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HarperTeen, p Trade ed. Throughout these two volumes, seemingly every possible constellation of prom pleasure and mayhem, natural and supernatural, is explored. Levithan and [End Page ] Ehrenhaft assemble a star gallery of twenty-one YA authors, and these writers strut their stuff, ably working the short-story form to capture the nuances of the satin and tulle money pit that is the American Prom. In settings ranging from s prep-school banquets to rubber-chicken hotel affairs to tackily be-streamered school cafeterias to a magical Gullah night in an old barn, their characters find what they're looking for on dance floors, in limos, in rented Winnebagos, at after parties, or not at all; each story creates its own world and the appropriate mood to go with it. Cabot's crew is no less glittery, but for the most part, their occult-themed stories, with the exception of Stephenie Meyer's, are disappointing.

Believe her, I mean. Tell me what you need me to do. I really do. Maybe not tonight. And maybe not tomorrow. But soon.

And when he does. A nightmare. Yes, exactly. End of story. Which is fine with me.

She can have the last word. And then I see him, moving across the dance floor toward me. I checked. I just sip the punch, grateful for the liquid—even if it is a little too sweet—because my throat is so dry. Something that sets him apart from all the rest of the dumb jocks in school. Oh well. I knew I was making a mistake by not sending Adam packing right away. This is no job for amateurs. He insisted. The Saint Eligius Prep prom committee really outdid themselves this year.

Securing the four-story grand ballroom at the Waldorf-Astoria was a feat all on its own, but transforming it into such a sparkling romantic wonderland? I just hope all those rosettes and streamers are fireproof. I hastily lower my skirt. Blushing, I keep my gaze on the gyrating couples in front of us.

Gregory from U. History is one of the chaperones. She might as well try to keep the moon from rising. I can tell. Well, so what? He invited himself! He knew that from the outset. I mean, who am I kidding? I have a legacy to fulfill. It feels good. It feels safe. It feels warm. It feels. Not the new girl. I look up at him dreamily. Well, last night, actually. Or maybe I noticed, but it never really registered, because what would a guy like him ever see in a girl like me? And okay, sure, he only asked me because he obviously feels sorry for me, on account of my mother being a vampire and all.

But still. Is he.

Like on a real date? This is a dream or something. Because how could such a thing even be possible? I cannot believe this. I am never going to get a guy I actually like to ask me out at this rate. I am going to stay a freak—the product of similar freaks—for the rest of my life. Why would a guy like Adam Blum ever want to go out with me in the first place? The child of a vampire and a mad scientist? Not going to happen. Because suddenly all I can see are those eyes. And the next thing I know, Sebastian Drake is taking me into his arms—gently, so gently—and leading me from the dance floor toward a set of French doors through which I can see a night-darkened garden, bathed in twinkling fairy lights and moonlight.

Who is reaching up to smooth some loose tendrils away from my face. How could I possibly hate someone as handsome and sweet and gentle as he is? He wants to make me feel better. He wants to help me. We have our burdens, do we not, you and I, Mary? Your mother says hello, by the way. His mouth feels like liquid fire against my skin. But in a good way. His breath, so warm, has seemed to cause my spine to go limp.

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And the next thing I know, something cold and wet hits me in the neck. Coughing, I stagger away from the man who, just seconds before, had been holding me so tenderly, but is now clutching at his smoldering chest. Which, unfortunately for you, it appears you are. And rage. Across the small of my back.

The word Ted. So from now on, everyone will know I belong to you. And pulls her head down so he can stick his tongue in her mouth. But I guess it works out better this way. That was a strike, by the way. In case you missed it.

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Although I have to admit, he has a lot to brag about. Not just winning at Night Strike bowling, either. Midnight bowling is fun and all. But nothing can really compare with slaying a two-hundred-year-old vampire at the prom. No one has ever called me Mare before. To lull him into a false sense of security?

Yeah, I had a pretty good idea of what was going on. The rest of the bowling alley is in darkness, except for the balls and pins, which glow with an eerie fluorescence. Admit it, Mary. You needed me back there.

My heartbeat staggers. I mean, especially in light of the coming apocalyptic event? And now his gaze has drifted from my mouth, and downward. It goes great with bowling shoes. We need to prepare a counterattack. Dracula can wait. Jacobs, which scared the dickens out of me when I was a teenager. Be careful what you wish for, indeed! But within the garishly decorated waiting room, three table lamps shone brightly, each draped with a jewel-toned scarf.

A red plastic monkey hung from the office doorknob, indicating that Madame Z was with a client. We were up next. He stretched his arms out toward us.

The pod person has taken over our beloved Will! Just watch. At least she had a prom dress. And a for-sure chance to wear it. Her grouchiness was endangering our plan, which was the whole reason we were here. The night of the prom was getting dangerously close, and I was not going to be the sad shell of a girl who sat home alone while everyone else went crazy with glitter dust and danced ironically in spectacular three-inch heels.

I refused, especially since I knew in my heart of hearts that Will wanted to ask me. He just needed a little encouragement. I lowered my voice, all the while smiling at Will like la la la, just girl talk, nothing important!

And she did not keep her voice down. Bad Yun Sun, throwing it out in the open like that. Bad, bad, naughty girl! Although, huh. That was kind of an icky image. It made him look so vulnerable. Now shut up. And fine, the name of the dance was dorky, but springtime was for lovers. It was an indisputable truth. Enough chummy shoulder slugs and giggling, snorting tickle wars! Yun Sun had disappeared into the kitchen for snacks, leaving the two of us alone.

His foot tap-taptapped against the floor, and his fingers flexed on his jeans.

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No need for any preparatory remarks. But since there were preparatory remarks. As we watched, Richard Gere climbed out of the sun roof and scaled the fire escape, all to win the affections of his beloved. I was blathering, and I knew it. Because in actual real reality, I was an even bigger wimp than he was. She would tell us our futures, and unless she was a total hack, she would state the obvious as an impartial observer: Will and I were meant for each other.

Hearing it spoken so plainly would give Will the guts to try again. The plastic monkey twitched on the office doorknob. A black man with snow-white hair shuffled out of the office. He had no teeth, which made the lower half of his face look puckered, like a prune. A gust of wind nearly toppled the old man, and Will steadied him. His words came out mushy, because of the no-teeth thing. Past the driveway, tree branches thrashed and creaked. We turned to see Madame Zanzibar in the office doorway.

She wore hot pink Juicy Couture sweatpants with a matching hot pink top, unzipped to her clavicle. Her lipstick was bright orange, to match her nails, and so was the end of the cigarette she held between two fingers.

Will followed. Madame Z ushered us into her office, and the three of us scrunched together in an overstuffed armchair. Will realized it was never going to work and i61j lauren myracle lowered himself to the floor. I wiggled to make Yun Sun give me more room. She puffed on her cigarette. How to put it? My question had been a conversation opener. Did she have a problem with conversation openers?

Sure, whatever. So I guess I was wondering. Out with it. I was wondering if a certain special person was going to ask me a certain special question. Madame Z pressed two fingers to her forehead and let her eyes go blank. Complicating factors. Could we dig a little deeper here?

Give me something to work with? That is always the question. Her eyes flew to Will, and she paled. Just get to the bloody answer! Madame Z made a show of pulling herself together, complete with a long, shaky draw on her cigarette. Take it or leave it.

Will claimed not to have a specific question, but i63j lauren myracle Madame Z was oddly insistent on relaying a message to him anyhow. She waved her hands over his aura and warned him sternly of heights, which was curiously appropriate as Will was an avid rock climber. First his eyebrows shot up, and then a different emotion took over, like some secret anticipatory pleasure.

He glanced at me and blushed. Do you have a fabulous new climbing spot? A brandnew shiny carabiner? That was it. Those were her pearls of wisdom. Yun Sun seemed as underwhelmed as I was, and i64j the corsage I felt like protesting on all our behalves.

I mean, seriously! A tree in the forest? Be careful of heights? You will be as beautiful as you allow yourself to be?

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Even with her somewhat convincing touches of atmospheric creepiness, the three of us were getting cheated. Me in particular. But before I could say anything, a cell phone on the desk rang. Madame Z picked it up and used a long orange nail to punch the talk button. Her expression changed as she listened to whoever was on the other end. She grew brisk and annoyed.

Yeast infection. Not that Madame Z had a yeast infection. I mean, ick. But that she was discussing it with Silas, whoever he was, while all of us listened in. For the itching, you idiot!

Unless he wants to scratch it for me! Will looked up at me, his brown eyes wide with alarm. Maybe it would end up having the desired effect after all. Madame Z pointed at me with the lit end of her cigarette, and I ducked my chin contritely, like Sorry, sorry. To distract myself, I focused on the strange and varied clutter on her shelves. I nudged Will with my knee and pointed. He mimed choking the poor deceased bastard, and I snortled.

And on the shelf above that was. Will whistled. Can we leave now? It still has hair! Her pallor was gone; apparently talking to Silas had shaken her out of her funk. I see you found Fernando! No one left to care for him, so I took pity on him and brought him here.

But hair? Sometimes it keeps growing for weeks after the deceased has made his crossing. Sometimes the hair keeps growing. Had the doc give it to me after my hysterectomy. This show-and-tell was proving far more enjoyable than our actual readings. Madame Z followed my gaze. She opened her mouth, then closed it. Are we done here? Right, Will? Madame Z pressed her lips together. She muttered something under her breath about idiot teenagers and how she refused to take the blame, whatever came of it.

Then she stood up, pawing the top shelf. She retrieved the clump and placed it in front of us. A limp red ribbon holding it all together. Or, no.

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More like she did want to but was struggling to resist. What does it do? Desperate for a heart-stopping romance, no matter the cost? But here it was, out on the table. Hope flickered in my chest. And I really wanted to know. She put the corsage in the middle of the table, where it sat doing absolutely nothing.

It was ludicrous and at the same time perfect: the storm, the wacko, and now the ominously issued pronouncement. And yet the way Madame Z regarded us made our laughter trickle off. The way she regarded Will, especially. He tried to resurrect the hilarity. Her orange lipstick was like a stain. None of us knew what to say to that. The situation felt unreal, yet here we were, in this moment.

She pulled a turquoise lighter from her pocket and struck a flame. She picked up the corsage with a fierce determination, as if committing to a course of action long overdue. It should be burned. She reached to reclaim the bundle, then jerked her hand back convulsively. I sensed the same internal warring as when I first goaded her into speaking of the corsage, as if the corsage had an element of actual power over her. Which was ridiculous, of course. My voice broke. The i71j lauren myracle skin around them was as thin as crepe paper, and I realized she was older than I originally assumed.

You deserve a spanking. Or perhaps the corsage had done the releasing? I take no responsibility for what happens. She snorted. It was just that it was so terribly important. Destroy the whole world. I shook my head. Madame Z clucked at dim, foolish me.

Well, let her. He hated all unpleasantness. They were so wonderful. I lifted the corsage, and Madame Z gasped and grabbed my wrist. I placed the corsage in my messenger bag, careful not to squish it. She counted them, then assessed me in a bone-tired, orange-lipsticked way. Fine, then, her demeanor conveyed. Saturdays and Sundays, too, more often than not. My parents were on sabbatical in Botswana for the semester, which meant Chez Frankie was party central. We could have; my house was miles from town on an unmaintained dirt road, with no nearby neighbors to complain.

Jeremy thought Will and I were weird, though. I had the middle seat. A bolt of lightning illuminated the rows of tombstones, and I thought to myself what eerie and disturbi74j the corsage ing places cemeteries really were.

Rotted-away skin. Coffins, which sometimes came undug. I was glad to get home. I joined her in the den and sifted through the stack. There is nothing the slightest bit creepy about High School Musical.

He opened his wallet and laid a twenty-dollar bill on the coffee table. My treat. My heart constricted. I ached to keep him here, even if just for a little longer.

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He looked amused. The den was warm and cozy, pizza was on the way, and I had the two greatest friends in the world.

What else did I truly want? Duh, the grasping part of my brain told me. It all ends up presenting a picture of love as full of sacrifices and personal renunciations for women. Still, offering a much more sympathetic and we would even dare to say, human side to supernatural beings is no new literary development with whose originality we could credit Meyer. The protagonist of The Vampire Diaries first published in the s and conveniently reissued in after the success of Twilight, with three more novels being added to the former four-novel saga , Its protagonist, Elena Gilbert, is the most popular girl but now she feels she does not belong.

Stefan soon feels a hunger for Elena he will not indulge in … Does this ring a bell? We are privy to his thoughts, his feelings, his memories and even his Powers. The portrayals of Stefan and Edward are heavily dependent on the description of the dark hero. Elmo, Mr. But if these dark heroes are to be redeemed, this is to be achieved only through the love they feel.

Civic duty then replaces religious concerns. These vampires who miss human life and sometimes reject their condition do not want to make more vampires.

The female role models Bella can aspire to fulfill in the Twilight saga are quite limited. Following the path of her mother involves a personal sacrifice, for her mother has rejected the comforts of her own home to travel with her new husband, in the process having to renounce to her daughter too.

Her mother will not do as a good female role model — she is presented as a sort of surrogate daughter for Bella, who has to take care and protect her constantly from real life events in general terms or from vampires in particular. Within the vampires, she admires Alice, who is a role model for her in that Bella aspires to be a vampire just like her prospective sister-in-law.

Also, not only does she want to be like Alice, Alice can help her become what she wants. This role model does not only apply in the traditional sense of role models helping us to model our personalities, dress style, hairdo, etc.

Emily is a rather good role model — caring, protecting her men, but, still, she poses an ugly face literally and metaphorically — the danger that might come from getting involved with werewolves.

Additionally, not only is Bella looking for a role model for herself in her own process of growing up into adulthood. She has also become a role model herself for million of female readers teenagers or not.

The Vampire Diaries series and the Twilight Saga are both of them a celebration of small town America. They offer conventional views of manhood as protectors and womanhood as beings to be cherished and protected. Female protagonists in these novels are damsels in distress ready to be rescued from the stupidity they have brought upon themselves: Bella wanders alone after dark in the city and has some guys chasing after her, Elena leaves the homecoming dance with a disreputable character and he gets too rough with her ….

If the premise of Prom Nights From Hell, the short story collection co-authored by Stephenie Meyer, Meg Cabot and two other authors, holds true, vampires and other supernatural monsters are about to come a fixture of prom nights and high school dances as much as beautiful dresses and punch. In these stories, high schools can very well be a horror site, as teenage movies have showed over and over again.

All in all, by presenting a more understanding and sympathetic view of the vampire, the Twilight series and The Vampire Diaries also offer an agenda of their own, whose influence on teenagers remains to be seen other than the rapid rise of the use of Isabella and Edward as two of the most popular baby names in the U.