Sita looked up solemnly at Krishna, vanquishing a sword, hating herself for what she was about to do. Krishna's expression was unreadable, but he winked at her in a strangely fashion. At the time, she did not understand what the gesture symbolised. Now - as she replays these last moments in her head - Sita laughs without her heart in it.
"Do it for me. Sita" Krishna whispered, still strong and confident in his last seconds on earth, "You must."
The younger Sita broke down then, begging for Krishna to forgive her. She wouldn't- couldn't- do what he asked of her.
"I w-would rather die."
The man before her sighed and stared deeply into her eyes. His face was the poster for understanding.
Before he could say whatever inspirational riddle to her, a bellowing scream went up on the other side of the field.
"It's too late," Krishna spoke to her - as he turned to face the man entering the battle field, "Yaksha"
The younger Sita of her memories squealed of fear at the appearance of her old lover and her vampiric creator. His dark eyes were exactly then same, and when they locked with hers, a shiver shot up her shine in painful bursts of icy waves.
She began to notice Yaksha and Krishna followers had moved like the dead, silently and unchallenges, to create an impenetrable circle around the three of them.
The Sita of today whimpered at the thought of what happened next.
Yaksha raised his hand directly at her. The simple movement felt like it was piercing her very soul. It hurt, a lot.
"Sita, my child, come to me." he spoke the words she had dreaded for years, "I wish I did not need to do this, Sita, but you have left me no choice. You have decided to follow this man over me!"
A ripple of mixed reactions weaves through the crowd watching, awaiting for young Sita's next actions
She wanted to stay with the good, with Krishna. Yaksha was so enticing, so beautiful... So hypnotic.
Her legs moved her over to the man who had condemned her to this life of Darkness. Yaksha smiled at her- his teeth gleaming lile the fangs she knew he had.
"No," Krishna said, "You have no idea what this will do to change the course of history. You will being Kali upon us all; must before the correct time."
The younger Sita shuddered, the Yaska spell on her forced her to Stay. To stay quiet and obedient.
"I see." The wise man said, sounding more like a disappointed god than anything else. He sounded sad and betrayed.
Yaksha dragged her away.
Today's Sita cried for her younger self. Hindsight was a bitch. She stood up, stepped over the body of the dead man. She needed to find his son - she felt a celestial pull towards the child. Sita knew he was the key to atonement for that fateful choice.
With a quick, unemotional glance over her shoulder... She left the office and headed home. To where, there would be no one to comfort her, apart from her own shadow.
Being the last vampire on Earth was a lonely life.