Vampireville (Vampire Kisses 3)

"I'll be there to protect her from any wayward ghosts," Matt said, putting his arm around my smiling friend.

Then I remembered the cemetery's caretaker and his dog. "Old Jim will be there with his Great Dane, Luke," I warned Becky. "There won't be trouble," Matt said. "Trevor has assured everyone that on Saturday nights Old Jim has a barstool with his name on it at Lefty's Tavern."

"Promise me you'll come," Becky pleaded. "I'd feel better if you were there, too."

"You thought I wouldn't be there? And miss the chance to crash a party?" I said, opening a classroom door. "Only in my nightmares!"

Chapter 15 Dreadful Dinner

I waited impatiently at the Mansion's front door as the sun fell into the horizon. Hues of lilac, lavender, fuchsia, and pink brushed across the sky. I wished I could share it with Alexander.

Soon I heard the Mansion locks opening and saw the iron doorknob turn. Alexander, handsomely dressed in a black-and-gray pinstripe silk shirt, black dress pants, and silver-flamed Gibsons greeted me.

"You look gorgeous," I complimented, stepping inside. "I've got major news!"

"So do I," Alexander said quickly. He gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek and closed the door behind me.

A delicious smell of grilled steak permeated the entranceway.

"Me first," I began, excited. Jameson hurried out from the kitchen carrying a serving tray of seasoned red potatoes. He placed it on the dining-room table, which was set for four.

"Hello, Miss Raven," Jameson said brightly, greeting me. "Allow me to take your jacket."

Confused, I reluctantly unzipped my black Emily the Strange sweatshirt hoodie.

"Everything is ready," Creepy Man said, taking my hoodie and hanging it in the hallway closet. "All we need is the guest of honor."

"What's going on?" I asked. "We need to talk--"

"Jameson invited Ruby to join us for dinner."

"Us?"

Alexander nodded.

"What a nice surprise," I said with a cheesy grin.

Normally I would have been ecstatic to be included in a dinner party at the Mansion with Alexander, the creepy butler, and the fabulous Ruby White. But we didn't have time for pleasantries and pastries when we had to think of a new plan to foil Jagger and Luna.

"I want everything to be perfect," Jameson said, straightening the black lace tablecloth. "I thought it would be easier if Miss Raven were here too. Miss Ruby might feel more comfortable in the Mansion."

"I don't mean to be rude," I whispered to Alexander as Jameson headed back to the kitchen.

"I know, it's a surprise to me, too. I barely had enough time to get you these," he interrupted.

Alexander picked up a pewter vase with three black roses and handed it to me. I melted. I looked into his caring midnight eyes. For a moment I forgot about any other vampires except for mine.

"We have to talk," I said. "Jagger is--"

Just then there was a knock at the Mansion door.

Jameson burst out of the kitchen holding an elegantly wrapped white orchid and headed for the door. "I'll get it; you two settle in..."

I couldn't settle anything. My heart was racing. My mind was restless. My stomach was doing flip-flops.

Jameson opened the front door. Ruby stepped inside, dressed in white pleated dress pants, a tailored cotton-colored blazer with a white lingerie top, and cream Prada pumps. She was clutching a Coach bag and a bottle of white wine.

Ruby's eyes lit up when she saw Jameson holding the flower. She nervously giggled as the odd couple exchanged the orchid and the aging Chardonnay.

"A white orchid!" she exclaimed. "Jameson, you didn't have to go to all the trouble," she said, her voice melting.

"A rare flower for someone as rare as you...," the skinny butler complimented.

Ruby's eyes lit up and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. Creepy Man's deadly complexion turned bright cherry red.

"Hello, Raven," she said, giving me a quick hug. "I'm glad I get to see you again so soon."

"I know, isn't this wonderful?" I agreed with a Cheshire cat grin.

"Thank you, Alexander, for having me over," Ruby continued. "I've always wanted to see the Mansion from the inside."

"Jameson can give you the grand tour," Alexander hinted so we could get a chance to talk. "After dessert," Jameson said.

"I left something upstairs, Raven--," Alexander began.

"It will have to wait," Jameson ordered. "Dinner is served."

Alexander and I had no choice but to follow Ruby and Jameson into the dining room. Several candelabrum and silver candlesticks gently lit the darkened room, revealing a long oak table covered with a black lace tablecloth. Antique china, pewter goblets, and ancient silver utensils were set in front of each chair. Crystal glasses were filled with water. A few cobwebs still hung from the corners of the gigantic ceiling. The heavy red velvet drapes seemed to have been hanging there since the Mansion was built.

Ruby must have felt as if she were going to have dinner with the Munsters.

Jameson stood at the head of the table and offered an antique chair for Ruby while Alexander pulled out the adjacent chair for me.

I could get used to this. I felt like I was at a five-star restaurant. Normally at home, Billy Boy and I were on top of each other, fighting for the chair by the TV.

Alexander sat across from me. With the Frankenstein-size oak table and a huge white flowered centerpiece between us, it would be impossible to whisper my findings to him now.

Jameson uncorked Ruby's bottle and began to fill her goblet. I could see his hands shake as he tried not to spill any wine on her perfectly pressed ultraswank white outfit.

Alexander grabbed a red bottle sitting on a serving cart next to him and poured red liquid into his glass.

Ruby signaled Jameson to stop pouring her wine. "I didn't know you were serving steak. You can save this bottle for another time," she offered. "I'll just have what Alexander's drinking." Alexander and Jameson paused, gravely glancing at each other.

"Uh...I think you'd prefer your Chardonnay," Alexander suggested.

Jameson grinned a toothy grin. "Alexander's on a strict vitamin regimen. That's his special drink."

"It's like drinking blood," I whispered, rolling my eyes.

Ruby wrinkled her forehead. "Then I'll stick with what I have," Ruby said.

We began to drink our various libations while Jameson kindly placed well-done steaks in front of Ruby and me. Jameson then set a plate before Alexander--an almost rare filet, the meat oozing blood- red juice.