you or anyone else. And I don't want to."
"What happened to you?" I asked.
A tremor ran through David's body. "That's what he wanted, you know. He wanted me to catch you. He's a coward. That's why he wouldn't do it himself."
"You're talking about the one who—did this to you?"
"Yes. He said his name was Sebastian. He said we could get ahead of any others."
"How did he do this you?" I asked.
"I don't know. I remember leaving my house one night, and then nothing until I woke up on the stone floor. Sebastian was sitting next to me. He said he was going to teach me something—he said it was a 'call.'"
David made a hoarse sound like a laugh. "He said I could use it on you."
"Is that what you did?" I asked. "Is that why I came here?"
"Yes," David said, his gray face crumpling once again. "I called you here. But I didn't do it for his reasons. I did it for mine. I'm not going to hurt anyone."
"What does this Sebastian want with me?" I asked.
"He said the others were afraid—of you," David replied. "He said he was afraid of you, too. But he said he was smart, even though he was scared. He said they were opening a tomb."
David's brow wrinkled in concentration. "Or he said the tomb was opening itself. He said the one in the tomb would come after you—that he would catch you. But we would get to you first and catch you ourselves. And then we would be the ones rewarded."
"Who was being released?" I asked.
"I don't know. He never said the name."
"Why does someone want to catch me?"
"He said they all believe you're the ghost girl. He said you've been making them disappear."
"I'm not the ghost girl."
"I know," David said. "I told him that. I said you're just a girl from my school—you wouldn't hurt anybody. He laughed. He said he knew that. He said you were harmless—anybody could trap you. But he still wouldn't catch you himself. He said you had a powerful friend, but that he wouldn't suspect me. That's why I had to do it."
"Were you the one who sent me the notes?" I asked. " The dead travel fast . Your powers won't save you ?"
"I never sent any notes," David said. "I couldn't figure out how to get to you—to warn you. I decided to come to school to find you. But I knew it would be locked."
"You stole the car," I said. "You crashed it into the library."
David gave a faint nod. "They came looking for me, but I hid down here. I knew if I waited till later I could try to call you. But I hoped it wouldn't take too long."
He looked up at me. "I don't know how long I have left."
Another tremor ran through his body, and I looked again at the horrible gray lines in his face. I knew a vampire's body had marvelous restorative powers—but David's body didn't appear to be healing itself.
"Who put that stake in you, David?" I asked. "Was it someone we know?"
"No. It was Sebastian. He took me to the carnival. He ordered me to catch you. But I wouldn't do it. So he drove that stake through my chest. He laughed. He said he'd stolen it from someone who should have known better. Then he said everyone was in for a big surprise and pushed me into that fountain."
"How did you get out of the police station?" I asked. "And how did you get that car you crashed?"
"I couldn't move after