Walking Among Vampires✔

Chapter 2: Peach

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◆Korbyn◆

"It's not nice to stare," I sighed, closing the door to the back of my home, eyes drifting to my thirteen year old, little sister. Bronwyn was kneeling down on the plush red couch with ebony satin pillows on either side of her. Her sparkling sapphire eyes were transfixed on the garden, her raven hair reached just above her shoulder blades. Her hair moved with her as she looked from outside the large glass window to stare into my eyes, furrowing her brows.

"You stare at her everyday she comes here. You get up earlier just to see if she has come by," Bronwyn arched a perfect eyebrow.

"That maybe true, but you are a lady," I returned, walking away from the door and sitting across from her on an identical couch.

Bronwyn rolled her eyes and returned her gaze to the garden, "Lady my ass."

"Language," I narrowed my eyes at her back. Sighing heavily with that little teenager attitude, she lowered herself from the window, turning around so her feet were now planted on the floor. She adjusted her pleated black skirt, standing in her dark flats she fixed the hem of her cerulean shirt.

"What about my language?" Bronwyn asked, folding her arms and shifting her eyes to the marble staircase.

I clicked my tongue at her and stated, "My home, my rules, you know I can't stand vulgar language. If you want to speak like that, you can go live with mother and father."

She shook her head and mumbled, "Or I can tell on you."

"Tell on me?" I chuckled.

Bronwyn brought her eyes back to mine and complained, "That girl is a human. We're supposed to kill any that are left alive. Big brother, you let her...leave? Why?"

I knew my little sister would be either confused or disapproving of my actions, but I was beyond curious. I'd never actually seen a living human being before Nova had wandered into my garden a few weeks back. She had a different kind of beauty to her, not like an immortal type, but a sweet, fragile, and innocent kind. When Bronwyn and I lived with my mother and father, I had only seen a male human's dead body that had been brought back after invading a place where they had been hiding. That was over seven years ago.

"Aren't you curious Bronwyn?" I asked, resting one of my arms against the back of the couch as she shifted from one foot to the other. "Victors of war write the past in the way they want to tell it. Don't you wonder why exactly the human race was hunted down and killed?"

"Father says-." I cut her off, her face growing slightly irritated with my sudden statement.

"Father says what he wants us to know and what was told to his father before him. He claims it was to stop the overwhelming need for their blood. That they could bewitch us and cause our kind to go mad if we tasted it," I sighed, rubbing my forehead with my left hand.

Bronwyn nodded and walked over to the kitchen, opening the large refrigerator and withdrawing a container of scarlet liquid. It wasn't blood. Not real blood that is.