Taboo, a vampire brother/sister romance

I should begin by pointing out that all vampire males have a mate. Once they see them they fall deeply in love, and very protective. Being a mate is no picnic, trust me. You're tied to them heart, body and soul. Mates have to be submissive to their "Syre", something I was never good at. How do I know all this? I am now a mate. A mate to someone that I shouldn't be.

Let me start at the beginning my brother Riff Raff and I were both born in Northern Transylvania. We moved to Utah when I was thirteen. And to answer the obvious question , I do have an accent, Riff doesn't. I must admit we do look a lot alike. Riff has soft, thick brown hair only a shade lighter than my dark chocolate curls. He has shiny, kind azure eyes while mine are the color of coffee. We both have high cheek bones; though his are more prominent. And we both have special powers, Riff's an empath and I'm a psychic.

This whole mess started when I was five. Our parents had fought endlessly that week. Mostly about how I was the reason our family was so poor. Riff and I were cuddled on his bed. He being two years older tried to comfort me; hard as he tried he couldn't dull our parents shouting voices.

"Wiffy make zem stop!" I wailed into his chest.

"Shh Rachie, I'm here to protect you and I always will be" he whispered.

After our parents divorced Mother began looking for male companionship wherever she could, leaving Riff and I to fend for ourselves. Through this my brother and I became inseparable. I no longer went to Mother after a nightmare I went to Riff. I no longer asked her to tie my shoes or tuck me in I asked Riff. When I was twelve I noticed his attitude toward me was changing. His looks became more and more lingering, and he told me that he was the only one who has ever loved me and I was his. I believed him of course and by the time I was fifteen I had a huge crush on him like a lot of little girls have there first crushes on family members.

Pretty soon my crush on Riff crush became more of an obsession. I could not go ten seconds without stealing a glance at him. Being away from him every school day was torture. And I dreamed of him almost every night

A few days before my seventeenth birthday I was settled in my room, thinking about him as usual. 'Rachel you have to tell him' one side of my mind screamed at me 'no way! He'll laugh at me or even vorse never speak to me again!' I argued with myself.

Well I could sing my feelings to him. But there was one little problem there were no songs to tell your older brother that you love him more than you should. With a heavy sigh I left my room and went to the kitchen to get my comfort food: blood chocolates.

'Thank Countess Báthory Riff is out on his veekly shopping spree.' I thought popping a chocolate into my mouth 'If he saw me eating zese he vould know something vas vrong, vhat vould I tell him zen?'

I walked down the hall and plopped onto my bed. I looked around the room at all the pictures of Riff, my friends Kayla, Jackson and Marcel. My favorite was the one next to my bed. It was of Riff and me, after he tried to dress me up for the first time. I smiled before looking at my Treble Clef alarm clock. 9:27 PM I'd better get some sleep, besides Riff won't be home for awhile. I quickly changed into my PJ's and climbed into bed. Closing my heavy eyelids I began to dream of my darling brother.

I inspected myself in my closet's mirror. I looked really good if I do say so myself. The Alexander McQueen shirt I had bought on sale – ah the glory of a good sale- looked quite awesome. I smirked at my reflection,as I recalled the rumors about me. Everyone could tell I wasn't like most guys. I was the only straight guy I knew that was even slightly concerned with fashion. Oh well, I guess it wasn't entirely my fault. Being alone with Mother's collection of old Vogue magazines ,while she and Father were out, had enthralled me. I even started to design my own line of clothing.