Meeting Him 1

Christine

After some gentle coaxing, Suron left and went on with his other 'duties.' I had to promise, cross my heart and hope to die, pinky swear, and do some obscene booty shake to let me go on my own. Suron wasn't kidding when he said he was supposed to watch me. Justin wanted me far away from mom, and sitting on the front lawn wasn't even to be tolerated.

I guess it was kind of lame that I would sit there, staring at the picturesque light blue 1950's style house, but it wasn't like I had tons of friends to talk to. I uprooted my life because I was worried for my mom, but Justin thought it would be an excellent idea for me to move here. In fact, he insisted. This makes me wonder if this is because mates, soulmates, and beloveds were all genetic.

The problem was, I didn't believe in it. I thought Wyatt was my soul mate. I thought he was the one I was to spend my life with. I was head over heels in love with him, or so I thought. It was all one-sided, I painted him to be the perfect boyfriend in my mind. We were high school sweethearts, we went through college together, the whole sorority, fraternity thing, we were picture perfect. Finally, I cracked and let him supposedly 'make love to me.' It was supposed to be both of our first times. 

He knew how much I wanted to save myself for marriage. That I would give that unique piece away to my one and only. Once he talked me into it, I thought I was because he couldn't wait to really claim me. I made him wait four and a half years, and the little comments about being a prude and 'we don't live in the Victorian ages' comments got under my skin.

So I gave in, gave him that part of me and all,to find out he was lousy in bed, and it wasn't even his first time like he had told me after the fact.

Holding back a sniff, I pushed in the front door of the shared living space. It was a nicely decorated hme. I didn't have to bring any furniture, just essential bedding, my personal effects, and my beloved cat, Christopher, that stayed in my room. Mom couldn't even have a cat in her presence, no animals, just in case she went into her' blood fever.'

God, I swear if she ate my cat, I think I would be sick.

The private bathroom made things easier, I could hide in my room for days, and no one would notice. I bought myself a mini fridge with a lock to put my medication in. I had clotting promotor pills I took regularly, but if I forgot a pill, I had aminocaproic acid that could be taken orally or by shots to put directly into the wounded area.

Christopher sat on his perch by the window, his cat tower overlooking the lake. As much as I wasn't too keen on the place where these vampries had these fangs that could drink my blood and very well kill me, they had nice digs. The locks on the doors didn't help me feel at ease. They were supposedly strong and could break down the weak doors they had on the place. They just wanted us to make it appear to be safe.

Petting Christopher, he raised his butt for a good scratch until my phone on my bed rang. The Jaws theme song came on, signaling it was the sperm donor. Shit, this wasn't good news if he was calling. He usually told mom what to say to me.

Picking up the phone, I swiped across the screen that held my mother and me. The last picture I would have of her being a human. Bracing myself, I spoke my shaky, 'hello.'

"Where is your mother?" He spat. "I come home from a very long international trip from Germany to find divorce papers sitting on the kitchen table, her wedding ring, and your damn cat is nowhere to be found." I pulled the phone away, lowering the volume at the same time.

"It sounds like she left you then," I calmly spoke. The grip on dad's phone crackled as his grip grew tighter. His heavy breathing seeped into the speaker. Dad's silence let me know he was going into raging bitch mode.

"Where the hell is she? She never leaves unless she's with you, and now that you are out of college, I'm sure you are with her." I snorted at him.

"Surprised you noticed I graduated. I guess I could give you props for that." I scratched under Christopher's chin before I fell onto the bed.

"Christine!" he shouted, and I flinched. "Where is your mother!? Her phone is here, and I can't track her!" I rolled my eyes. Could he be that dense for an airline pilot? Surely he had to go through some IQ test before carrying countless passengers on a plane and shooting them over the ocean.

"It sounds like she left you." I drawled, sitting back on my fluffy pillows. Christopher jumped from the cat stand and hobbled over to the bed. His bright blue silicone nail caps raked across my stomach. Wow, mom remembered to stick those babies on so I didn't get scratched.

And you are over here being a selfish little brat whining on their perfectly manicured lawn as she changes into a vampire. 

Time for some retribution on dear old dad for making mom suffer then.

"Let me put it to you straight, dad." I spouted out 'dad' with distaste. It was a fowl name to even have on my tongue. "Mom left you for someone that will treat her right. She finally got the courage out of all those years of you putting her down to leave your sorry ass."

Yeah, I was nothing like my mother anymore. Sure I could be sweet and kind, but after Wyatt broke my damn heart, I'd become a vicious tigress ready to kill any man in sight. They all want women for one thing. Maybe mom got lucky, but I know luck could never strike my family twice. And well, mom deserved to be happy.

Dad growled into the phone. "You tell that bitch she better get back here in a week and crawl up the damn driveway, and I may take her back," he snapped. "Or I'll leak every dirty little thing about her to the community and maybe add some things to it," he threatened. I pulled the phone away from my ear. I knew mom was homeless, but that was the gist of it. Dad supposedly saved her from a life of poverty, and the whole community we surrounded ourselves with painted him as a hero.

"They will all think—" I tutted into the phone, not caring.

Maybe I should talk Justin into letting mom visit dad during her blood thirst and drain him dry. 

"I think mom stopped caring what other people think, but I'll be happy to send along the message," I picked at my hang nail. Christopher hissed into the phone hearing my dad's heavy breathing.

"So you are with her. You are supporting her slutty behavior? Do you want to know what your mother did before I met her? Do you want to—" I took an empty candy wrapper from the side of my bed, balling it up next to the speaker of the phone.

"Dad? Dad? I can't hear you? I think there is some static on the line?" Christopher pawed at the paper as I giggled.