He`d lean into me and greet me with a long, seductive kiss, sending chills from my head to my combat boots. I`d run into his arms and he`d envelop me in them like a gothic Juliet. Alexander would be waiting for me in the middle of the packed dance floor, with a single black rose. We`d meet inside the Coffin Club, where pale mannequins with bat wings hung from the ceiling and ghostlike fog permeated the air. I passed the bus ride doodling in my Olivia Outcast journal, imagining my reunion with Alexander. I was excited to see Aunt Libby again, but even more important, I was only a few hours away from being reunited, or so I hoped, with my number-one vampire-mate. Today I was on a Prozac high, minus the Prozac, ecstatic to return to the funky town of Hipsterville-home to unique coffee shops, with handmade coffee mugs and fresh scones (not the overincorporated cutout kinds with focus-group canned-in music), goth and hipster boutiques, and the perfectly morbid Coffin Club. More than a few months ago I`d waved good-bye to my mother at Dullsville`s Greyhound bus stop and boarded the Hipsterville-bound bus to visit my ultraconservative father`s hippie sister, Aunt Libby.
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