I was angry with him for not telling me, but at the same time I was confused about Max and fearing for my sister. But I ran with Dwayne and we rode down the dusty night rode after towards my home. The closer I got the worse I felt. People had gathered with their weapons and torches screaming and yelling.

I dismounted and ran towards them my sister was in the middle three men held her tightly. The witch was beside her bound by two burly men. The Officer in charge stopped me abruptly. "Hold yourself David Winfield. Your sister has been found a witch and will burn. Stay back unless you want to share her fate!" I looked up at my sister as they tied her hands behind her on the pillar. She was silent and her eyes looked intense. It was as if she knew everything. Her feet were bare atop the mounds of boards and sticks. She was still in the wedding dress; it blew with her golden locks in the night breeze. For just a brief moment the world around us was quiet it was jut her and I. She spoke to me, I he'd sure how but I heard her. "We are family David, that is eternal." She smiled and I felt my head burst with pain I roared clutching my mind I corrected myself and stood up facing the officer.

His gun was raised at me. I laughed at him; the tone in my voice gave itself new life. I hadn't laughed like this before, it was deep and I felt strength in me. My emotions flew from me in a single breath. I felt my skin tighten in my face and his scent filled my nostrils. I could smell his fear. I licked my newly developed fangs. I wanted to taste what his pain and fear was. He looked sick as he took a step back. I closed in on in quickly closing the gap between us I ripped out his throat. I didn't know what overcame me. His body fell to the ground. I had ripped his head off, a td at if dazed. I was unsure but I proceeded to rip him apart further. I sunk my teeth into his skin, the moment I felt the blood hit me I grew stronger. I wanted them all to die. I wanted their blood.

When someone screamed demon I was brought myself back to realize I had killed two other men, Dwayne had been my fellow demon. He had joined in the killing and was ripping apart person after person. Kyatonna had gotten free and was chanting in a d louder head. My head was spinning again. I heard Mena scream and I turned my focus towards her. She continued to scream in pain, I couldn't detect y they hadn't lit the fire on the post. Dwayne finished the last person off, he face covered in blood running down his shirt. "Mena!"

A force kept us away from her. Her body tensed up and her screaming seized. I tired to again reach her but flames burst from the wood itself lighting the post ablaze. I screamed her name but he image vanished disappeared behind the fire. Kyatonna begin to grow louder her chanting more intense. Her chanting cut off with a quick finish. Her body froze and she faced the fire. Dwayne and I were thrust back from the fire as the fire exploded and flooded onto the ground my eyes were hit by amber and I blink to try and focus. My sister's burning body leapt from the smoldering pile. I was in shock. I half expected my sister to be burned and her figure well not like it was. She stood up, and the flames seemed to surround her. She lifted her head towards the sky and raised hr arms above her head. The fire wrapped around her body and danced about her. The fire lifted off of her in a cloud and then slammed into her.

And then the fire was gone. My sister eyes were red, glowing at the blood soaked images around her. Her golden hair now red, and her skin a deep olive. She closed her eyes and when she reopened them they were green again and her hair's redness seemed to fade. She whispered our names and collapsed. Dwayne ran to her and picked her up.

"What did you do to her Kyatonna?" I hissed.

"Nothing that I did, simply what was chosen for her? Tell me vampire, now do you believe in the deep magic? It is everywhere young masters. You will live for eternity in darkness with only those dearest to you along the road. Do you think me wicked? We knew long ago your sister would be one of us?" he

"What am I? What have you done to her?"

"I have told you already you are a vampire. Condemned by the angels to spend entirety in the darkness. The sun is your enemy little master. In time your maker will come to you and tell you perhaps why he made you and Dwayne."

"And Mena?"

"She isn't a witch. She has a special gift; the fire has taken to her. She will in time learn to draw her strength from the flame and control you and her share once common bound, both immortal."

"Kyatonna I will ask you once more what is she?" My patience was wearing out.

"She must come with me." Kyatonna walked towards her.

I pushed her back snarling at her, "no!"

"Kill me then demon, others will come for her, no matter where you both go, they'll find you." She smiled. I didn't care, her thoughts were petty. "Then we will protect her from them."

"Then who will protect her from you?" Kyatonna closed her eyes as I snapped her neck.

hr body fell lifeless to the ground. Dwayne and I made haste, we packed essential belongings and burned the house and the bodies. We slept in the basement of an unfortunate farmers home and left their house ablaze to cover our tracks. My sister came to and forth, she slept almost all day and night and only stirred when we had to move. We bought tickets on a boat and fled South Carolina never returning in fear.

The years that followed moved quickly as Dwayne and I discovered our new abilities. My sister talked little about that night, but slowly she returned to her cheerful state bouncing about and taking in our sites and the new places we visited. To Dwayne and I parties were never out of the question, we could finish off several victims in one night. My sister would stay in the hotels or wonder alone when we killed. The sunlight that cursed us seemed to give life to Mena. I rarely thought of Max and what he had doubt sometimes mostly when I was by myself I wondered where he was and what I was missing in my cursed life that he may have had answers to.

It wasn't until the early 1920's did I came to the realization that the little lifestyle my small family had couldn't continue. We were being followed, by who I wasn't sure but I knowing it was someone coming for Mena. I had long been expecting it. When had been visiting a small village in Japan when I came face to face with the person in question.

Her name was Oyu. She was a magnificent being. I could smell she was like Mena, I didn't understand what it was that was alike about them. I wanted to kill her before Mena could see her, but it was to late. Mena had offered her tea and she had accepted. She was quiet, but not shy. Another women who had been hiding in the shadows came in after her. She has dark raven hair like Oyu, but her was much shorter. Her hair ended just below her ears and the ends were jagged. She wore earrings that had feathers at the ends. She wasn't wearing an elegant blue satin komodo like the other. Her attire seemed to be leather based warrior amour. Her katana hung lose at her side. Her eyes were red like Mena's had been that night. She called herself Miko, and she was a vampire.

Mena talked privately with them until just an hour before sunrise. Mena wanted to go with them. Dwayne and I had begged her not to go.

"David, I know. Nothing bad will happen to me I promise. I want to go, please. I have to understand what I am." How could I deny her this? She was so sincere. I gave into her.

We had no choose but to leave her there. She promised she return to use again. I knew Dwayne didn't want to let her go, but against his better judgement he found the courage. Together we came back to America and moved into a booming town called Santa Carla. It was here I met up with Max. Here that I found my other lost souls, Marko and Paul.