Jessicas guide to dating the dark side
Stealing a quick look across the aisle at Mindy, I saw panic and misery in her eyes, too, as she whispered, Mrs. And then he ran his tongue slowly across his lower lip. Wilhelm looked slightly alarmed as a tall teenager in a black velvet coat advanced up the aisle toward her. Almost against my will, I returned my attention to the teenager who’d hijacked English lit. Lucius Vladescu’s longish glossy black hair was out of place in Lebanon County, Pennsylvania, but he would have fit right in with the European models in Mindy’s like a freak every time I thought about the story. I didn’t ask for details, and my adoptive parents never pressed the issue. Antanasia Dragomir didn’t exist, as far as I was concerned. But no, he slipped gracefully off the wall and bowed—a real bow, at the waist—to my mother.
But it was obvious that he was tall and wearing a long, dark coat, almost like a cloak. He must have realized I’d spotted him, because he shifted a little, like he was deciding whether to leave. It had never struck me how vulnerable I’d been all those mornings I’d waited out there alone, but the realization hit me hard then. In the precious split second I wasted being angry at my father, the stranger really did move in my direction, stepping out from under the tree, and I could have sworn—just as the bus, thank god, crested the rise about fifty yards down the road—I could have sworn I heard him say, Or maybe I was hearing things, because the word was drowned out by the sound of tires hissing on wet pavement, grinding gears, and the whoosh of the doors as the driver, old Mr. Locating a spot at the very back of the bus, I plopped down with a rush of relief. Maybe my imagination had run wild, or too many episodes of had messed with my head. Apparently not everybody was as ecstatic about clashing armies and thumping hearts as Mrs.
If there was one thing I hated, it was spooky fairy tales with no basis in reality or logic.
I accepted my copy from my longtime tormentor Frank Dormand, who’d plopped into the seat in front of me like a massive, gooey spitball, and did a quick survey.
But then a bizarre (and incredibly hot) new exchange student named Lucius Vladescu shows up, claiming that Jessica is a Romanian vampire princess by birth—and he’s her long-lost fiancé. "The desk you’ve selected will be your assigned seat for the year. Or maybe it was because the very air in his particular corner seemed murky, the fluorescent light directly above his desk snuffed out. It was almost like he he repeated, stretching his arm up the aisle—a long, muscular arm—to offer me a shiny gold pen. When I hesitated, a look of annoyance crossed his aristocratic face, and he shook the pen at me. But the last person who’d tangled with Faith Crosse had ended up transferring to Saint Monica’s, the local Catholic school. His somewhat mysterious appearance in English class—a few feet from me—probably wasn’t cause for alarm, either. Yet I swore I saw something quite different than disgust in those black eyes. Grabbing up a marker from the tray beneath the whiteboard, he flipped off the cap with authority and scrawled the word Locking his hands behind his back, he began pacing, as though he was the teacher. I flinched away, looking to Mindy, who was actually fanning herself, totally oblivious to me. She’d been there with my dad to observe their rituals, in hopes of writing one of her groundbreaking insider journal articles about unique subcultures. maybe my birth parents had been involved in some sort of deviant sexual stuff. Without another word, Mom climbed out of the van and strode directly toward the menacing guy who’d tailed me all day. The conversation went on for what seemed like eons. Lucius Vladescu turned to go, and Mom got back in the van and turned the key.
Marrying a vampire definitely doesn’t fit into Jessica Packwood’s senior year “get-a-life” plan. Wilhelm continued, squishing around on her sensible shoes. Maybe because he was sitting sort of apart from the rest of us. You could tell just by the way it glittered that it was expensive. " I didn’t appreciate the sarcasm, or the way he’d crept up on me twice in one day, and I kept staring, stupidly, until Faith Crosse reached forward and pinched my arm. "Just sign the chart, I rubbed what would be a bruise, wishing I had the nerve to tell Faith off, both for pinching me and calling me by the wrong name. He’d probably been waiting for the bus, just like me, and missed getting on somehow. Eyes wide, she jabbed her thumb in the guy’s direction, mouthing a very exaggerated, "His gaze followed my fingers, and I thought maybe he was revolted by the fact that I was bleeding. She raised a cautionary finger, like she was about to tell him to sit down, but he strode right past her. My adoptive mother, a cultural anthropologist, had been studying an off-the-wall underground cult in central Romania. "Are you She sounded so serious that I didn’t protest. I rolled down the window, but they spoke so softly I couldn’t hear what they were saying.Lucius Vladescu is handsome, arrogant, and determined to make her accept her heritage and marry him - or risk reigniting the feud which has been going on between their clans for generations.