3Eyes were watching as a woman walked down a dark alley. The person to whom those eyes belonged cared little about the woman's form or anything in the woman's purse or pockets. This person wanted something more precious. The eyes belonged to Namida and the woman was lucky that this vampire had set eyes upon her instead of most others.
Namida watched the girl silently. She didn't want to frighten the woman or even to harm in anyway but she had to get what she wanted from her. She needed it to survive and to suppress the driving pain that ran through her veins at this moment. He head pounded with the need for it but she knew how to control herself and had learned well over the past century how to live this way without it constantly pulling at her. But the past couple days she had forgotten her own rule and had gone far too long without feeding. She needed something as soon as possible. And she would have to commit a crime tonight.
She had figured out a plan and breathed deeply in an attempt to clear her head. It did little, since her lungs did nothing but pull in air and push it back out again. But a shake of her head and a glance to the three-quarter moon did and, ready to do what had to be done, she jumped off of the fire escape's railing.
She landed in perfect silence and waited a half a minute to create a certain amount of distance between her and the human. As she waited, she cloaked her dark aura in feelings of innocence and fear. A vampire or witch might see through her veil, as long as they were strong enough, but a human could not and would fall easily to the disguise. She shook her head again and reached into the woman's mind before she started her 'hunt'. Namida needed to kill but she couldn't kill indiscriminately; she could never live with that on her conscious.
This woman had loved ones and children so Namida decided to go along with her plan and hoped her bloodlust would not overrule her self-control. She made sure that the veil was set up properly and began to run towards the woman with as much clumsiness she could muster as a vampire.
"Ma'am. Ma'am, please stop," she called, fear in her voice as she run towards the woman with an awkward gait.
The woman turned toward Namida, fear in her features, but she relaxed as she saw –or thought she saw- the distress and fear in the girl who looked no older than sixteen.
"Please, Ma'am," Namida said, slowing as she approached the woman who's name was Sarah. "I wondered down this street on accident and… I-I'm afraid. Please let me walk with you."
"Of course," the woman said gently and Namida smiled with relief. Namida knew her plan was working and tried to pay little attention to what the woman was and the memories that resurfaced every time she got near a human.
"Hey, Lily, how's the homework going?" Lily's mother walked into the room and Lily looked up at her.
Her mother's curly, red hair was pulled back into a lose pony and her green eyes shown brilliantly at her daughter. Her own appearance was breath taking even in memory and Lily had often wondered why her mother had never remarried after her father's death.
"Good, mom, I'm almost done," Lily replied and Lily's mother smiled that beautiful smile at her daughter.
"Good. I'm very proud of how well you manage your time, Lily," her mother replied joyfully and, turning with a swing of red hair, left Lily to her work.
Namida shook her head as the woman that she walked with called her from her trance. She always hated to relive memories of her mother and often wondered whether her mother was as beautiful as her memory told her or whether it was the cause of her delusions as a loved child.
"Hey, are you alright?" the woman asked and Namida nodded as she shook the memory and the woman's words from her mind. She couldn't let this woman be tied to her emotionally or she wouldn't be able to do what she had done unwillingly so many times before.
"Yes," Namida spoke softly. "I'm fine. Thank you."
Namida has figured that she had spent too much time delaying what was going to happen anyway and she touched the woman's bare arm as she said the last words. She had meant them.
She caught the woman gently as she fell asleep standing. Through the touch, Namida had put a spell on the woman's mind and sent her into a deep sleep to protect her from what she was about to do.
Brushing the woman's hair from her neck and tilting her head, Namida bit into the vein in the woman's neck. Namida sighed as the woman's blood came forth and she tried to control the strong bloodlust. She drank from the woman deeply, always trying to remain in control. The taste was sweet and like water to a man dying from dehydration. Her body longed to drain the woman fully and she felt it tugging at her as she listened to the woman's heart pump and saw her memories in her head.
After a short while, She felt the woman's heart begin to slow and Namida began to mentally and physically pull herself away from the woman's neck. She knew that it took some time for her to get the determination to pull away and, so, she started earlier.
By the time the woman reached the points where a couple more drops would mean death, Namida had pulled away. It took her all her will power not to finish the job as a final drop rolled down the woman's neck but she resisted it and, having already found out the location of the woman's house, she brought the woman home and placed her in bed. With luck, the woman would think today was just a dream.
After making sure that the woman was safe in bed, Namida appeared back in the alleyway and began the hunt for someone that she could actually kill. She had searched for about an hour until she found such a person. She finished with him as quickly as possible and with much less care than with the other woman. This man also had people who loved him but she made exceptions for child molesters, rapists, and murderers. She knew she was in no ways a judge of who should live and die but she had to at least feel better about the deaths that she dealt.
She licked the blood off of her mouth and slit the man's throat with a blade to create the illusion that he'd been murdered instead of sucked dry by a vampire. She then hid him in the corner, hoping an innocent would not find the body, and sighed sadly. She hated this life but she did not have the strength, or the weakness that was needed to die.
She slipped the knife into the sheath in her boot but suddenly pulled it back out as an angry, yet familiar, vampiric aura filled the area. She spun around quickly to face the person, not yet knowing who it was and why the aura felt so familiar.
She gasped at the unfamiliar sight of her twin brother, at the power that radiated around him, and at the anger that he still held for her. Though she was a very powerful vampire who would never cower, she cowered in his presence. Backing against the corner and dropping the knife, she slowly slid into the memory of her second and worst mistake.
Her anger swelled as the man who had turned her merely smirked and disappeared.
'I know that you will have something to decide to do or not to do. So I will leave you.' His voice spoke in her mind, sending a shiver through her newly vampiric body.
'I hate you,' she thought back, and a loud and powerful chuckle was the only thing that she received as a response.
'I'll be back for you tomorrow morning,' the voice in her head said as if she had never made the last comment and she fumed, feeling the angry sparks in her aura. He had left her and she it knew, she didn't know how but she knew.
Finally able to rest after the long battle for her life, she sighed deeply and felt an immense pain fill her chest. Her lungs no longer wanted air in them but she refused to give up breathing; she refused to give up being human though she no longer was.
Sighing again, she stood up. She knew that she needed to go say good-bye to her brother, though she didn't know what her blood-father had meant by 'something she had to decide to do or not'. She didn't care much; she just had to see her twin. Sighing once more, the pain in her chest diminishing with every breath she forced, she headed up to her brother's room.
Her feet made no sound as she headed up the steps and she had no thought to worry about being caught by her family. She could feel the power to conceal herself within her reach and, even if she didn't have that power, she didn't care. Making as little noise as she could, she opened the door to her twin's room. Her heart broke as she saw him sleeping and she immediately realized the choice that her blood-father had been talking about; to turn him or to watch him die as she stayed ageless.
She began to weep, though weeping tore at a vampire's being. Her heart felt as if it were breaking every time she weighted the decisions. She could not watch her brother die but she couldn't leave him. To turn him would mean that she would bring him into the painful world that she hated already. It took her four hours to decide. She wept, paced her brother's floor, and touched his warm skin multiple times before she finally decided.
At that time, she made her second mistake of the night and, without waking him or consulting him, she turned her brother and damned him along with her. She couldn't leave him as prey, she couldn't watch him die, and she couldn't live without him. She was entirely selfish. Her blood-father was happy.
She felt guilt for this act every day since the day her brother woke up dead from her own doing. And she would always be weak to him no matter how powerful she became. This she knew.
AN Okay… maybe I lied. First chapter's up, working on the third. I'll try to have it tomorrow night but I might be too busy. (3-10-06)
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