Dance With a Vampire by Ellen Schreiber Read Free Book Online Page A

eyes, slowly transforming into the daughter she had always wanted.
    The prom babes sized me up. A few smiled; a few giggled. I must have looked quite the sight, pretty in pink with my multiple ear piercings, temporary bat tattoos, and black lipstick and fingernail polish.
    I imagined how much better I’d look if this prom dress had a few holes, black seams, or was dyed bloodred.
    “Before you decide…,” Madge declared briskly. She returned to the counter to replace my black rubber bracelets with rhinestone ones.
    Just then Jack Patterson stepped into view.
    “Raven, it’s Jack,” my mother said, and excitedly exited the dressing room.
    As my mother greeted Jack and they continued on with their pleasantries, I raced back to my dressing-room stall and locked the door.
    Then she did something only a mother would do. “Raven! Come out here,” she called to me.
    I had nowhere to run. I wasn’t ready for anyone to see me like this, much less Jack Patterson.
    I slunk out of the dressing room, through Juniors Boutique, trying to balance myself on the tiny stiletto heels.
    The other girls scrutinized me as they continued to shop. My mother signaled for me to twirl around and model the dress for Jack. I awkwardly spun like an inexperienced model.
    Jack smiled. “You look beautiful.”
    I couldn’t help but feel proud, even though I felt like an ornament on top of a sweet sixteen birthday cake.
    “I have more to try on…,” I finally said, heading back to the dressing room.
    After I tried on a dress in every color of the rainbow, the Madison mother-and-daughter Prom Dress Finding Team were growing weary.
    I got dressed in my black-on-black threads.
    “So which one do you like?” my mom asked, holding up a pink dress in one hand and a blue one in the other. “I think they are both wonderful.”

    “Uh…can we keep looking?”
    I just imagined Alexander, sporting a midnight black tux, arriving at my house to find me all puffed up in pink.
    “Why are you frowning?” my mother chided.
    “They may be wonderful…But they’re not…me.”
    My mother sighed. “For my senior prom, Grandma bought me what she wanted me to wear—a lavender satin dress with a white sweater and brand-new crisp white gloves.”
    “Gloves? But you were a hippie.”
    “Exactly.”
    “So you wore them?”
    “I did until I got to the prom. Then I switched into a sundress I had hanging in my locker.
    Now I’m doing the same thing to you. Insisting you dress the way I’d like you to dress instead of the way that makes you comfortable.”
    I was impressed that my mother had such insight. “Let’s give it one more try,” she continued.
    There was a simple black strapless dress, lined with lace, on a mannequin. I could accessorize it with an onyx choker, black studded bracelets, and spiderweb earrings.
    Jennifer Warren, a varsity cheerleader, stood behind me as I studied the dress, glaring at me as if I wasn’t worthy of eyeing such a beautiful gown.
    “Hey, Mom,” I called, catching up to her at the accessory counter. “I think I’ve found a dress that fits both our tastes.”
    I led my mother back through the maze of satiny garments.
    We reached the mannequin, only to find a salesgirl unzipping the black dress and handing it to Jennifer.
    “Mom,” Jennifer exclaimed to a delighted woman. “It’s stunning.”
    My heart sank. I tugged at my hair and dug my boots into the masonite tiled floor. My eyes couldn’t help but well up with tears. My mother’s smile strained, as if she were as heartbroken as I was.
    “That’s fine,” I managed to say. “I don’t have to go.”

    “What do you mean you’re not going?” Jack asked from behind the sales counter.
    “They just sold the perfect dress,” I admitted.
    “You mean you didn’t like the pink one?” he asked, helping a salesgirl with the register.
    “It looked gorgeous.”
    “Well…”
    “Not your taste…I understand.”
    Jack thought for a moment as he finished the