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Chapter 7
My thoughts were all over the place Saturday. I’d barely slept after I’d gotten home. All I could think about was him – Xander – and his promise to come to me again.
I was nervous. I was excited.
What did I want to ask?
I guess I should start with the things I know about vampires, or think I know. I’ve read Dracula; huge fan of The Lost Boys; big into Buffy the Vampire Slayer – but those were all pop-culture references, and so far, none of that seemed true: Xander didn’t wear a cape, he hadn’t turned into a bat that I’d seen, and his face didn’t get all bumpy when he bit someone.
What about folklore? Would a stake through the heart kill him? Did he hate garlic and fear churches? I went through my bookshelves, pulling out anything to do with legends and folklore – but that didn’t get me anywhere, either. Xander didn’t appear to be anything like the tales described; he wa
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