The Vampire Christopher

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Chapter 1

“
D
o
es
go
od and evil
exist?
” Christopher asked, searching my eyes, looking for something I didn’t think I possessed.

“I believe so,” I answered
,
nodding.

He kissed my neck, and sat up, cross
ing his well-defined
legs
. I wasn’t ready to be done
kissing him
,
drinking from him,
but I wanted to know where he wa
s going with his question. Reluctantly, I lifted myself from my prostrate posit
ion, and crossed my legs so
I sat opposite
him
on the bed
.

We were still in the castle, in another realm
. L
ush throw pillows
were
pushed to the floor, and surrounded us like piranha
stalking
its food
.

Until a few moments ago, I
’d been too busy enjoying the taste of
Chace
aka Christopher aka my Hunter
,
and
hadn’t cared
about anything else. Now that
he’d spoken,
lots
of unanswered questions surfaced.

Like
,
what wa
s the name of this realm? W
hy did he
keep bringing
me here, and where exactly
was
here
?

Christopher
seized
my hand. “
Sweet, beautiful, Snow,” he said, caressing my knuckles. “In my years
serving the Queen, I’ve lear
ned one thing. Words like good
and evil are relative terms.”

“What do you mean?
To kill
someone is evil.” I crossed my arms, waiting to hear
how he’d
BS his way out of that.

“What if that someone is the enemy in a war? It’s
kill
or be killed. Would he be considered evil for protecting himself
, his loved ones, his home, his country
?”
He grinned
sweetly
, running his fingers along my jaw.

My mouth fell open. I wanted to say yes, but Profess
or Pops had explained
I would be learning how to kill supernatural creatures
—that we were on the brink of war.
If I killed
to protect
myself, would that make me evil?

“Ugh, okay. Where are you going with this?”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

He chuckled, and climbed off the bed,
readjusting his
clothes
. When he finished, he grabbed my hand, pulling me
onto my feet.

“
In Buddhism,
” he began, “
good and evil don’t
exist
, per say. Instead there is
kusala
and
akusala
.
Kusala
i
s considered to be,
intelligence
, contented, beneficial,
and a
remover of affliction.
Akusala
is, quite simply, the opposite.
Or,
unintelligent, causer of affliction, and so on.
Which boils down to this.
What is evil to one person may be good to another.
Life
and everything in it is about
your perception
.”

Christopher’s
words echoed in my mind. I wanted him to explain
further
, but a sudden, and
infuriating
beeping interrupted.

My alarm clock.

Upon o
pening my eyes, my Hunter
, and the other realm
vanished. With a sigh,
I reached over,
shut
off the clock
,
and
roll
ed
onto my back.
I hadn’t slept. At least I didn’t think so. The
entire
night spent
with
my Hunter
. We hadn’t done more than
talk,
kiss
,
and bite each other
’s necks
, but the experience left me breathless. It’d been intimate.

I tr
ied to imagine bringing
Christopher
into my silly little girls’ room, and flushed. Lavender walls held up posters of bunnies, kittens, and puppies. Across from me was my chest of drawers, also lavender, and atop it sat unused perfume bottles. Above it hung a corkboard filled with pic
tures
of Cindy
and me, as well as
pictures of
my best friends—the
guys
.
To the left of my dresser was my bathroom, and next to that,
on the same wall, lived
my closet.

“Ugh, I’m so over purple,” I muttered
,
climbing out of bed
, and heading into
the
bathroom where
bright purple towels hung on a
rack next to a bright purple shower curtain. I turned on the water, and undressed while the water warmed. Stepping in, I let the warm water
soothe away my
tension
.

I couldn’t help thinking about the past four days. In that time I’d
managed to become a revena
nt
—not quite human, not quite vampire. I’d slept in the same bed with Gabe; one of my best friends whom I’d developed a crush on. Nearly bitten Dorian. And, kissed, drank, and kissed some more, my Hunter.

Sheesh!

I wasn’t that kind of
girl;
well
,
I hadn’t been
for
the past
fifteen
and a half
years.
Sure
,
I’d had sleepovers with
all seven brothers in the past,
but still…
I’d never
felt such lustful cravings or been so wanton as I
was
with Chace aka Christopher
. He’d brought out feelings in me… needs I
hadn’t
realized
I’d been missing
. At the thought of him touching me, kissing me, whispering tenderly to me, my belly fluttered, and I groaned.

“I don’t have time for this,” I
grumbled, rinsing off, and getting out of
the shower.

I dressed in faded jeans,
a red Ed Hardy
t-shirt
with a dragon slithering across the front
, and my Converse
. In the full-length mirror near my closet, I noticed several bruises on my neck
, and s
tepped closer for a better look
. In the center of the bruises were twin marks closed over by scar tissue.

No one
had been able to see marks
after Christopher bit me
the first time
,
but I wasn’t so sure about the bruises.
Going to
my dresser
,
I pulled open t
he top drawer, and took out a silk and cashmere scarf in
baby blue
. My
dad and stepmother
gave
it to
me for Christmas
last year because
they said
it
matched my eyes.
After wrapping it around my neck several ti
mes so
the bruises were hidden,
I stared at my reflection
.

“Today is going to be a
regular
day
.” I snorted. It
couldn’t get any weirder. I’d become a
blood drinking supernatural creature
for crying out loud.
“Ugh! Come on, kitty,” I grumbled, o
pening my bedroom door
. Gatsby
stretched,
jumped off my bed, and followed me downstairs.