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I cannot believe this. I am never going to get a guy I actually like to ask me out at this rate. I am going to stay a freak—the product of similar freaks—for the rest of my life. Why would a guy like Adam Blum ever want to go out with me in the first place?

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The child of a vampire and a mad scientist? Not going to happen. Because suddenly all I can see are those eyes. And the next thing I know, Sebastian Drake is taking me into his arms—gently, so gently—and leading me from the dance floor toward a set of French doors through which I can see a night-darkened garden, bathed in twinkling fairy lights and moonlight.

Who is reaching up to smooth some loose tendrils away from my face.

How could I possibly hate someone as handsome and sweet and gentle as he is? He wants to make me feel better. He wants to help me. We have our burdens, do we not, you and I, Mary? Your mother says hello, by the way. His mouth feels like liquid fire against my skin.

But in a good way.

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His breath, so warm, has seemed to cause my spine to go limp. And the next thing I know, something cold and wet hits me in the neck. Coughing, I stagger away from the man who, just seconds before, had been holding me so tenderly, but is now clutching at his smoldering chest.

Which, unfortunately for you, it appears you are. And rage. Across the small of my back. The word Ted. So from now on, everyone will know I belong to you.

And pulls her head down so he can stick his tongue in her mouth. But I guess it works out better this way. That was a strike, by the way. In case you missed it. Although I have to admit, he has a lot to brag about. Not just winning at Night Strike bowling, either. Midnight bowling is fun and all. But nothing can really compare with slaying a two-hundred-year-old vampire at the prom.

No one has ever called me Mare before. To lull him into a false sense of security? Yeah, I had a pretty good idea of what was going on.

The rest of the bowling alley is in darkness, except for the balls and pins, which glow with an eerie fluorescence. Admit it, Mary. You needed me back there. My heartbeat staggers. I mean, especially in light of the coming apocalyptic event? And now his gaze has drifted from my mouth, and downward. It goes great with bowling shoes. We need to prepare a counterattack.

Dracula can wait. Jacobs, which scared the dickens out of me when I was a teenager. Be careful what you wish for, indeed! But within the garishly decorated waiting room, three table lamps shone brightly, each draped with a jewel-toned scarf.

A red plastic monkey hung from the office doorknob, indicating that Madame Z was with a client. We were up next. He stretched his arms out toward us. The pod person has taken over our beloved Will! Just watch. At least she had a prom dress. And a for-sure chance to wear it. Her grouchiness was endangering our plan, which was the whole reason we were here.

The night of the prom was getting dangerously close, and I was not going to be the sad shell of a girl who sat home alone while everyone else went crazy with glitter dust and danced ironically in spectacular three-inch heels. I refused, especially since I knew in my heart of hearts that Will wanted to ask me. He just needed a little encouragement. I lowered my voice, all the while smiling at Will like la la la, just girl talk, nothing important!

And she did not keep her voice down. Bad Yun Sun, throwing it out in the open like that. Bad, bad, naughty girl! Although, huh. That was kind of an icky image. It made him look so vulnerable. Now shut up. And fine, the name of the dance was dorky, but springtime was for lovers. It was an indisputable truth. Enough chummy shoulder slugs and giggling, snorting tickle wars! Yun Sun had disappeared into the kitchen for snacks, leaving the two of us alone.

His foot tap-taptapped against the floor, and his fingers flexed on his jeans. No need for any preparatory remarks. But since there were preparatory remarks.

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As we watched, Richard Gere climbed out of the sun roof and scaled the fire escape, all to win the affections of his beloved. I was blathering, and I knew it.

Because in actual real reality, I was an even bigger wimp than he was. She would tell us our futures, and unless she was a total hack, she would state the obvious as an impartial observer: Will and I were meant for each other. Hearing it spoken so plainly would give Will the guts to try again. The plastic monkey twitched on the office doorknob. A black man with snow-white hair shuffled out of the office. He had no teeth, which made the lower half of his face look puckered, like a prune.

A gust of wind nearly toppled the old man, and Will steadied him. His words came out mushy, because of the no-teeth thing. Past the driveway, tree branches thrashed and creaked.

We turned to see Madame Zanzibar in the office doorway. She wore hot pink Juicy Couture sweatpants with a matching hot pink top, unzipped to her clavicle. Her lipstick was bright orange, to match her nails, and so was the end of the cigarette she held between two fingers. Will followed. Madame Z ushered us into her office, and the three of us scrunched together in an overstuffed armchair.

Will realized it was never going to work and i61j lauren myracle lowered himself to the floor. I wiggled to make Yun Sun give me more room. She puffed on her cigarette. How to put it? My question had been a conversation opener.

Did she have a problem with conversation openers? Sure, whatever. So I guess I was wondering. Out with it.

I was wondering if a certain special person was going to ask me a certain special question. Madame Z pressed two fingers to her forehead and let her eyes go blank. Complicating factors. Could we dig a little deeper here? Give me something to work with? That is always the question. Her eyes flew to Will, and she paled.

Just get to the bloody answer! Madame Z made a show of pulling herself together, complete with a long, shaky draw on her cigarette. Take it or leave it. Will claimed not to have a specific question, but i63j lauren myracle Madame Z was oddly insistent on relaying a message to him anyhow.

She waved her hands over his aura and warned him sternly of heights, which was curiously appropriate as Will was an avid rock climber. First his eyebrows shot up, and then a different emotion took over, like some secret anticipatory pleasure. He glanced at me and blushed. Do you have a fabulous new climbing spot? A brandnew shiny carabiner?

That was it. Those were her pearls of wisdom. Yun Sun seemed as underwhelmed as I was, and i64j the corsage I felt like protesting on all our behalves. I mean, seriously!

A tree in the forest? Be careful of heights? You will be as beautiful as you allow yourself to be? Even with her somewhat convincing touches of atmospheric creepiness, the three of us were getting cheated.

Me in particular. But before I could say anything, a cell phone on the desk rang.

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Madame Z picked it up and used a long orange nail to punch the talk button. Her expression changed as she listened to whoever was on the other end. She grew brisk and annoyed. Yeast infection. Not that Madame Z had a yeast infection. I mean, ick. But that she was discussing it with Silas, whoever he was, while all of us listened in.

For the itching, you idiot! Unless he wants to scratch it for me! Will looked up at me, his brown eyes wide with alarm. Maybe it would end up having the desired effect after all.

Madame Z pointed at me with the lit end of her cigarette, and I ducked my chin contritely, like Sorry, sorry. To distract myself, I focused on the strange and varied clutter on her shelves. I nudged Will with my knee and pointed. He mimed choking the poor deceased bastard, and I snortled.

And on the shelf above that was. Will whistled. Can we leave now? It still has hair! Her pallor was gone; apparently talking to Silas had shaken her out of her funk. I see you found Fernando! No one left to care for him, so I took pity on him and brought him here.

But hair? Sometimes it keeps growing for weeks after the deceased has made his crossing. Sometimes the hair keeps growing. Had the doc give it to me after my hysterectomy.

This show-and-tell was proving far more enjoyable than our actual readings. Madame Z followed my gaze. She opened her mouth, then closed it. Are we done here? Right, Will? Madame Z pressed her lips together. She muttered something under her breath about idiot teenagers and how she refused to take the blame, whatever came of it. Then she stood up, pawing the top shelf. She retrieved the clump and placed it in front of us. A limp red ribbon holding it all together. Or, no. More like she did want to but was struggling to resist.

What does it do? Desperate for a heart-stopping romance, no matter the cost? But here it was, out on the table. Hope flickered in my chest. And I really wanted to know. She put the corsage in the middle of the table, where it sat doing absolutely nothing. It was ludicrous and at the same time perfect: the storm, the wacko, and now the ominously issued pronouncement.

And yet the way Madame Z regarded us made our laughter trickle off. The way she regarded Will, especially. He tried to resurrect the hilarity. Her orange lipstick was like a stain. None of us knew what to say to that.

The situation felt unreal, yet here we were, in this moment. She pulled a turquoise lighter from her pocket and struck a flame. She picked up the corsage with a fierce determination, as if committing to a course of action long overdue.

It should be burned. She reached to reclaim the bundle, then jerked her hand back convulsively. I sensed the same internal warring as when I first goaded her into speaking of the corsage, as if the corsage had an element of actual power over her.

Which was ridiculous, of course. My voice broke. The i71j lauren myracle skin around them was as thin as crepe paper, and I realized she was older than I originally assumed.

You deserve a spanking.

Or perhaps the corsage had done the releasing? I take no responsibility for what happens. She snorted. It was just that it was so terribly important. Destroy the whole world. I shook my head. Madame Z clucked at dim, foolish me. Well, let her.

He hated all unpleasantness. They were so wonderful. I lifted the corsage, and Madame Z gasped and grabbed my wrist. I placed the corsage in my messenger bag, careful not to squish it. She counted them, then assessed me in a bone-tired, orange-lipsticked way.

Fine, then, her demeanor conveyed. Saturdays and Sundays, too, more often than not. My parents were on sabbatical in Botswana for the semester, which meant Chez Frankie was party central.

We could have; my house was miles from town on an unmaintained dirt road, with no nearby neighbors to complain. Jeremy thought Will and I were weird, though. I had the middle seat.

A bolt of lightning illuminated the rows of tombstones, and I thought to myself what eerie and disturbi74j the corsage ing places cemeteries really were. Rotted-away skin.

Coffins, which sometimes came undug. I was glad to get home. I joined her in the den and sifted through the stack. There is nothing the slightest bit creepy about High School Musical. He opened his wallet and laid a twenty-dollar bill on the coffee table. My treat. My heart constricted.

I ached to keep him here, even if just for a little longer.

He looked amused. The den was warm and cozy, pizza was on the way, and I had the two greatest friends in the world. What else did I truly want? Duh, the grasping part of my brain told me. Prom, of course. I wanted Will to ask me to prom. Maybe it was selfish to have so much and still want more, but I pushed that line of reasoning away.

Because look at him, I thought. Those kind brown eyes, that lopsided smile. Those ridiculously angelic curls. The entire sweetness and goodness that was Will. He hummed the Jeopardy!

I raised the corsage. He was far too euphoric. Are you okay? My skin was clammy. And that smell! Do you smell it? A clap of thunder rumbled, and he shoved my shoulder. And, Frankie? The rain was coming down in sheets. Then I turned to Yun Sun, a balloony feeling pushing everything else away. Trying to make a big production out of it! Hire a skywriter? Send a singing telegram?

She squealed. We jumped about in a frenzy. She flicked her finger to indicate giving Will the push he needed.

Verrrry dramatic. Then she looked at me again. I picked the corsage up off the floor, holding it gingerly between my thumb and forefinger. I took it to the bookshelf and dropped it behind a row of books, glad to have it out of sight.

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The next morning I trotted downstairs, hoping foolishly to find. Pink hearts sketched in silly string on the windows? Instead, I found a dead bird. Its tiny body lay on the welcome mat, as if it had flown into the door during the storm and bashed its brains in. I scooped it up with a paper towel and tried not to i78j the corsage feel its soft weight as I delivered it to the outside trash bin. I returned inside to the sound of the ringing phone.

Probably Yun Sun, wanting an update. Will always talked about climbing to the top, but he was such a rule-follower that he never had. What happened? He fell!

He fell off the watertower! Is he okay? Which I understood, sure. Will was her friend, too. But I needed her to pull it together. Can I go visit him? Yun Sun! Yomiko took over. As long as you want. We all did. In these retellings, the monster appears to be much more human, having feelings and emotions that up to them had been impossible for him to have due to his very characterization as a monster.

For instance, Mary Reilly by Valerie Martin, through the eyes of the homonymous protagonist, the servant of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, offered a much more humane vision of the physician and his nemesis than Robert Louis Stevenson had provided. These are monsters, indeed, but they try their best not to be.

They also suffer from pangs of www. These monsters are, in way, moved by biological determinism: they try to avoid being what they are, but they miserably fail, because of their very natures — or their genetic makeup, if you wish.

A sequel told from the point of view of a character from the original novel is a rather popular literary development.

Eventually, given the multiplicity of pirate versions, Meyer decided to give up writing Midnight Sun and instead posted the manuscript in draft form as it was in her own website www.

This makes Midnight Sun so relevant to the study and better comprehension of the Twilight saga. While especially in the U. According to professor Gina Barreca, the big thing that really makes Twilight a really bad book is that fear should never be an aphrodisiac.

The idea that you fear your lover should not make him sexier and that is a big part of these books. No, when you feel yourself in danger, you have to go away, put yourself in another novel. It all ends up presenting a picture of love as full of sacrifices and personal renunciations for women. Still, offering a much more sympathetic and we would even dare to say, human side to supernatural beings is no new literary development with whose originality we could credit Meyer.

The protagonist of The Vampire Diaries first published in the s and conveniently reissued in after the success of Twilight, with three more novels being added to the former four-novel saga , Its protagonist, Elena Gilbert, is the most popular girl but now she feels she does not belong.

Stefan soon feels a hunger for Elena he will not indulge in … Does this ring a bell? We are privy to his thoughts, his feelings, his memories and even his Powers. The portrayals of Stefan and Edward are heavily dependent on the description of the dark hero. Elmo, Mr. But if these dark heroes are to be redeemed, this is to be achieved only through the love they feel.

Civic duty then replaces religious concerns. These vampires who miss human life and sometimes reject their condition do not want to make more vampires. The female role models Bella can aspire to fulfill in the Twilight saga are quite limited.Alarmed, I jerked back, breathless but feeling brighteyed and exhilarated.

The plastic monkey twitched on the office doorknob. I missed my old school. What else did I truly want? The pod person has taken over our beloved Will! I stayed with Yun Sun for nearly two weeks. You gotta go. My skin was clammy. Will followed.