Vampire Kisses 9: Immortal Hearts by Ellen Schreiber Read Free Book Online

A sample of Dullsville’s population permeated the store: couples, families, teens.
    “I don’t think there has ever been a vampire in this store,” I answered with a laugh.
    “What about Jameson?” she asked, looking toward where he was waiting for us near the checkout. “Is he a vampire?”
    “I don’t know.... He goes out during the day,” I said.
    “Maybe he’s part vampire and part mortal.” Becky said. “He sure looks that way.”
    Becky’s comment left me feeling curious about Alexander’s butler.
    “Well, I don’t think we’ve left anything for any other visiting vampires,” she said, assessing our selections.
    Our carts were full of fun stuff that I thought Stormy might like: pillows, candles, wall hangings, a few scatter rugs and assembly-required furniture to make her space more comfortable.
    “I think we’re all set,” I said, and we headed over to the Creepy Man and his credit card.
    Alexander hung up the curtains, and Becky and I placed the scatter rugs on the floor in Stormy’s new room. There was so much dust there, Becky went into a coughing fit.
    My boyfriend was attractive even in the dim lighting as he worked as hard as a handsome handyman.
    “Is this straight?” he asked. I’d never realized Alexander was such a perfectionist. The drapes hung flawlessly.
    Now that the curtains were hung and the funky furniture and shelves were installed, we placed a few ornaments on the antique dresser. Alexander had painted tiny pictures of his family, and I fitted them into frames we’d purchased.
    “She’ll love this,” Alexander said, examining the room.
    “Do you think so?” I asked. I thought the room was fabulous, but since I hadn’t met Stormy yet, it was hard to know if she would. I could only count on Alexander for his opinion.
    “Hey, what’s not to like?” Alexander said, sizing up our room makeover. “This place is awesome!”
    “I think so, too,” Becky concurred. “I love how you transformed this room.”
    “I’m glad you both think so,” I said, wiping my hair away from my face. “But this is really your grandmother’s home. Stormy might be offended that I decorated it.”
    “Well, now it’s my home, too. And besides, my grandmother would be happy to know that you are going to so much trouble for my sister.”
    “I had a great time doing this,” I said. “I’m glad you think your grandmother would approve.”
    “Well, more importantly, Stormy will. She is very opinionated. And this is way cooler than her room at home,” Alexander added.
    “I agree, Raven, you’ve outdone yourself,” Becky said. “She’s going to love iandng to lt here!”
    “Did Stormy ever visit the Mansion when you were growing up?” I asked Alexander.
    “Just as a baby. I don’t think she remembers it. She was so little.” Alexander beamed as he gazed at our accomplishment and put his arm around my shoulder. “The only problem is now she’ll never want to leave!”

5 Spooky Siblings
     
    A few days later, Stormy was set to arrive in Dullsville. I was so excited to meet her, I skipped dinner and waited for the sun to set outside the Mansion. I remembered how anxious I had been to meet Alexander’s parents. I’d imagined what they were like and worried what kind of impression I’d make. This time, I wasn’t as nervous, but I was hoping Alexander’s sister and I would get along smoothly. When the door finally opened, I greeted Alexander with a huge kiss. I was pacing around the Mansion, the yummy smell of Jameson’s dinner in the warmer wafting throughout, while Alexander lay on the antique sofa, flipping through a modern art magazine as we waited for Jameson’s Mercedes to pull in.
    “I think I hear a car,” I said, running to the door.
    “That’s the tenth time you’ve said that,” he said, not looking up from the mag.
    “I’m sure it’s them this time,” I said, happily twisting the doorknob.
    “That’s not the Mercedes,” Alexander called as I opened