I'm sure I've gone on tirades before about what makes a real vampire (or a good one), and the fact that they are not in fact romantic heroes. Dracula, especially, was nothing if not a predator and monster. Now that I've gotten that out of the way, I'd like to tell you guys about a wonderfully dark little book I first discovered in middle school, and fell in love with. There's a romantic gloss to the cover, and a sweet title, belying the dark story behind it.
If you wanted Sarah to pick Jareth in Labyrinth, perhaps this book isn't for you. Bowie was gorgeous with his typical glam rock beauty, but he was a man pursuing a little girl who wanted to prove to the world she was a woman. There's a similar vein in this book about a young girl named Cynda vacationing with her family and trying to find her own way, isolated from the father and stepmother she doesn't know, as well as the little brother she doesn't really like. Then, Vincent shows up, and suddenly everything is different. It gets darker, and pretty soon the game Cynda thinks she's playing spirals out of control. It's a young adult novel, and certainly appropriate for the audience, but the heart of the story is a disturbing one, and that's what makes this book so fantastic.