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Chapter Three: Images

When the boy’s lips left mine, I was wide eyes and gasping quietly. He was smirking at me.
“Uh…thank you. That was…nice…” I stuttered. He chuckled.
“Glad to be of service.” He said. I realized that I didn’t even know his name.
“I think it’s kind of essential that I know your name. Especially if I’m dating you.” I blushed.
“Ace. What about you?” he smiled. I was hypnotized by the perfection.
“Kasey. But ah…I try to go by Kase.” I started. Ace laughed.
“Ace. Kase. Ha.” He smiled at me again, flashing his fangs. As I laughed at the irony, I pictured his fangs going into me and taking my blood. Suddenly, my left wrist started burning.
“Ouch! Dammit!” I growled, examining my icy wrist. I noticed a long, forming scar from my suicide attempt. I took a deep breath. Had I really tried to…kill myself?
“Don’t try that again.” Ace said, seriously. I glanced up at him in confusion.
“No reason for it. And I do want to know the whole story sometime.” He continued. I nodded, feeling like I was being grounded. Could boyfriends ground you? I wondered and came up with the conclusion that most didn’t, but Ace probably would. I picked up my knife and wiped it on my red shirt (convenient, no?) and went to place it back in my bag.
“Ah, no. Hand it over, Kasey. I’m gonna hold that for you.” Ace demanded. I sighed, wanting to argue, but handed it over without a fight. Something about him just told me to listen.
“Meet me here tomorrow. Same time. I want this suicide story of yours.” Ace grinned. I smiled and nodded again. He kissed me shortly for the final time, and I’m sure I felt shock of electricity, but I blew it off.
“Tomorrow then. Bye, Ace.” I blushed. He nodded towards me and smiled. We turned our backs and walked away.

When I reached my house, I went around to the back and came in through the kitchen. Mom was leaning against the counter, talking on the phone. Mom was 5’5 and had light brown hair that was the same length as mine. She had eyes like Race and the personalities of Early and Aric. I glanced down at my arms to make sure my jacket sleeves were covering the new cuts. The ice melted on the walk home and I was relieved that the blood had stopped flowing. Mom hung up the phone and smiled at me.
“Where have you been, Kase?” She asked, pretending to be pissed.
“Out walking like always.” I smiled. I wasn’t revealing my scars and bloody cuts. She frowned at the bloody stains on my clothes and face.
“What’s with the blood, kid?” She questioned. You wouldn’t think a vampire would mind a little blood. However, this wasn’t a little and I’d forgotten to clean up thanks to Ace.
“Um…” I paused, praying for an explanation. Mom frowned and crossed her arms.
“You’ve been…cutting. Haven’t you?” She sighed. Shit. Busted. I nodded slowly, admitting my fault.
“I told you to quit doing that stuff months ago, Kasey. Now hand that knife over.” She scolded. I froze, remembering I didn’t have it on me anymore.
“Uh…see here’s the thing, Mom….I don’t have it anymore.” I said quietly.
“Well, then where is it?” She asked, knowing I was a bad liar. Did I dare to say who took it from me? She might not believe it. Still…
“My…boyfriend.” I explained, hesitantly. Mom’s face brightened and she smiled at me.
“When did this boyfriend happen?”
“Just today when I….got caught in the act.” I continued, “He saw me and took my knife. And he asked me out.” I was careful to avoid the suicide attempt.
“Name?” she continued, prying at my emotions.
“His name is Ace.” I explained. Mom sighed in relief.
“Finally. Someone to take care of you when I’m not here.” She said. I laughed quietly to myself. I had a feelings that saying yes to Ace was going to save me, if not from Dad then, from myself.
“Go wash up before your dad gets home and sees all that blood.” Mom laughed. I sighed, my good mood fading fast. Why couldn’t Dad just disappear. As I turned away and walked toward the stairs, I head Mom whisper,
“You know he loves you.” I nodded, but I knew those words were nothing but lies.
I walked upstairs to the bathroom and stripped from my bloody, damp clothes. Turning on the shower, I stepped into the hot water. As I washed off the red liquid and thought of my earlier attempt, Ace’s image appeared in my head. I paused as his flawless picture flashed through my mind.
Ace had bleach white hair that was tipped with the darkest of blacks and styled in a spiked fashion. His eyes were pitch black and rimmed with a bloody red. Rimmed eyes were rare, so that, to me, made Ace even more fascinating and amazing. I forced myself to ignore his image as I dried off and dressed in a pair of long, black, flannel pants and a form fitting black and silver tank top. I brushed my dark hair and pulled the upper layers into a ponytail, leaving the lower layers down. I felt a presence in my room, but I couldn’t imagine who would be at my house after 9:00 PM. I shook my head and curled up in a ball on my bed.
I wanted Ace to be here. I knew something was off if I’d just met him and I wanted him like this. More images of him popped into my mind, some of which I don’t even know where they came from. These images seemed to ease the burning sensation of my scars and body. I closed my eyes and passed out, dreaming of Ace, my newfound savior and obsession.