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For this story to work, pretend Gannen can write. This piece is actually about Gannen thinking about Vancha and some other things. Maybe it will turn into a story about the past? I don't know. We will have to wait and see. It can take place anytime you fancy. And if this becomes more than a one-shot as I'll know by the end of the chapter, please bear with me for slow updates seeing as my computer is nutty and I am unpredictable where writing stories are concerned.

Brothers for Evermore

My name is Gannen Harst. I'm the brother of Vancha Harst, now known as Vanch March. And I'm a vampaneze.

Vampires and vampaneze all know Vancha, the vampire prince. But what did they know about me, his brother? How much do they actually know about Vancha's past? The part where it all started?

Nothing, that's what. They know nothing. Sure, they all know the major events but do they know, really know about the inner turmoils that both of us had suffered? The hardships that we had to endure? The pain of being seperated by war? The loss that I felt?

No. They do not. They only look and don't give a second thought about it, as is the way of the creatures of the night.

No one knows. No one cares. Feelings are funny things. They can give you pleasure but they can also hurt you. Maybe they were something Desmond Tiny designed. It seems like one of his inventions, things that you cannot live without but sometimes wish you never experienced.

Ironic?

Yes, maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Maybe feelings were intended to bring happiness into the world but Desmond twisted them, as is his way. Or maybe feelings were intended for both hurt and healing? No one knows. And no one cares.

But I do. This silent night in a forest somewhere in the wilderness of the mountain, I thought. About things I never have brooded on before. Things no self-respecting vampaneze should think of finding time for. Things that were connected to Vancha, my brother. Although our paths have been seperated for many a year, I still think of him as my brother.

Maybe I should not call myself a true vampaneze. Even now, my heart yearns for talking and laughing with Vancha like we did when we were younger. My ties with him can never be truly severed. Even now, I dread the day when I may have to face him in battle. Will I be loyal to my clan? Or will I be loyal to my brother?

There are things I never hope to find out and that is one of them. And still I thought about Vancha.

I know he has gained the rank of prince and I long to congratulate him. But that just makes things all the harder. And I keep wondering. Does Vancha still think of me as his brother? Or just another vampaneze, a foe to be fought? I may never know, but still I wondered.

Now dawn is breaking and it is time to go. I pulled on my travelling cloak on and doused the fire. Turning my face towards the sun, I left my troubling thoughts behind me and went on my way, in search of new adventures.

Whew! That went well! Should I do another about Vancha or just leave it like this? Please tell me by reviewing seeing as I'm not decided yet.