OverCome Part Two

Devlin felt the rush of excitement wash over him as he watched Christine leave the room. Oh how he loved a good chase with a great prize, and this chase had an excellent prize. He looked at Liz, with smile that said "say anything and I really will kill your boy friend". Elizabeth blinked and Devlin heard her swallow. Then he put on his black combat boots and headed for his car. Opening the car door, he got in, started the engine, and drove off toward the house that Christine lived in. Her sadness hit him full in the face as he drove his dark purple Ferrari F1 50, and it was eating him alive. "Fuck Christine, you better be okay." He whispered to himself, as he execrated to 90 miles per hour. Then when he sharply turned the corner, Devlin could see her green house come into view. Parking at the end of the street, he got out of the car and sunk into the shadows. Human eyes were too slow and weak to be able to see Devlin move it was impossible.

The smell of blood was strong just outside her window, and Devlin didn’t like how the situation was starting out. Looking in her window, Devlin could see that Christine was lying on the floor, blood pooling around her. The crimson stain that was forming around her seemed to grow bigger and bigger by every second that passed. "FUCK!" Devlin swore quietly and he yanked the window up so that he had access inside. Running over to Christine who was still on the floor, he could see that her face was as pale as a ghost and the color that remanded was leaving her skin at a fast speed. "Oh no you don’t." He said to Christine, forcefully pulling her head up to his mouth so he could try and hear her breathing. He could hear her heart and it was skipping every other beat. "God dammit Chris! What the fuck are you doing?" Looking on her body for the source of her blood seeping out, he saw her wrist. Devlin saw a slash that was straight and deep. "You’re a cutter." He confirmed to himself as he continued to stare darkly at the incision that was over her vein. She had cut on her vein, where her skin was the thinnest.

Heh, you think you can kill yourself this way do you? Well I’ll show you that that’s not going to happen." Bending down, he brought her bleeding wrist to his mouth. Running his tongue over the deep wound, his siliva sealed the cut shut, preventing it was opening again any time soon. Devlin thought he was in heaven as Christine’s blood touching his tongue. It was sweet and intoxicating. His first instinct was to clamp his mouth over her wound and take as much of her blood as he wanted, but as it was, Chris had already lost so much and if she lost anymore, she would die. Well, she wouldn’t die, Devlin would then have to turn her, which didn’t bother him, but the fact that Christine still loathed him, Devlin changing her could separate Christine from him forever. That was the last thing he wanted. Forcing his head away from her wrist, he closed his eyes, not wanting the sight of the blood on the ground to bring out his inner beast. Oh yes, he heard it banging and roaring to be released, but Devlin still held on to control.

Reopening his eyes, they were bright red, surging with his hunger and power. Christine’s blood was in the air and Devlin hadn’t fed at all today. "Shit." He cursed out loud, bring Christine closer to him so that he was cradling her. Devlin could hear her heart start to beat more consistently, which made him breath with relief. If her heart was beating at it’s normal pace, then he had nothing else to worry about. Shutting his eyes once more, he clamped them tight, trying to get the bright red color to go away. Cracking his neck, he opened his eyes and they were back to their jet-black color. His red eye shadow made his eyes stick out more then anything, which was another reason why humans were so attracted or distant from him. If any human got caught in a stare down with him, they would not be able to look away unless Devlin broke the eye contact.

Licking his bottom lip, he cleared off the rest of Christine’s blood from his mouth. It was heaven; her blood was so sweet to him that it was almost impossible to pass up the opportunity to drink from her. "Oh my Christine, I shall get my chance to taste you properly soon, just not right now. I will not take blood from you when you are weak." He said to the unconscious woman in his arms. Picking her up with ease, he brought her over to the bed in the corner. Pulling back the black flannel sheets, Devlin placed Christine under the covers and then pulled them over her body. But before he left, he took up her wrist once again and took a deep breath. Glancing up at her face, he placed a kiss on the sealed wound. "I will keep you alive and make you mine." Devlin proclaimed, then he disappeared into the darkness, leaving no trace behind of himself ever being there, or any trace of Christine trying to kill herself.

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She woke up with a jolt, blinking profusely, clearing her blurry vision. Christine’s pupil’s dilated, getting use to the light. Her bright neon green eyes focused on her left arm. There were faint, but deep scars on her arm, sealed and healing. "What? No fucking way!" Christine mumbled, but before she could think anymore, Rin bursts into her room. She was tall, had beautiful silky smooth white blonde hair, with stunning red eyes that were heavily outlined with black eyeliner, bright with red lips, and very pale skin. The black corset Rin was wearing contrasted with her ultra white skin, making her stand out like a snowflake.

Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" She yelled loudly, flailing her arms around wildly. Chris smiled and laughed silently. "Rinny… stop." She commanded gently. Rin stopped instantly and froze in the same exact spot. "Heh, now that’s better, my little daughter." Rin still stayed still, not moving an inch. "Rinny, you can move." Christine said while laughing. Rin giggles and then rushed forward and tackled Chris to the bed. Puckering up she kissed Chris on the forehead, leaving a black outlined lip, filled in with crimson red, print. The her nostrils flared, as she smelled the strong smell of blood. It was everywhere, but yet there were no signs of any bloodstains.

Rin’s enhanced eye's thoroughly scanned Chris’s room, but there was nothing. Zip. Zero. No sign of any blood being shed, yet, Rinny knew that Chris had spilt some blood. Then when she looked at Chris’s face, out of the corner of her eye, a dark small spot caught her gaze. It would have been impossible to see if it had been on Christine’s black flannel sheets. Instead, it was on the pink cotton stuffing that was coming out on the corner of the blanket.

Looking closer, she sniffed the blood spot, inhaling the scent deeply. It was definitely Chris’s blood, but… there was another familiar smell included. When Rin inhaled even deeper she finally recognized the scent. Devlin. It belonged to him. "Fuck." Rin cursed quietly, letting her grip loose. "What?" Christine asked, getting up and out of bed. "Nothing," Rin recovered smoothly, as if it was the truth, "it’s nothing. I just had a big zone moment, that’s all." "Okay," Chris replied looking skeptical, but she ignored the suspicion she had. "Well," Rin changed the subject while smiling her innocent grin, "It’s time to get ready for school Chris, come on momma."

Yeah yeah, I’m going, I’m going." Chris said, slowly walking to her closet and walking inside. Grabbing her black Tripp skirt and black fish net tights, she shuffled back over to the bed, complete with her combat boots and a black and white corset that she had also grabbed on the way. Then she put on all the items. "Momma, you look beautiful." Rin smiled sweetly. "Thank you my dear, now would you be willing to braid my hair in pig tails?" "Of course mamma." She said enthusiastically.

When Christine was done she stood in front of the mirror and brushed her clothing down smoothly. Sighing heavily, the memories of last night flooded into her head. It was painful to re-experience them, but pain is only fleeting. It’s not like Chris hadn’t ever experienced pain before. She was practically welcoming it every time she got bitched at. The world seemed to speed up all around her when she cut. It was like nothing mattered until she made herself bleed. True, last night Chris had tried to commit suicide, but the thought of leaving Elizabeth and Rinny kept creeping into her mind.

She tried to hate them. She tried to tell herself that they didn’t care worth shit about her. But it wasn’t true, and Chris just couldn’t think that way. It always seemed impossible. Just last night was the full blast of Chris’s depression and anger. She had had enough of her parents bitching at her for no god damn fucking reason. Christine had held it in for way too long. It just kept building up and up, testing her will and strength to hold all of the emotions in. A person can only take so much before they explode.

It was like Chris had a little voice inside her head saying, "Kill yourself. There is no one here to stop you". That’s what she had heard last night. The voice was ever so tempting, it was like if she didn’t try and attempt to do herself in, then something a lot worse would happen. Chris didn’t know what, but she had this strange, unexplained feeling that said so. Christine had a craving to make herself bleed. It was terrible. It was very bad.

Shaking off the visions, Chris grabbed her eyeliner and mascara and applied it on carefully. "Momma," Rin broke the eerie silence, "is something wrong?" Christine put her makeup away and turned to look at her adopted daughter. "Nothing, just bad nightmares. No biggy." "If you’re sure momma." "I am. Now, let’s get to school. Ah… wait—I can’t believe I just said that." Chris shook her head while Rin giggled.

Ha! You get to ride in my new car, mamma!" Rin said excitedly, while jumping up and down. "Uh oh." Chris replied with a huge grin. Once they were outside, the sun glinted off of Rinny’s car. It was dark crimson, such a wonderful, great color for Rin. But it wasn’t just any car… it was a new 2006 Eclipse Spyder, the only one of it’s kind. "Holy shit!" Christine yelled loudly, running up to the Spyder and running her hand over the fresh, smooth paintjob. "Yeah, I’ve got the only one. She’s my baby. Heh, momma, you’re now a grandma!" Rin giggled like a little girl, with that mysterious smile attached. "Come one, get in Chris, we can’t make you late."

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