Covet by Melissa Darnell Page A

they lived.
    I knew someone who might know their new address, though. And she was in the phone book. I slipped out of the theater to make the call. Thankfully she answered.
    “Hey, Michelle, it’s Tristan Coleman. From first period office aide—”
    A loud squeak made me hold the phone away from my ear. What the heck?
    “Michelle? Are you still there?” I asked, wondering if her phone had died.
    “Yep! I’m here,” she breathed.
    Okay. “I know it’s weird for me to call you like this, but I was hoping you could do me a huge favor. Do you know Savannah’s new address? I need to talk to her father.”
    “Say no more,” she said, her voice rising with each word. “I always thought you two would make the perfect couple.”
    That made two of us.
    “They bought that old haunted house across the tracks from the Tomato Bowl. You know, the green-and-white Victorian?”
    “Yeah, I know the one you’re talking about.” I was already headed down the ramp to my truck in the back parking lot. “Thanks, Michelle.”
    “You know, Savannah’s been really sad this week. Everyone says it’s because you two were secretly dating and then broke up, but she won’t talk about it at all. Did you dump her?”
    “No. It was the other way around actually.”
    Silence. Finally she said, “Well, I hope you get back together.”
    “I’m sure trying.”
    “Good luck!”
    I thanked her, then ended the call, got in my truck and headed across town, trying to plan what in the world I could possibly say to convince her dad to turn me when I couldn’t even convince his daughter.
    At the house, I parked by the curb, turned off the engine, then sat for a few minutes listening to the ticking of my truck’s engine as it cooled down.
    Was I doing the right thing? Or should I do what everyone else wanted and let her go?
    I closed my eyes, and as always Savannah’s face was right there in my mind waiting for me. I had a thousand memories of her…as a sweet little girl with flowers in her hair giving me the softest of kisses on the playground in the fourth grade… dressed as a breathtaking angel dancing barefoot with me in the leaves outside this year’s masq ball.... She feared she would lose control and kill me, but all I knew was the innocent, loving side of her. Everyone wanted me to see her as some kind of monster. But I didn’t know how to do that.
    I couldn’t give up on her. Not yet. Not if there was one last shot at making everything right again.
    I got out of my truck and walked across the front yard, still clueless as to what the heck I would say to her dad. The front porch creaked as I stepped onto it. I paused, my pulse pounding. Was I nervous about the creepy house, or talking to her dad?
    Both, I decided, but kept going anyway. The loud whine of a saw started somewhere deep inside the house, and I froze at the front door. A chain saw? Oh man, this was like every horror movie I’d ever seen come straight to life. Still, I went ahead and knocked. A vampire would hear me even over the saw.
    The noise stopped, and too soon, the door opened.
    The only time I’d seen Savannah’s father was on the return trip from the vamp council’s headquarters in Paris. Mr. Colbert had appeared every inch the vampire then in a polished suit, his emotionless face set like carved marble.
    Tonight, he wore a button-up shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, and jeans, both covered in dirt and sawdust. He seemed nothing more than an average guy hard at work on his house.
    And I’d come to ask him to turn me into a vampire.
    Mr. Colbert didn’t seem surprised that I was there. But he didn’t invite me inside, either. “Hello again, Tristan. How may I help you this evening? Savannah is not home.”
    “I know that, sir. That’s why I’m here now. I need your help.”
    He stared at me, unmoving. I’d hoped we could have this talk inside. Not that it would have been any easier there. I cleared my throat.
    “I love Savannah. And this isn’t