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I pictured the cheesecake Salem had summoned for me last night, knowing that this one would not compare. “Vanilla cake with white frosting. It's not very
exciting
, I know...but I wasn't sure what to get. I figured this was the safest bet
for everybody
.”

“Sounds good to me.”

I glanced into the living room, a sinking feeling growing in the pit of my stomach when I couldn't find Salem anywhere. I did, however, see several classmates dancing to the beat of the unrecognized
song
playing from the radio. I could hardly imagine what it would be like when Jason threw his party – I knew
way more than ten people would be showing up for that one
.

“Let me handle this,
” Karen said in disgrace. I watched her casually enter the living room and shut off the radio. “
How a
bout everyone get ready for Alexis to open her presents while I order us some pizza
?”

Everyone settled down after cheering at the idea of pizza. I smiled thankfully at my blonde friend as she passed by to order the food. The crowd of teenagers deserted the living room and filled the small dining area, surrounding me and the table of unopened gifts. Karen joined them after hanging up the phone.

“Open mine first,” s
he insisted, handing me a small white gift bag.

I knew no matter what anyone got me, it wouldn't compare to the laptop from Jason. I opened the bag to reveal a gift card to Karen's favorite clothes store. I smiled, despite my disappointment. A gift card to almost anywhere else would have suited me better, but she was always insis
tent upon me changing my style. Chances were that this would only end up lost somewhere, never used – but
it was the thought that counts.

Next was a present from Mitchell Banner, Jason's younger brother. It was
a simple card with ten dollars i
n it – fine with me; money was always preferred in these situations.
I shot him a smile and said ‘thank you’ before tearing open the next gift.
As the pile dwindled down to the very last one, I had a mass of random things before me that I didn't need or necessarily want, but was nevertheless thankful for.

“Who is that one from?” Karen asked curiously, pointing at the
last
remaining present.

The last gift on the table was neatly wrapped in shining teal paper. I eyed it suspiciously, having not seen anyone bring it in. As I picked it up, I felt my heart beat quicken when I read the tag: 'From Salem.'

“It's from that boy I told you about...” I said quietly.

“Is he here?” h
er voice grew excited as she glanced around the room.

“I-I don't know,
” I said honestly, wondering where he had escaped to.

I tore open the paper, and my jaw dropped. It was an entire collection of Edgar Allan Poe's work in a beautiful leather bound book, identical to the one Janet had left behind. There was a thin piece of paper, roughly the size of a bookmark, sticking up between the pages. I flipped through the book and pulled out the paper. In beautifully scripted letters it read '
To my little raven.
', and it was placed on the page where
The Raven
began.
I felt my cheeks grow warm. I shut the book hastily as Karen came creeping over to peek over my shoulder.

“Well, what is it?” s
he asked impatiently.

“It's just a book.”

“That's lame. Who gets someone homework for their birthday?”
s
he laughed.

I glared at her. “It was a very thoughtful gift!” The words came out angrier than I had intended.

Karen looked taken
aback and I frowned, “I'm sorry,” I apologized,
“I'm just stressed...from you know what.”

S
he nodded slowly, “I understand.
” I wondered if she really did.

There was an
other knock on the door. The pizza delivery man had arrived and carried in four large pizza boxes. As everyone gathered plates of food, I stood back and waited. There were only two slivers of plain cheese pizza left by the time I got to the boxes. I wasn't surprised that no one had been considerate enough to let me, the birthday girl, get her share first. Nor did I really care; I wanted this all to be over with.

I sat alone in the living room on the sofa while everyone else chattered in the dining area, downing bite after bite of pizza.

“Cake time!” Karen shouted and dragged me out of the living room.

Good. This meant the torture was almost over and I could go to bed. She lit eighteen brightly colored candles and the whole room was filled with a chorus of the traditional birthday song. I smiled awkwardly as everyone sung, then blew out the candles. Karen dished out slices of cake to everyone – giving me the first slice. At least someone was being considerate. I smiled gratefully before sulking back to my spot on the couch.

She joined me moments later, followed by Jason. “How
do you like
the party, Alexis?” sh
e asked as she put a forkful of white cake into her mouth.

I shrugged my shoulders a
s I swallowed. “So far, so good,
” I smiled.

“That's good. I hope it isn't too much...I just thought you would feel better with some company.”

“I appreciate it, really.”

“Admit it – you're in a hurry to get all of these people out of here so
you can play with your new toy,
” Jason winked at me.

“
You guys know me way too well,
”
I laughed.

They both laughed in unison and returned to eating their cake. To my relief, the rest of the guests were leaving directly after the cake was finished. A few of them wished me a happy birthday again before vanishing out the front door.
Mitchell stayed behind to give me a quick hug and tell Jason that he was going to walk home.
I sighed with relief and leaned back on the sofa.

“Thanks, again,
both of you,
” I said, stifling a yawn.

“
No problem
,
” Karen said proudly. “Do you want me to stay and help clean up?”

“No,
it’s fine
. I can handle it.”

“
Let me know how the laptop runs,
” Jason said.

“I will!” I said cheerfully and embraced him again. “I still
can’t
believe you spent all of that time and money.”

“It's not a big deal, really,” he smiled, “j
ust make sure to put it to good use.”

“Oh, I will for sure.”

I followed them both to the door, quickly saying goodbye and sharing a warm group hug before they walked off to
Jason’s
car. I wasn't surprised that they were leaving together, considering we were all three really close. I sighed with relief when I closed the door, then nearly screamed when I felt the cold skin against my arm. Turning around slowly, I lowered my guard.

“I didn't mean to startle you,
” Salem said apologetically.

“Where have you been?” I gasped.

“Upstairs,” h
e replied casually. “I figured I would give you some privacy.”

“You could have stayed.”

“It would have caused a scene.”

“
No it wouldn’t have
,
” I replied, but he was probably right. Everyone would be wondering who he was – especially Karen. “Thank you so much for the book, by the way.”

“It was m
y pleasure,” h
e smiled, “I hope you don't mind.”

“Why would I? I love it.”

“Well, what I mean to say is, I hope you don't mind that I used the blank book Janet sent you.”

“How did you do that?” I blinked.

“The same way I summon all other objects...I wasn't sure if I would be able to do it, but I think it worked as planned.”

I grabbed the book off the table, turning the crisp pages and noting that everything was exactly as I remembered reading it in other volumes. I plucked the paper out from the book and examined it. “I don't mind, I hadn't
planned
to use the book as a
diary or anything
,
anyway.
How did you know this was my favorite stories
?” I asked quietly, turning the thin piece of paper in my hand.

“G
ood guess?” he grinned. “Plus
, it is hardly a surprise, considering your last name.”

“Hobbs?” I wondered.

“No,
Waldron
,” h
e corrected. “Hobbs isn't your surname, after all, remember?”

“Right...” I had sort of spaced that fact out. “What does that have to do with
anything
, though?”

“Waldron trans
lates into the word ‘wall-raven’
, which in a roundabout way
is said to mean ‘strong raven’,” h
e said – that explained the little note scrawled across the bookmark.

“That's interesting,
” I said quietly, considering what it could possibl
y mean…p
robably nothing. “How do you know that?”

“I have done my research,” h
e explained calmly. “You aren't going to like this, but your family
is
sort of my mortal enemies.”

“Emphasis on 'mortal', right?” I laughed
half-heartedly
. “How is it they haven't...killed you...considering they seem to know you are here, and Paul sa
id you are one of the few he hasn’t been able to finish off
?”

“I
'm smarter than they anticipate,
” Salem shrugged. “Plus, I don't go looking for trouble like some of my kind do. Some vampires enjoy the thrill of being hunted.”

“
How come I’ve never heard about real vampires before? I mean if there are so many of you out there it would be all over the place.
Nothing’s a secret these days.
”

“We...they...don't act
out in the open, they a
re discreet about what they do. Most likely a lot of the murder stories you see on the news or read in the newspaper are related to vampires.”

I frowned, not liking where this was going. “Do you...” I paused, unsure of what to say.

He seemed to understand and smiled reassuringly at me. “Of course not.”

“Then, what do you do about blood?”

He shut his eyes briefly, “I was hoping to avoid these questions.
It i
s simple...there are other ways to satisfy my needs, such as through animal blood.”
             

“Oh,
” I walked to the kitchen counter and collected the empty pizza boxes. “You weren't born this way, right?” I asked as I went to the front door.

Salem opened the door and followed me out. “N
o, I was once an ordinary human,” h
e said remorsefully.

I dumped the boxes into the large green trashcan beside my house. Moments later, I brought out a trash bag full of discarded wrapping paper, paper plates and the empty cake box.

“How did you become a vampire?” I asked as we went back indoors. Salem was quiet for a while, thinking I guessed.

“My memory is foggy, as bizarre as that might sound. I believe that is how it is for all of us –
perhaps we repress the memories,” h
e eventually replied, sitting beside me on the sofa. “From what I can recall, the place I called home had caught fire one night...there was smoke everywhere, my sister was screaming...I never heard my mother or father, but I could distinctly hear Hannah somewhere in the house.
I can vaguely recall seeing her, but I’m not sure what happened to her…
” h
e paused; I could see the sorrow in his eyes as the images replayed through his mind.

“She was barely three at that point. I made it out of the house before it crumbled completely, but I didn't escape completely unscathed. I suffered severe burns across my lower half. Raziel – my
‘Sire’
, the man who bit me
– claims that he found me in the alley behind my house, writhing in agony...instead of putting my misery to an end, he elon
gated it for the next 126 years,” h
e scowled.

“You are miserable?” I frowned as I stared into his pale eyes.

“I was,” h
e looked back at me. “The pain of becoming...what I am...was beyond anything you could ever imagine, for so many different reasons. My chance at living a normal life was taken away from me that night.” He muttered in anguish. “But, at the same time, had it not been for that, I would have been dead centuries ago. Although watching the world grow and expand has been a gift, the rest of what you have to endure isn't worth it.