JANE

Chapter 1

Jane The Pain

Jane The Pain. That's what the children used to call me. How ironic. When I became a vampire that changed. After a few decades they were all dead. I however am was still alive.

My brother Alec was also changed. I was glad. He was the only person I liked then. He is the only person I like now.

I am two centuries old.

I have killed many people.

I have never loved.

This is my story.


I drummed my fingers irritably on the arm of the chair in the private airport lounge. Our private plane to Voltura was delayed by fog. I hissed under my breath in impatience.

My brother Alec cautioned me, "Patience Sister, we cannot control the weather. You must learn to be patient."

"Yes, Brother," I replied, a note of danger in my voice, "So you have been telling me for the past two centuries."

My brother ignored me, he was used to my bad temper.

I examined my fingers. One of them was missing. The littlest finger on my left hand had been bitten off in a fight with an angry She-Werewolf. Usually when one of our kind looses an arm or a leg or even a torso they can be fixed by coating the ends of the two halves with venom. This causes them to join back together perfectly. However if their missing part of anatomy is burned then that is impossible. My finger was burned.

I contemplated the stump. It did not look so bad really. I had smoothed it over and now it just looked like the finger had forgotten to grow.

I sighed and looked back to the clock. I was exceedingly bored.

Alec rolled his eyes, "Go hunt," He told me, "I will call you when it is time to leave."

I nodded to him gratefully and left.

Sometimes being a vampire was such a drag.


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