Shattered mirror: the aftermath

It's been six months already. I try to fight it but this urge is stronger than me. I walk in the streets hiding behind baggy clothes to hide my features. The last thing I want right now is some guy trying to slobber all over me. I'm not conceited I just know the truth, and the truth is that I'm not bad looking. I don't think I would be able to be too close to other people I wouldn't be able to handle the nearness, the warm body, the smell, the blood pumping through his neck... Dammit Sarah! Get it together. I'm tired of living like this, hiding all the time, living off animal blood, but I have no other choice I'm afraid that if I get too involved with my surroundings I will attack someone. I don't want to become a beast, a terrorist, a murderer. I don't want to become like him. Him whom I trusted, him whom I thought had changed. Christopher, or should I say Kristopher. Witches shouldn't even be in the presence of his kind. And there I was following my "heart." But following my heart only forced me to leave my people behind and become in what I had been taught to hate my entire life a vampire.

"Excuse me Miss, I think you dropped something."

I turned around to the voice and found myself facing a dark figure enveloped by dark clothing and a cane. From the sound of his voice the figure seemed to be an old man. I had to get away from him.

"No sir that envelope is not mine."

"Are you sure dear? I could've sworn it fell out from your jacket." The man said tilting his covered head.

"No, like I said, it doesn't belong to me."

I started to turn around to head to a dark alley but the stranger's next words stopped me cold.

"No, but you belong to me."

I turned around and found myself facing his face, that beautiful fair face and those black eyes that had been haunting her ever since the day she walked out if her old life as a witch and had been forced to live as a parasite. Christopher. He shook his head and make tsk sounds with his mouth. Nikolas, Christopher's twin brother, the perpetrator of the now fading scar in her back, the main reason why she was now a vampire and the creator of the strong bond that was not letting her move and run from there.

"Sarah Tigress Vida, what have you made of yourself? Dressed in rags and smelling of misery. Tell me, when was the last time you had a bath?"

Again I tried to summon my old powers but nothing happened. Whatever witch power that was left in me after Nikolas had forced his blood down my throat was now gone. When I became a full vampire my powers deserted me.

"What do you want Nikolas?"

"Well, you of course. I've come to take you where you belong, with me and my brother."