C a p t u r e d

12: Spaces Between

I need someone else to do it for me. So I soon instruct a special kind of demon to pay her a visit.

That night, he creeps into her room, and sucks the youth back into her. Her rejuvenation elates both her and me. Especially me, because when she becomes a vampire, I don't crave her blood anymore. I'm finally satiated from the lust for my sister.

I know that my ancestors must hate me. But I only want to spend eternity with the only family I have left.

If only I'd come to my senses years ago. My mother could've become young again. So could my grandmother. We could've all spent eternity... Together.

Gifts and curses. What difference does it make? Yes, I am a demon, but my ancestors should focus on my mortal grandkids. Regret still chokes my heart and strangles me, but most of the time, I try not to think about it.

As soon as sister wakes up from her deathbed, she is young again. We flee the land. We forget all about her children.

Ji is the best confidant. The most interesting teacher. Like the golden-haired demoness, she has a knack with words, and can pick up a language within days. Whenever we enter into a new empire, she can take a sweep of the passerby, and figure out exactly who we should masquerade as.

Traders. Diplomats. Teachers of the Ying-and-Yang. Healers.

But hundreds of years later, we are still drifters, watching societies get ravaged.

We meet too many kind people to count. But more often than not, we have to take advantage of them, and leave them screaming under our grip.

Every kind soul has given us lifeforce- unwillingly. At the end of the day, every one of them stares like we were monsters, choking and sobbing.

My sister wants to die because of this. She insists that there should be another way.

"Let's try drinking from animals. Or small children- they might not remember. Or let's bite each other, and drink the others' sustenance."

I won't let her touch children, and I can't let myself ever bite her. So we focus on animals.

Animal lifeforce is like a glass of acid. It does not get us high or rejuvenate us. Instead, it is like the way one would eat dirt during a famine.

We usually throw up because of it. After those days, I go out and grab some grape wine, rice wine, or mead. It takes me days of drinking to forget the way that a goat crumbles in my arms.

"I can't do this with you," my sister murmurs, one night. "I can't stand you seeing me like this."

Of course, I beg her to reconsider. But I am not in the business of forcing people to stay.

My sister was the first person to leave me.

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(Now)

Nearly twenty centuries later, we met again. It was only by chance, in a strange new country, called America. Like thousands of other vampires, we were lured to Laraphane, the Southern kingdom. Highly advanced technology allowed us to live in underworld caves. We only ventured out occasionally, in order to pick docile Donors.

Ji's eyes had become and wild, her mouth wide and drooping, nearly as old a vampire as I...

We'd been separated for nearly twenty centuries. And somewhere along the way, she'd changed somehow. Maybe she'd seen something, or watched it occur, or imagined it. But either way, her marbles could simply not be found.

She was changed forever. Of course I assumed things. But honestly, I still had no idea what Ji had gone through. I nagged her for centuries, and she would simply not tell me.

Like me, she was one of the oldest vampires. An Elite. A Council Leader. One of the "Chosen".

I could not force her to tell me anything. I could not help her, or ship her off, or protect her Donors from what she'd become.

Maybe being a Psychic vampire was the only pain she had. This is what I assumed, at first.

But time and time again, I watched her devour her Donors with an unmatched pleasure. She actively searched for Donors who ran from their masters and mistresses. She said just seeing their fear gave her an orgasmic sense of pleasure. The more pain she inflicted, the happier she became. She always said that the elation they gave her was a beautiful mystery.

Every vampire was a sadist. I knew it well. After many centuries, I'd began enjoying the domination of each meal. I relished the chase, and the smells, and even the fear, sometimes.

More often than not, my bloodlust would mix with real lust. Sometimes my Donors would give themselves to me. I knew it wasn't right to accept them. But when I was drinking blood, I could never quite control myself.

But had I tortured? Mutilated? Murdered?

None but the latter. After centuries and centuries, you tend to meet many manipulative scumbags. And like most, there is a need to purge the world of people like this.

However, Ji was my sister. She was always struggling to reach out to me, and I ignored it. Blotting her out was the only way I knew how to hurt her. Soon, she stopped trying to get close to me, and I was grateful. This was for fear that her psychopathic ink would poison my own thoughts, like slashing my own wrists or spilling mercury out of a thermometer.

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Holy crap, this chapter was dark! I know it took me twice as much time to write this... Unfortunately I was having some technical issues (meaning I have an ap exam that I should be studying for). Even so, this is wayyyy more fulfilling.

Please comment your thoughts. Vote if you enjoyed. Did my creepy plot turns freak you out?

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