KRISTEN'S POV

       Now I learnt so much that I know how to protect myself.  I decided to go to Chris's room. I knock. "Come in, Love!" a voice shouts from the inside. I enter and I see he was busy looking out of the window. "Looking at your crazy fans?"I guessed, knowing that it wasn't true.

         "Do you know we live in the middle of no where?" It wasn't exactly no where. This place was situated in the outskirts of the city. They think that no one knows they live here. Exception me. "What do you want?" He turned to look at me as I sit on his bed. "Me? I don't want anything." I shrug.  He gives a knowing smile. "I know you pretty well. You want something . What is it?" Fact: He does know me pretty well. "Well, I want to know more about vampires." I say fearlessly. 

          "Ok. So what do wanna know?" He sits in front of me while I cross my legs to listen intently. Yup, I was taking lessons about vampires.

CHRIS'S POV

     " So how old are you guys?"  The main thing which was burning her curiousity. "Zac is 953, I am 632, Ash is 453, Walt is 156 and Dylan is 65 years old." She  looked a little shocked. Her eyes were wide open. "Are you telling me that I am living with a bunch of people who are horribly old?"  She asks, with that mischievous glint in her eyes. "who look incredibly young and hot." I  continued her sentence and all I get is an eye roll. She looked so cute.

       "You know, I'm surprised!" She says, looking around. "About what?" Something wrong with my room. I like my room. It had a mixture of purple and blue. Its my fave colours after all. "I was expecting a black room with coffins. Some spiders, cobwebs here and there and some skeletons." I laugh. Seriously? "You are making it sound like a scary house in a carnival. I think you have got to much influence from Dracula." Her lips break into a smile. "Tell me your story?" She asks, making it sound like a question.

CHRIS'S STORY

     "I was a young boy of 18 when I first knew the meaning of true love. I had fallen in love with a girl named Eleanor who was the lord's hand maiden, the one who he valued alot and wouldn't let go very easily. So we used to meet everyday secretly, in the lord's favourite garden, behind the tree. My father was one of his most trusted people. So chances of suspicion was quite less. But one day or the other, we were going to get caught. There was no doubt about that. How much she was loved.

        On coming to know the truth behind our relationship, he punished both of us. He took me away from my family with some stupid excuse and locked me up in some cell. I was tortured as in whipped, bit, cut and all  sorts of things. While I was tortured, she was locked in a cell infront of me to watch what ever I went through. I couldn't bear the pain she felt. They used to heal me by the end of the day but that did not reduce the pain I had to endure.

          Everytime I thought of giving up, she used to give me words of encouragement and she became my one thing to hold on from losing hope. The only hope I had was the woman I used to love and her words of comfort and actually felt bad that her pain was different but worse compared to mine. I was actually surprised at myself that I actually thought the positive part of this was that we would always be there for each other but I was wrong.

         After three years, a witch named Nicole who was working there helped me escape but we both had to pay the price. We both became what we are today. She, being a witch, stopped her transformation halfway and became a hybrid while I went through it completely. I went back for her but she was gone.

         Since then my life had no meaning. It had no reason to live. I wanted it to end there. But Nicole stopped me and told me there could still be hope, to hold on to somethinng new and today, I guess she was right."

ENDED...

         Tears were slowly making their way down.  I didn't want to remember it but - "I'm sorry I asked." She was wiping my tears with her thumb. And soon I realized she clutched my hands tight, squeezing them for comfort.

           "No need to apologize.  Eventually you had to come out to know about it. It better come from my mouth." I smile lightly. "So you finally got what you lost?" She asks hopefully. I nod. Yes, I did. I got you, I wanted to tell her but right now, it was not the right time. "I'm so happy for you!" She hugs me.

         At first I was shocked but then I hugged her back with a small sad smile. She doesn't know it yet. I doubt tgat time would even come soon.

       She leaves me and gives me a huge smile and I decided to return it. "And tell me their story too? Please?" She was giving me those cute looks. Hard to resist.

         "No, Love. I can not do that. It's their story to tell. Not mine."  She sighs sadly. "Ok" "Now my chance to ask a question. Why did you ask me these questions? Why not any one else?" "Were you busy? " She looks at me guiltily.  "No!" "Then you got the answer to your own question. " Saying this, she goes out. while I shake my head slowly with a smile but I follow her.

KRISTEN'S POV

    I went to the hall only find my self pinned to the wall again. Hell! Why does this happen to me only? I see Chris in front of me. Chris? I turned my head away. He made me turn my head to look at him. I sigh and reluctantly allow him to do so. He comes closer and I feel awkward.

           The guys were around him, looking at what he was doing. Come on! Does some one have that manly courage to help me here? He stares deep into my eyes. I couldn't ignore them. So I stare back into his. He had these beautiful, warm brown eyes. So intriguing!

          He says. "You are not allowed to leave this house without our permission. Do you understand, Love?" "Yes, I do." Those words came tumbling out of my mouth. That's when I remember Chris's power. He had the power to compel and that's exactly what he was doing.

           "Oh, and you are not allowed to try any methods of suicide." He added. "I won't. " My voice had come out monotonously. Like I was going to fall asleep. I snap out of his compulsion. But he still has me pinned to the wall. "Do you have to compel me only when I'm pinned to the wall?" I ask him angrily.  "Oh, sorry! I just thought it gives a nice effect." He leaves me and I roll my eyes.

          So technically,  I'm not allowed to leave the house and I'm not allowed to suicide. Well, suicide is out of option. I wasn't thinking of it anyways. These vampires were nice and they weren't going to kill me. That was all that matters or at least that's what they led me to believe.

        Memories were coming back and I decided to complement it with a bowl of fruit salad.  I go to the kitchen and see a bowl kept on the table. I knew it was for me since these vampires don't eat (You know the exception.) and Dylan hates raw fruits and vegetables.

        Thanks Ash!  I picked up my bowl and went into my room. I sit down to stare at nothing. I was getting my memories back.

Memories begins...

     The moment I had known their secret, I was scared to die. True, I had a pretty dark past but I had chances for a bright future. I didn't want this to be my dead end.

        Neither did I want to be their walking talking blood bag. So I had 2 choices. Escape or die. Escape was impossible. They would bring me back or rather drag me back. Suicide was the only option left.

        The first thing what could happen was my stupid attacks. When I get them, it's like I can't even control my body anymore. That day I freaked so much, that I had come with this plan.

      I remember the first time I tried to use a method of suicide. I used a blade to form cuts all over my body. I locked myself in the bathroom. My first cut gave me immense pain and it took a lot out of me to not scream in pain. But I knew Death was coming closer. Each cut I had made were deeper and left a burning sensation as a reminder but I could't find the right place to slit, to kill me once and for all. After making so many cuts on my body, realisation hit me hard. I had made a mess with my own blood. Shit, they are gonna come here smelling the blood. I'm digging my own grave. But my head was already spinning. Was it the end of me? I hope so. Suddenly the door smashed open and I couldn't see the man. It was just to blurry but then I fainted. The next time I woke up, I see my cuts bandaged and Chris sleeping peacefully on the chair. On the first thought, I checked my body for holes and then looked at him. Why would he save me? After all I was just a worthless human being who did not belong here.

Then I tried pills. I had a huge stash of medicines. Was advised to take them once a week but I managed to increase the dosage to five per hour. Dangerous huh? Well, again my life saviour saw the effects it started having on me and confiscated all my medicines including creams and sprays and made sure I revived from the attack.

I would love to go to the other details of my suicide attempts but they were even more gruesome than it sounds but Chris saved me from all of them before I could burn out like a flame. He took care of my cuts, tended my burns, made sure I felt better after every attempt of suicide.

          At that point I used to curse him but right now he was my knight in shining arms, my best friend. My super hero. I knew I could always trust him.

           I snapped away from my so called flashbacks. At a point, I was happy that he is there for me. Chris rushes in. "Are you ok?" He asked me, with alot of concern. I nodded with surprise. What's wrong?  Why would I not be fine?

           He replied to my thought. "You were thinking about suicide." He pointed out. Oh yeah! But he does remember that he was the one who compelled me, right? "Yes, I do remember." He forgot? Oh yeah, now I remember. He's still stuck on his imaginary crazy fans outside the window. "I was looking at the scenery. " He protested.

          Whatever Bolt. I'm going to sleep. He takes the empty bowl from my hand. "Good night, Love." He says with a faint smile and he goes. "Good night!" I murmur with a yawn as I pull the quilt over my body.. I needed sleep. Every part of my body hurt. It felt like all my cuts and burns had been freshly made. They began to hurt worse than the first day they were born. I kept turning and twisting. I thought it was impossible to sleep. But I was so tired, that I still fell asleep.