JaydeD:"Keeping Secrets-15"

It had been a long day. Cristine had gotten a 'D' on her biology test and Jayde was no where in sight as usual. She wanted to be friends with Jayde, but it didn't seem like that was gonna happen because Jayde was ignoring her lately and whenever they did talk, Cristine was the only one alive in the conversation. Walking to her bus, she waited for her gorgeous boyfriend to meet her. They always talked after school got out, standing next to the bushes because it was the one place that teachers didn't look when they were catching students smoking. Kyle hated that Cristine smoked so much, he had tried many times to get her to quit but she wouldn't listen.1

Finally he was there, holding her in his arms and everyone else no longer existed. She loved him so much that she had told all her friends she wanted to be with him forever. "He's the one, I know it", she had said to her friend Jamie at lunch two days ago. Pulling away from their kiss, Kyle looked down at Cristine with his deep, brown eyes. He wore 'that look' on his face, the look that meant he wanted to hang out at his house today so he could get more of her taste. Cristine didn't mind though, she was used to these moods of his. He wasn't like other guys, or other people for that matter, and she was okay with that. 2

Kyle was a Sanguinarian vampyre. He was generally about 16 years old but he had been born during the Renaissance. So yeah, he'd seen a little, lived a little, been there and done that. He was only a couple hundred years old. Hid family was a coven of five powerful, pureblood vampyres and Cristine had known the dangers of dating him since the very beginning. 3

"So are you gonna come over and hangout?"4

Kyle was still holding Cristine and he asked politely even though he knew she'd never refuse.5

"Yes baby, but I don't have my stuff so I don't know how we can do anything."6

Cristine was Kyle's donor. She willingly supplied him with all the blood he needed when he got thirsty. The meat substitutes were never enough and when the need was too strong, she was there to help. 7

"That's alright, I have back-up blades and syringes. All you need to do is sterelize them."8

"Ok let's go then because I have to be home by 4:00."9

[{Cristine sat on the edge of the examining table covered in a makeshift hopsital gown that was basically a giant napkin. The windows were open and the brisk end of summer air filled the room. She could count the layers of goosebumps that covered her arms and legs. Being in here half naked, it made her nervous and scared. It was almost certain that the doctor find out about the scars that lined her thighs, arms and legs. There were just too many of them and they were so visible to the naked eye. Yearly check-up again. Mrs. Hoffman, her foster mother, was sitting in a small chair opposite the stool in front of her. Ten minutes and the doctor would arrive. Ten minutes and her secret would be revealed to the world. 10

She studied the small poster on the wall, it advertised some disease for teens. Cristine could just make out the letters C-U.11

Cutter, she thought. 12

Was that what she was? A cutter? No it couldn't be, she was just giving her boyfriend her love. Her love in blood form, that was okay right?13

No it wasn't because she was a cutter. She had cut herself for his enjoyment. 14

Everyone will know she's a cutter. Somehow the word made her feel crazy and abnormal. She wasn't like everyone else, she was a psycho. What would they do to her when they found out?}]