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see
     anything.”
    â€œYou don’t? Look.” Andrew pointed to the spot where the
     unseen hand was writing. “Right here.”
    â€œRats!” T.J. exclaimed. “I guess only vampires can see
     it.”
    â€œVampires-in-training,” Andrew
     groaned.
    Andrew sat down next to T.J. He opened the book. The table of contents
     quickly appeared on the page.
    â€œÂ â€˜Chapter
     Two,’ ” he read aloud. “ ‘Vampire
     Rules.’ ”
    Andrew turned to Chapter Two.
     Delicate handwriting began to fill the page.
    â€œIs there writing?” T.J. asked.
    Andrew nodded.
    â€œSo read it!” T.J. said impatiently.
    â€œÂ â€˜As a vampire-in-training,’ ” Andrew
     read, “ ‘you must obey the vampire rules. One. Avoid garlic. All parts
     of the plant will cause you to sicken and retreat.’ ”
    â€œNow it tells you,” T.J. commented.
    â€œÂ â€˜Two,’ ” Andrew read on.
     “ ‘You cannot cross running water. You may, however, be transported
     across a river or stream while sleeping in your coffin.’ ”
    T.J. giggled. “Guess you’ll have to ride the school bus in
     your coffin, Andrew.”
    â€œNot funny, T.J.,” Andrew said.
    â€œYou should have read this part this morning,” T.J. added.
    â€œBut I couldn’t,” Andrew told him. “The only
     writing in the book then was Chapter One.
     There wasn’t any Chapter Two.”
    T.J. rolled his eyes. “Keep going.”
    â€œÂ â€˜Three,’ ” Andrew read.
     “ ‘You will become appealingto canines. Dogs and
     their brothers, the wolves, will bark and howl at your approach. They will want to be
     near you.’ ”
    Andrew slammed the book shut.
    â€œKeep going!” T.J. cried.
    â€œI can’t,” Andrew told him. “The writing
     stopped.”
    â€œBummer,” T.J. muttered.
    Andrew threw the book down in disgust. “This isn’t any
     good!” he exclaimed. “The rules are showing up too late! I’ve already
     had garlic poisoning. I’ve already had a problem crossing running water. And
     I’ve already been attacked by a pack of dogs.” He shook his head. “If
     this book is going to do me any good, it has to tell me stuff before it happens. Not after.”
    T.J. looked thoughtful. “Maybe you’re ahead of
     schedule,” he suggested. “Maybe you’re a super-talented
     vampire-in-training.”
    â€œYeah, right.” Andrew picked the book up again. He flipped to
     the back. The pages were blank. All blank. Andrew sighed. “I have to know
     what’s coming up,” he told T.J. “I have to know the rules! What if I
     break one by mistake?”
    â€œYou might not survive.” T.J. frowned. “Look what that
     garlic did to you.”
    Andrew groaned. “There has to be a way to make the writing
     appear,” he insisted. “Help me, T.J.!”
    T.J. hopped up and turned off the lights. “See anything?”
    Andrew shook his head.
    T.J. ran to the bathroom. He came back with a glass of water. He sprinkled
     a few drops on a page.
    Andrew squinted hard at the book. “Nothing,” he declared.
    â€œI know! Get your mom’s iron,” T.J. suggested.
    When Andrew returned with the iron, T.J. plugged it in. He turned the dial
     to the lowest setting. “We don’t want the book to burst into flames,”
     he said as he ran the iron over a page.
    Andrew stared at the book.
    Nothing.
    â€œI give up,” he moaned. He unplugged the iron, dropped the
     book, and kicked it back where it had come from—under his bed.
    Then he turned to T.J. “Okay, you’re the vampire expert. What
     am I going to do?”
    T.J. grew serious. “You have to totally trust me on this,
     Andrew,” he said. “I’ll tell you what you have to