Preface
Airen
This was it. Time to make my decision. After all these two had done to me, I was the one who got to decide whether they lived or died. Whoever decided people's fates and what was supposed to happen was pretty stupid.
The sweet smell of blood filled the air around me. I turned my, most liking glowing, red-eyed gazed down to my sister, who was losing blood fast with a stake through her chest.
I looked at the boy who lay next to her, a stake through his own heart. At one point in my undead life, I'd thought I'd love that boy—and maybe I still did.
Maybe I should back up a bit, so you can understand better.
I'm Airen Achak. I'm 116-years-old, as of yesterday.
The sister that's lying on the ground half-dead is my twin Skylar. The boy is—well, you'll have to find that out later.
If you're wondering how I'm still alive without anything wrong with me (and love the smell of blood) at 116, it's because I'm a vampire.
I have compulsion, healing, and air control as some special abilities.
I should start at the beginning of it all, then…? That's what I thought.
