(A/N If you want to ask me any Q's just review or PM me and I'll answer.)
"Hello there Marco." She sat back, the movement causing her rocking chair to pick up its motion.
"How'd y'know it was me?" The young red-head asked.
"My sight may be gone, but my senses are as strong as ever, bro." Her hands continued to braid the strings, manipulating them into swirling patterns, as she had done, so many times before.
"Good to see some things never change." Marco said, indicating the bracelet.
"Says the still sixteen year-old. Habits die hard, I weave when I'm anxious, and I think you know why."
"I do, I can smell the cancer on your breath."
"Hmmn, I'll brush my teeth more often."
"You know that won't help."
"Yes, but still, a full set of teeth would be nice when I die." She added more layers to the bracelet, it was nearly done.
"You don't have to." Marco stared her in the eyes, something he rarely ever did nowadays.
"The answers the same now as it was then, kid."
"Who you calling kid? I'm still older than you sis." Marco grinned sadly. He'd offered to change her, not even a week after he had turned, he owed her that much. So he settled for killing their parents instead.
"By a year, and if we're gonna argue age, don't you think I win?" she smiled.
He loved when his sister smiled, her whole face lit up, "I missed ya sis."
"You didn't have to leave, we could have stayed together." she added another layer, she still remembered the exact amount to make the perfect length.
"I'm not the same as you, you were the family life type, I wasn't." He shot a little guardedly.
"I don't mean nothing by the words," She stopped smiling, her time was short, she knew, she didn't want to spend it regretting harsh words to her brother. "I've lived a good life, no regrets, no unfulfilled dreams. " She added the final layer, knotted the ends, and motioned him closer. As he stood and moved closer, he was overwhelmed with a sudden thirst, and, for the first time, he felt guilty. As if sensing his thoughts she smiled unworriedly, "Relax big bro, I may be flirting death, but I'm still strong enough to fight back."
"You always were the strong one huh sis?" He held out his wrist, more out of habit than thought, and she tied on the bracelet. He saw the swirling patterns, and changing colors, and wasn't surprised at all with the perfect fit. "You still got it."
"'Course I do, cuz I'm da bomb." She laughed. Then coughed.
"Well 'da bomb' don't put your fuse out." He patted her back, hiding the sorrow in his eyes. The last link to his past, the one good memory of his life, and he couldn't help her.
Sensing his sadness, she calmed her breathing, "Don't freak out Marco, I'm alright." She leaned back into her chair, pushing back and forth lightly, and yawned.
"You should go to bed."
"I'd say the same but I think your curfew is different. But you're right I am sleepy. I think this may be the last time I say good night big bro."
"I'm sorry it's been so long."
"Don't be I'm nearly eighty now, and I have lived a good life, but I do have one favor to ask."
"Shoot."
"Don't let that leader of yours turn my kids."
Marco glanced up sharply, "What if they want to change"
"Then they'll ask you, just as I would have."
"Well, I promise. But it's pretty pointless, we'll be leaving soon."
"Bound for better, sparklier places?"
"Heh, something like that…" Santa Carla was sparklier anyway.
"Well…goog night big brother. I'll see you in our afterlives."
"Maybe…"
"I will, if I have to scream the gods themselves hoarse, we will be together as a family."
"I can see you do it too."
"Heh…Good night and Goodbye Marco."
"Goodnight and Goodbye Marci."
