Kristopher looked tired and upset when he walked into my bedroom. He sat down on my bed and stared at me. I was lying under the covers in my pajamas. "What's wrong?" I asked my friend.
"I ran into an old friend, he says he knows you. He seemed a little pissed at me."
"What?" I asked extremely confused. I was not sure who or what he was talking about.
"Samantha, did you ever know someone named Alexander?" He looked at me when he asked the question. I felt my eyes widen when he said the name. He did not require me to answer. "He says he knows you?"
"I knew an Alexander my senior year of high school. He was my first really serious boyfriend, but he left." Kristopher nodded, waiting for me to continue. "He was human."
"Was he tall, black hair, blue eyes? Did he leave without an explanation, or so suddenly that you didn't have a chance to find out what was really going on?"
"Yes," I said quietly. "But he was human."
Kristopher shook his head. "Samantha, he is a vampire, like you, like me. I traveled with him for almost two years. When he saw me tonight, I told him about you. He almost killed me there, why?"
I stared at my sire. "I don't know. He left. I loved him, but he left. I mean, he said goodbye, but he just left me there. He has no reason to be mad at you."
"He wants to see you again, soon. And he wants me dead. I told him that I would be having a party next week, Friday. Will you be up to that?"
"Do you mean party like the one that I met you at?" He nodded. "I think that I can handle that, who else are you going to invite? It can't be just the three of us, the three mortals would be suspicious."
"There are others, I just never let you meet them. You will be able to tell them apart from the rest. And don't worry the humans will know what is going on."
"I don't know if I can do this Kristopher."
"You don't have much choice." He kissed me then left me to sleep.
It was six o'clock. I was extremely tired, but I could not stop thinking about Alexander. How could he be a vampire? Why did he leave? Did he ever love me? Why did he want to kill Kristopher? And the most important question, what would I do when I saw him again?
Over the next few days, Kristopher made phone calls to everyone he knew. He told me that there would be ten of us attending. We had to refurbish the basement, add seats and a plasma television. It took a lot of effort. The day before the party I was told to go shopping alone. Kristopher had always been extremely protective of me and rarely left me out of his sight.