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    Ritual
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    Ritual
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    Ritual

    By Alex Duval

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    The A-list bites.

    Jason Freeman has gotten used to the fact that beneath its glamorous surface, DeVere Heights is full of unexpected secrets. And vampires. Then just when he thinks he's golden, he's attacked. With a crossbow.

    At first the attention Jason gets from his crush, Sienna, makes the wound almost worthwhile -- especially after she breaks up with Brad. But the crossbow-wielding lunatic isn't finished, and his next victim is found dead with a bolt through the heart.

    As tensions rise at DeVere High, suspicions about the attacker point to pretty much anyone. There's something cold and hard in Brad's eyes-the look of a killer? Nah....
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSimon Pulse
    Release dateJun 16, 2008
    ISBN9781439103913
    Ritual
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    Alex Duval

    Alex Duval is a pseudonym for two seasoned YA writers.

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      Ritual - Alex Duval

      A Time of Great Danger

      The sun was an orange-red ball in a crimson sky that was deepening to purple. Excessive.

      Jason veered toward his beach towel as a cool wind suddenly blew across the beach, making the hairs on his arms stand up. He shivered, feeling cold in the evening air. Beware the cold, a little voice whispered in his head.

      Jason ignored it. A cold wind in December was hardly something to worry about. He reached his beach towel and noted that his wet suit was completely dry. He could just stuff it in his backpack. He leaned down to grab the pack—

      Thunk! Jason felt something cold and hard slam into his body.

      The impact forced him to stagger backward. Red dots—like a dozen tiny setting suns—filled his vision for a moment. He blinked and looked down to see a thin metal bar sticking out of his chest. His stomach slowly turned over. Metal. In his body.

      Sink your teeth into Vampire BEACH

      #1: Bloodlust

      #2: Initiation

      #3: Ritual

      For Deborah Rose Bramwell

      If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that this book is stolen property. It was reported as unsold and destroyed to the publisher, and neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this stripped book.

      This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      SIMON PULSE

      An imprint of Simon & Schuster Children’s Publishing Division

      1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10020

      www.SimonandSchuster.com

      Copyright © 2007 by Working Partners Limited

      All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.

      SIMON PULSE and colophon are registered trademarks of Simon & Schuster, Inc.

      Designed by Steve Kennedy

      The text of this book was set in Adobe Caslon.

      Manufactured in the United States of America

      First Simon Pulse edition February 2007

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      Library of Congress Control Number 2006928112

      ISBN-13: 978-1-4169-1168-5

      ISBN-10: 1-4169-1168-5

      eISBN: 978-1-439-10391-3

      Special thanks to Laura Burns and Melinda Metz

      ONE

      Let’s sign up for an angel reading! Jason Freeman’s little sister, Dani, exclaimed from the backseat of his 1975 Volkswagen. It says here that the psychic is in touch with the angels all around us and passes on information from them.

      Jason was chauffeuring Dani and her friend Kristy to the Arcana Psychic Fair since neither of them was quite old enough to have a driver’s license. He had agreed to do this only because Dani had promised to do his chores for three weeks in payment.

      Their parents were in New York for some business thing of his dad’s, so they couldn’t take the girls. And Kristy’s parents had given a big no way when she had asked them to drive. Maria—Dani and Kristy’s designated driver, who was a year older and had already taken driver’s ed—was sick. That left Jason, who now had three sweet chore-free weeks to look forward to.

      The angel reading sounds good, Kristy told Dani. But top of my list is one of those pictures where you can see your aura. You can tell which are your strong points—like creativity or a healing nature.

      Yeah, and a picture would be a great souvenir, too, Dani agreed.

      I don’t know if the aura picture is a good idea. It looks like you’re having a bad-hair day, Jason teased his sister.

      You’re being paid to drive, not talk, Dani joked back, her chin-length auburn hair blowing around her face.

      I’m getting paid? All right. Because getting up at six on a Saturday morning is insane. Is there a reason this thing had to be out in the middle of the Mojave instead of right in our own Malibu?

      The area near Joshua Tree has great spiritual vibrations, Kristy explained.

      Jason nodded. Well, I’m thinking that four weeks of chores isn’t really enough to cover the early hour and the almost-three-hour drive, so I’m glad you’re throwing in some cash. Not that driving down the highway through the desert was so bad. Jason loved driving the Bug, top down, on a nice, flat stretch of mostly empty road.

      "Three weeks, Dani protested, just the way Jason knew she would. Three weeks. That’s your pay. That’s what you agreed to, and that is what you’re getting. No money, no nothing else. And, actually, I think two weeks would be a lot more reasonable since you’re getting to use Maria’s ticket, which cost forty bucks."

      Yeah. You’re getting into the fair for free, Kristy agreed. And the ticket includes one reading of your choice. You should knock off a week of chores for that.

      That’s okay, Jason responded. I already know what the angels would say: ‘Jason, you’re so hot.’ ‘Jason, are we going to hook up at the next party?’ Stuff like that. I mean, that’s what they say at school.

      In your dreams, Dani muttered.

      You two can have the extra reading, Jason said. I think I’ll go get a coffee or something and pick you guys up later.

      He thinks the whole psychic fair is silly, Dani explained to her friend.

      Maria went to London over Thanksgiving and she said everyone there is really into the occult. Girls go get crystal therapy as often as manicures. Not that it’s just a girl thing, Kristy added quickly. We’ll find you a good manly reading, Jason.

      He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Kristy and Dani leaning over the brochure for the fair—as if they didn’t have it memorized by now.

      Tarot cards? Dani murmured. Past-life regression? Channeling? Hmmm. Channeling. I want to try that. Maria said channelers can warn you about bad things that are going to happen to you so that you can be prepared.

      Jason wasn’t crazy about the sound of that. Guys, you know a fair like this is going to bring out a lot of people who are just after your money, he said. I want you to have fun. But don’t let anybody convince you to whip out your AmEx and pony up five hundred dollars for a charm of protection or a love potion or something. Just think of the whole thing as entertainment, okay?

      "Don’t you believe in anything, Jason?" Kristy asked.

      I believe in a lot of things, Jason answered.

      Yeah, Dani put in. You believe in surfing, and tacos at Eddie’s, and your car, and—

      Wait! Here’s the perfect thing for your brother, Kristy interrupted. It’s a total guy thing. It’s not a reading, but it says you can use a reading ticket.

      ‘A lecture that reveals the dark magic of vampires,’ Dani read over her friend’s shoulder. She laughed. "Kristy, we’ve got to start him out small. Maybe the lecture on herbal healing would be good. Jason’s head will probably implode if he tries to accept that vampires exist."

      But the weird thing was that Jason did. He completely accepted it. Because, since moving from Michigan to DeVere Heights, Jason had found the body of a girl killed by a vampire, been attacked by a vampire, and made friends with a vampire. In fact, in DeVere Heights, Jason had even fallen in love with Sienna Devereux—and she was, quite definitely, a vampire.

      There it is! Kristy called out. The Joshua Tree Center for Mind, Body, and Spirit.

      There it is, and nothing else, Jason thought as he parked the Bug. He could forget about his plan of escaping for some coffee and downtime. Unless he wanted to drive twenty miles back to that barely-a-town before the turn off.

      You think they have coffee in there anyplace? he asked the girls. Soda? A place where I can get caffeine injected directly into my heart? Why had he agreed to do anything that involved getting up before noon on Saturday? Especially when it didn’t even involve any surfing. Now, riding the waves was a rush it might have been worth getting up at dawn for.

      It says in the brochure that they have all kinds of food and stuff, Kristy told him.

      Does that mean you’re coming in? Dani inquired.

      Lead the way, Jason told her.

      I wonder if we’ll see anyone from school here, Dani said as they crossed the parking lot.

      Why would we? We’re hours away from Malibu, Jason pointed out. He definitely didn’t want to be seen at the Arcana Psychic Fair. It’s not that he didn’t have an open mind. Or believe in things. But this was a completely woo-woo, touchy-feely kind of event at which no self-respecting guy should be seen.

      It’s not like we’re the only ones interested in this stuff, Kristy said. And this is the biggest psychic fair in Southern California.

      Okay, let’s get one thing straight. You see anyone from school, you give me a heads-up, because I’ll be struck with the sudden urge to use the bathroom. And no telling anyone I was here, or I’ll never drive either of you anywhere again. Got it? Jason demanded.

      Dani pulled the tickets out of her purse and thrust them at him. Fine, she said. "Like Kristy and I spend our time gossiping about you, anyway."

      The two girls hurried into the big adobe building ahead of him. Jason handed the tickets to the guy at the door, shoved the stubs into his wallet, and slowly followed the girls. The large cavern of a room was filled with row after row of booths, some with vendors selling stuff like herbs or books—one actually looked like it was selling broomsticks—some set up with people doing tarot readings or crystal gazing. Jason was surprised by how normal many of the supposed psychics seemed. A lot of them were wearing jeans and shirts that could have come straight out of the Gap.

      And why shouldn’t they? he asked himself. Why should psychics wear turbans and those long, gauzy skirts? The vampires he knew looked like normal people. Okay, über-popular, drop-dead-gorgeous normal people, but normal nonetheless. They didn’t wear long black capes—at least, not unless they were Versace or Dolce & Gabbana—they didn’t have fangs unless they were drinking blood, and they didn’t only come out at night, although he had to admit that they were certainly in their element at night, especially when it came to dancing by moonlight at a hot party in full swing. In fact, the vampires he knew didn’t fall into any of the vampire clichés.

      Jason headed after Dani and Kristy, not bothering to catch up to them. The air in the center seemed weighted down with the scent of candle wax, incense, and old paper. But he could see equipment that looked ultra high-tech, too, and massage tables that looked like they’d been pulled straight from a sports med clinic.

      He paused at one vendor’s booth that sold jewelry. There was this one thing that grabbed him: a simple, perfectly round crystal, dark and iridescent, hanging from a slender silver chain. He could see Sienna wearing it, but he knew it wasn’t something he could buy her. He could maybe get away with giving her some goofy little thing, but that was it as long as she was with another guy. Which she was. Another guy who happened to be a friend of Jason’s.

      But that won’t be forever, will it? Jason wondered. They—

      Jason, we thought you’d want to know, Kristy said, appearing beside him and breaking into his thoughts. We just saw Belle Rémy heading over to talk to the guy who gives instruction on astral projection. That’s just one row over.

      And you know that where there’s Belle Rémy, there’s usually Sienna Devereux, Dani added, her gray eyes sparkling. Now, are you still sure you don’t want to see anyone from school? Because you usually like to see Sienna.

      One row that way, or that way? Jason asked, not sure if he wanted to know so that he could go find her or so that he could avoid her. On the one hand, he always liked to see her. On the other, he was pretty sure that a psychic fair was not a cool place for a guy to be seen. That sense of indecision

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