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"You never had to hide anything in your world from me," I said, looking up into his lonely eyes. "I know," he said. "I was hiding it from myself." Alexander closed and locked the small attic door, once again concealing his conflicted true identity. 3 The Hunt �To find a vampire, you have to think like a vampire," Alexander said, grabbing his backpack. "I won't be gone more than an hour." He gave me a quick kiss. "Gone?" I asked, following him toward his bedroom door. "You'll have to stay here. I'm going to sacred ground." "I'm going with you. If Jagger thinks I'm a vampire, then I'll be safe," I argued. "And if he doesn't?" "Then I have this." I pulled out my container of garlic powder from my purse. Alexander quickly retreated. "It's tightly sealed," I said, referring to the time it spilled out in my purse, causing Alexander to have an allergic reaction and forcing me to inject him with an antidote. "I'll wait outside," I pleaded. Alexander paused. He wiped his flopping rock-star hair away from his gorgeous face and slung his backpack on his shoulder. He glanced at the door, then back at me. Finally he held his pale hand out. While it was hard enough to be separated during the daylight, it was unbearable during the moonlight. As Alexander and I walked down the windy streets and toward the cemetery, I realized it was a dream come true�to be walking with one vampire and searching for another. I'd never seen anyone in the moonlight as handsome as Alexander, vampire or not. His pale face seemed to glow, and his smile seemed to illuminate what the moon and the stars couldn't. "Where are we going?" I finally asked. "Your favorite place." "My favorite place is here�by your side." "Mine too," he said, squeezing my hand. "Will Jagger know I'm still mortal?" "It's not written on your forehead, is it?" he teased. As he led me to an unknown destination, he walked with an air of confidence and determination I hadn't seen before. We arrived at the entrance to Dullsville's cemetery. "Remember when Old Jim took our tickets at the carnival, he accused you of sleeping at the cemetery?" he asked. "But I wasn't," I defended. "I haven't done that in months!" "I know. So if it's not you, then who do you think it is?" he asked. I answered like an eager student. "Jagger." "Trevor is safe for the night�but we're not." Then he paused. "You better stay outside the cemetery," he warned, changing his mind about our plan. "It's sacred ground and you would be in danger." "You mean you bring me to the scene of the crime and don't let me dust for fingerprints? Or at least leave any?" "You'll be safe only if you remain on the outside." He tenderly brushed my hair away from my face. As Alexander climbed over the gate, I reluctantly stayed behind. I anxiously dug my boot into the wet grass, feeling as if I were being left out of the adventure of a lifetime. What could I accomplish by staying behind? Alexander and I could cover more terrain if there were two of us searching the graveyard. Besides, if Jagger still thought I was a vampire, it would be more natural for me to be standing inside a cemetery than outside one. I could barely see Alexander's shrinking silhouette in the distance. Then I quickly climbed the gate and jogged after him. I ran among the tombstones, as quiet as a wandering ghost following Alexander's shadowy figure. As I approached him, I realized the figure I was running to was a monument. I didn't see Alexander anywhere. "Alexander?" I called. I wondered where he could have disappeared to so quickly. He must have turned behind the caretaker's shed. I raced around to the back of the shed, but all I saw was an abandoned shovel. "Alexander?" I called again. I continued to walk in the direction of the baroness's monument. Maybe Alexander was paying his respects to his grandmother as he searched the graveyard. When I approached the monument, however, the only thing visiting the stone memorial was a curious squirrel. I walked on. Underneath