don't, but someone else does." "So why doesn't that someone ask me?" "Because I am acting as an agent." "If you get ten percent, what do I get?" He shot me a sexy grin. "How about what you won't get-a step on your foot or a kick to the shin?" "You say the cutest things, Monster Girl. Sorry, I can't help you." I tugged on his backpack. "I'm asking you as your English partner-be a humanitarian. I can still skip class on our assignment date and watch you fail from outside the window." He weighed his options heavily. Then he reluctantly agreed. "My mom is in charge of the auction. I suppose I can drive you there after school." "I'll take my bike and meet you there." "You think you can get into the country club looking like that? You'll need me to escort you." Trevor had a point. I'd only frequented the upscale club when I was accompanied by my sportsobsessed father and forced to wear tennis whites. They didn't welcome the pins and studs that I was sporting now. "I'll meet you in the parking lot," I agreed. He was surprised at my positive response and left for class with an extra spring in his step. After school, I found Trevor sitting on the hood of his Camaro- the whole soccer team was waiting Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com)around him as if he'd just won the World Cup. Trevor opened the door to the Camaro. "Step inside." His jock mates yelled, "Whoo hoo!" I wasn't worried about my safety, but I was worried about my reputation. I didn't run with the in crowd-and at this point, I wanted to keep it that way. Besides, I had something better than mace if Trevor decided to become friendly. "Becky and Matt are coming, too," I said, as Dullsville's cutest couple caught up to me. I felt victorious, but Trevor was unfettered. "Of course," he said coyly. "We'll double." I thought the alarm bells would sound when I entered the club and I'd be arrested by the fashion police. Though Becky and Matt were close behind, a staff member approached me. "Can I help you?" a tall man in a green country club suit asked. "I'm here with Trevor. Trevor Mitchell. He's parking the car." "You are?" he asked, checking me out. "There is a dress code, I know. But we are just passing through." Just then my savior in khakis came through the door. "Hi, Dave," Trevor said. "I'm here to see my mom." "Hi, Trevor. How are you? Your mother's in the banquet hall." It was the first time in my life I was happy to be by Trevor's side. We made our way down the orange-and-brown-patterned carpeted corridor. Unoriginal, hotelinspired an lined the green painted walls. Mrs. Mitchell was opening a cardboard box when she noticed Trevor walk in. She beamed as she stood up, then frowned when she saw me enter the room behind her son. "Are you in trouble?" It was her first reaction. "Raven wants to place something in the auction." "Hello, Matt, Becky� Raven." "Hello, Mrs. Mitchell," we responded. Mrs. Mitchell was like the teacher students dreaded havingchummy with those who excelled and short with those who didn't. "That's very nice of you to help out your�" She hesitated, then glared at me. "� friends." She, like Trevor, was skeptical that I was capable of participating in a high-society Dullsville auction. She tried hard to hide her contempt for me. But it was clear she didn't think I had anything of value to sell. "This isn't for a school project, is it?" she asked. "This is an adult auction for collectors. We aren't auctioning off papier-mache penguins made in art class." "No," I said in my politest voice. Normally, I would say something snotty, but Alexander and the Mansion^ fate were on the line. So I kissed up to her like she had never been kissed up to before. "We are studying careers in English class and I thought what better way to see a successful woman than to watch her up close? Not only will I see how you organize this event, but I'll be able to see how an auction really works." "Well.,. I had no idea " Mrs. Mitchell said, suddenly bright and charming. "What would you like to auction?" "Paintings." "From your father's collection? Is it an artist we know?" I was afraid to tell her they were from a teen vampire. "No. A young European talent." "European?" Mrs. Mitchell asked, her eyes almost popping out of her head. "It would be nice to showcase someone on the rise. Of course, I'd need to see it first." "Someone will bring it by," I chimed in. Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) "Good. Then fill out this form. And bring the artwork to me by the middle of the week-no later than five o'clock." "That's it?" Trevor asked on my behalf. "That's it. Ill set aside an area just for you." "Thanks," I said. "Why don't you stay and I can show you the real behind-the-scenes goings-on in event planning. It might help you with your report. Then I can run you home afterward." "That's okay, Mom," Trevor interjected before I could. "I have to take her back before soccer practice tonight." "Well then. Remember, all pieces need to be checked in before five." Alexander wouldn't be able to drop the paintings off before sunset. And how was I going to lug all his artwork there on my bike? We'd have to find someone strong and not bound by the curfew of daylight. I just hoped Jameson had developed some muscles from vacuuming. "I'll drop you two off first. Then I'll take Raven home," Trevor told us when we raced out of the club parking lot. At this point I wished I had stayed with his mother and rode home with her. "Oh, that's okay. I'm going to Raven's house," Becky said. Trevor's expression turned from triumph to torment. He dropped Matt off in silence and didn't speak the rest of the way, He barely let us out before he sped away. "I owe you big-time, Becky," I said when we were safely on the sidewalk. Unlike Becky, I didn't have my own truck. "Want to ride on the handlebars or the seat? "How about I wait for Matt to come back and pick me up?" she suggested. "Then you can avoid leg cramps." We sat down on the front steps. "I can tell you whose paintings are going to be put up on the auction block," I began. Becky's face sparkled. "Whose?" "It's a total colossal secret." "Are there any other kind?" "Not even Matt can know." She paused. "Forever?" "No, just until the auction is over." "I can totally do that." She leaned in close. And I said in my softest voice, "The paintings I'm auctioning off are Alexander's." "That's awesome!" she declared. "But why is it a secret?" "Because we don't want anyone to know he's the artist. We're afraid that no one will buy them if they know they're from a teenager. And one that lives in the Mansion." "I see your point. But what will you do with the money?" "This is an even bigger secret. We plan to buy the Mansion." It wasn't long before Matt pulled into the driveway. "What's up?" "Nothing," Becky said as she got into his car. "Nothing is up. And I don't have any more to say about it, either. And for that matter, I never will." A confused Matt drove off as Becky looked out the window and smiled. Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com)28