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blood-injecting gizmos or that these guys ask their victims to fill out feedback forms. Magnus reaches into his bag and pulls out a small silver case. "Vampcoven.com is the leading manufacturer of vampire supplies. Blood bags, fang sharpeners, body armor, that kind of thing." He opens the case and inserts the fake fang into its velvet lining. Man, you really can buy anything on the Web. "Okay, gotcha," I say. "But let me ask you this. If I've been turned into a vampire, how come I don't feel like one?" "How do you know what being a vampire feels like?" Rayne butts in with, unfortunately, a good point. "Well, I'm not lusting after your blood for one thing," I say slowly. "And, um," I reach under my shirt and pull out my cross necklace. Magnus leaps away. "And the cross doesn't turn me off or burn me or anything." I think for a moment. "And I definitely could go for a slice of cheese and garlic pizza for breakfast as soon as the sun comes out." Actually the last thing does sound kind of yucky, but I'm not going to admit that to them. "Could you . . . please . .. put that away?" Magnus asks, gasping for breath. "So I'm wondering," I say, purposely ignoring him and waving my cross around, watching him dance from side to side to avoid it. "How do we fix this?" I ask. "F-fix?" "Yeah. Like stop the transformation. Reverse it. There's gotta be a way to stop it. Right? Maybe suck the blood from the wound like you'd do for a rattlesnake bite?" I realize Magnus is trying to say something but can't seem to form the words. Oh yeah, the cross. I slip it under my tank. The metal seems a bit warm under my skin, but not uncomfortable. Still, not such a good sign. "Thank you." Magnus gasps. "Now as I was trying to say, there's no way to reverse it." "Wrong answer." I reach for my cross. "Wait!" he cries. I stop, hand at my throat. "There . . . might be a way. I'm not sure. I don't know. But Lucifent might." "Who's this Lucifent guy?" "My boss. The coven leader. He's a three-thousand-year-old vampire. If anyone knows, he will." I nod. "Okay. Let's go talk to him." "We can't. Well, not this second anyway. He's at dinner." "Yeah, but this is an emergency. Can't we just go hit the restaurant he's at and . . . Oh." I swallow hard. "That kind of dinner?" Magnus nods. "Ew." "Sunny, try to keep an open mind here," Rayne interjects. "Different people have different customs and to ridicule them—" "So when's he going to be done with his, um, dinner?" Magnus thinks. "I can call his secretary and see. Maybe he'll have had a cancellation for tomorrow evening, or something. Why don't you meet me in St. Patrick's Cemetery tomorrow at 8 p.m.? I'll be waiting by the big tombstone in the center." "Tomorrow?" I exclaim. "But that's, like, twenty-four hours from now. I've got school tomorrow." "So go." Magnus shrugs. "But won't the sun, like, fry me or something?" "Look," he says with an exasperated sigh. As if I'm the one inconveniencing him. Jeez. "It takes seven days to complete the transformation into a vampire. So you should be fine. Sun shouldn't bother you too much the first twenty-four hours. Though I would suggest slathering on a little sunscreen, just in case." Right. Sunscreen and school. This is going to be fun. Not.
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    You'd think after this drama and unfortunate circumstance, we'd leave Club Fang immediately. But no! When we go back into the club, so Rayne can grab her coat, she insists on doing the Safety Dance before she leaves, saying it's her favorite eighties song in the whole wide world and it'd be cruel and unusual punishment for me to drag her away now. Sure, it's easy for her to shimmy and shake without a care on the dance floor, seeing as she's not the one slowly morphing into a creature of the night. I mean, selfish much? I'm silent most of the way home, speaking up only to mention that Rayne's selecting the vampire hit "Bela Lugosi's Dead" on her iPod iTrip could be viewed as a tad insensitive, given the