And it was a Merry Christmas She comes to me. Every day. Every week. Every month. Every year. It hurt at first and I remember crying myself to sleep most nights for that first few months but it got better. It started to become addicting, like a drug, it wasn't pleasurable. No way in Hell but it was comfortable, like home-made cooking or coming home from a long day of school and afterward it was a drug. Like the best high of your life and then she was always so nice after she was finished too, always comforting. Especially on Christmas. She always said how it was so nice not to be alone and to have someone. "You're a good boy," She would coo after she finishes, blood dripping down her face until her tongue pokes out and sweeps it up. "You know I don't mean to hurt you, right?" She would always ask that when she was done and I would always nod my head. I never knew if she was talking about before she started feeding on me or while she was. But it didn't matter. Anything she did to me I deserved, after all, I was the one who found out her secret... All I wanted to do was spend Christmas with her, I liked her and she told me how lonely she was... Always lonely on Christmas. I was just trying to be nice... ----- "What the hell do you think you're doing here," She hisses angrily. "I-I-I," I stutter not knowing what to do or say. She's drinking blood or was. Oh. My. God. "I'm sorry." I blabber like a child getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I quickly turned away and start running the thought; vampire running in my mind over and over and over. It has to be a dream, I think before I felt a hand on my shoulder and then I went flying back through the air. I felt felt and heard a sickening crunch and a sharp pain in my back and then all I seen was a pair of two red eyes glowing at me in the darkness of the corridor before all went black. I felt some Thing biting at the skin on my neck when I awoke. "Shh," I heard a voice say. I knew that voice... I just couldn't quiet grasp it. "don't move or it'll be worst." The voice said, a Woman. And then I felt two razor sharp something- Teeth clamp down and felt blood squirting from my neck and a loud slurping noise. It went by in a blur, my vision was hazy I was hyperventilating, I knew. I just couldn't grasp enough air, every breath, every millisecond went by so slow, so long... So painful. ----- "I have a Christmas gift for you," I tell her, snapping out of my flashback. Embarrassed, shy and nervous all at once. "It's an early one." "For me?" She asks looking surprised, eyes wide. "Well? Give it to me!" I quickly get up and rush under the Christmas tree to the present I couldn't wait any longer to give her, even if it was only an hour. I sit back down next to her, as close as I dare to get, if I could I would have her hold me all night... Nervously I hold the present out to her and she quickly takes it and reads the name tag which is decorated with pictures of reindeer's, her favorite animal in two ways... To: Cynthia - With Love From: Scotty She smiles a little at the hand-written name tag and then quickly tears into the wrapping paper, unwrapping it in less then a blink of the eyes but careful not to ruin the name tag- For some reason she keeps them, every Christmas. It makes me feel warm inside to know that for some reason. "What is it?" Cynthia whispers, lifting a beautifully crafted, hand-made jar filled with a piece of my Hearts Soul and enhanced with magic blood to keep it alive- And Me alive, until the day I stop loving her. Which would be never if I had anything to say about it. "I did it because the day I stop loving you is the day I do not wish to live anymore." I tell her and then with a smile. "Merry Christmas."