I awoke, lying flat on my back on the grass, the stars twinkling above me.
"Raven?" Becky asked, her hand outstretched. "Are you okay?
My world was dizzy. I grabbed my neck. "Am I a...?" I asked. Becky helped me up. "I thought you were kidding when you said they were vampires. I think that Jagger guy really believed he was. He tried to bite you."
I felt my neck for wounds.
Suddenly the memory started to come back. I never thought it would happen. My nemesis and the love of my life, enraged for different reasons, both staring straight at me.
I had spent the last few days trying to save Trevor from the clutches of a vampire and now he, alongside Alexander, unknowingly saved me.
The impact of their tackling Jagger had sent me flying to the ground.
Becky and I now raced the few yards to the tombs, where a huge crowd had gathered. Alexander was standing over Jagger, who was coughing and wheezing. Luna was leaning against the covenant coffin.
Trevor had no idea that the garlic tablet was making them vulnerable. He thought it was his bravado.
The soccer snobs encircled Jagger and Luna.
Matt and Becky stayed by my side. "Alexander's deathly allergic to garlic," I said.
"It looks like Jagger and Luna are, too," Becky remarked. "That and being pummeled by Alexander and Trevor."
"I told Trevor the gelcap was an aphrodisiac," I proudly whispered when I reached Alexander.
"Apparently he told his friends, too," he said softly with a smile. "The entire soccer team must have taken them." Alexander turned to Jagger and Luna. "It's time you return to Romania. For good."
"Yeah, go back to Romania, you freaks!" Trevor said, balling up his fists.
I put my arm around Alexander's waist and held him close.
Then I turned to Trevor.
"I guess you are the school bully again," I complimented.
Just then a dog started barking, distracting everyone. We all turned around.
"What's going on here?" Old Jim, the caretaker, called, holding a flashlight toward us.
Ghosts and goblins started to jump the fence. Werewolves and witches hid behind tombstones. The soccer snobs took off around the shed. Becky and Matt raced up the cemetery aisle.
"What's with all these cans?" Old Jim scolded. "I'm going to call the police!"
Alexander, Trevor, and I turned back to the coffin.
All that remained was the flickering candelabra.
Jagger and Luna were gone.
