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don’t have to be a dick about it.”
  “You can always turn around and go home.”
  “I just might.”
  “Can we just forget about it? You’ll find out everything you need to know about me eventually.”
  “What if I want to know now ?” She tried to sound petulant and spoiled, doing her best Veruca Salt impersonation.
  “Nah. Ruins the mystery.”
  They continued to walk along in the darkness. Sometimes, she didn’t know why she was with Zack. Of course, when she thought about it, she wasn’t really with him. None of her friends knew about him. They didn’t really go out or anything. He just showed up periodically, dragging her someplace and fucking her until she thought she was going to die. She had met him just a few weeks ago on a sleepless night when her parents had been out of town and she had thrown a party at her house. Everyone else had gone home or passed out and she had been sitting on the porch when she saw him walking down the sidewalk. She was just drunk enough to wander across the yard and talk to him, assaulting him with an endless barrage of questions she didn’t even really hear the answers to. From the second she had drawn close to him, she was completely lost to him. There was something about his eyes. They were somewhere between brown and hazel but when the light hit them a certain way they looked almost golden. And with his pale skin, skinny body and black hair, he looked like one of the rock stars she swooned over. They didn’t really have much in the way of conversations but she felt like that was something that would probably come to them over time and if he wanted to get rid of her when the sex got stale or vice versa, then she figured she would be okay with that too. The lack of conversation also meant a lack of emotional connection. Plus, she was young and had plans of getting out of Lynchville and going off to college somewhere and didn’t even know if she really wanted a stupid, sometimes transient thing like love to hold her back from doing that.
  “So where is your house?”
  “Jesus, back to the questions... I’ll take you there someday.”
  “When?”
  “I don’t know. Soon. How’s that?”
  “Afraid your friends won’t like me?”
  “No. I’m sure they would like you just fine.”
  “Then why not?”
  “Because I like this.”
  “What? Walking?”
  “No. I like the game of it. I like having to sneak off. I like the thrill of thinking we could be caught at any time. I like not knowing much about you and you not knowing much about me.”
  She couldn’t argue with that.
  “You’re causing me to lose a lot of sleep, you know?”
  “I’m sorry. Don’t come then. Go back home. Christ.”
  This silenced her. Two times in one night. She thought it was mean of him to say something like that. He didn’t have to say it more than once for it to hurt. Maybe he knew she didn’t really have any choice but to come with him. He was like some kind of drug she always wanted more of. While that may change, especially if he kept being an ass, it was unavoidable for now.
  They were just outside of town now, on the same road as the cemetery, aptly called Cemetery Drive.
  The cemetery was on a large hill. The hill displayed an impressive array of tombstones, some of them monolithic, in a grand fashion. They stretched up the hill and ran down the far side of the hill, out of view, ending at the edge of the woods. For a town so small, Lynchville had a huge cemetery. She could never figure out if this was because a lot of people died in Lynchville or if the town was just old or if the people that left chose to be brought back and buried there. Any of those things could account for the graveyard’s bounty. Although it was probably because it was the only cemetery in Lynchville.
  Or maybe it was because of the Devils, she thought.
  This was a legend that never failed to enthrall her. She had never heard of them