A/N - Sorry for the ultra late update. Life man. You know? But still, I plan to continue this story. I've been working on few concepts for the story as well as planning other characters are gonna be showing soon. So. The story continues. Thank you for reading. Thank you so much for the comments. Also, to answer a commenter's question. I have seen the anime Hitman Reborn, and yes, that's were I got the name Varia from. Hope you all enjoy the rest of this story!

The town was still in full celebration when Jaycie returned. The streets where crowded, with the majority of the swarm centered around the inn.

The boys clearly sound like they're enjoying themselves.

Jaycie smirked as she looked in the direction of the inn.

Oh well. They earned it.

Jaycie knew the brothers put a lot of prep work into each performance. They deserve to enjoy the payoffs.

With that she continued on her way, needing to feed.

It took her some time to find a person who wasn't drunk. She led the man into a dark corner and cast a glamour over the two of them. She entered the man's mind and put him under a gentle, relaxing, slightly erotic dream state as she took his blood. She only took enough to replenish the energy she had spent for the performance, making sure he had enough to function and recover.

Once she had finished she used her tongue to close the wounds and left him there, looking like a person who had partied a little too hard.

The moment she entered the treeline away from the eyes of the villagers she quickly shifted into the form of an owl and took to the skies.

The night felt alive and most exciting when one saw it from the view of an owl. Of all the lessons that had been hammered into her mind during her conversion, this was the one that she had come to love. She took her time sailing though the skies, taking full advantage of the owl's extraordinary eyesight to admire the sweeping landscape around her. There were times when all she wanted to do was to stay in this form, not bothering to return. It was just too peaceful here, one didn't have to worry about the real life monsters that lived in this world, nor the maddening stress that came with humanity.

Here, one could just exist. Why can't that be enough?

Jaycie had been flying for several hours before landing in front of a lone RV that was parked in a small clearing. With a resigned internal sigh she resumed her regular form and made her way into the R.V.

The inside of the R.V. was lined with chairs and a small kitchenette. In the very back were several long lounge chairs that faced a large flat screen. Jaycie walked towards one of the cabinets by the refrigerator. She opened the cabinet which revealed a small mini fridge. She opened it, revealing several packets of blood that were labelled according to their donors, one of the three brothers. Jaycie chose a pack and began filling a thermos with it. While fresh blood from a human was best at restoring her energy and calming her hunger, the Varia brothers offered their blood as a snack for her. While she appreciated the gesture, she at first felt that there was no need to do such a thing. As time went along she came to enjoy it far more than she thought she would.

Once the thermos was full Jaycie headed to the back of the R.V. She drank from the thermos as she walked past the remains of the prep work for tonight's performance. The floor was covered with wood shavings from when they crafted the stakes from scrap wood. The silver paint that was used for the crucifixes was still piled on the counters. Jaycie smiled at the memory of Damon hunched over the counters painstakingly carving the crucifixes. Damon had a gift for wood carvings, the things he carved were almost lifelike in appearance. Such skills were invaluable for creating their so called holy items from mere scratch, and selling them for ridiculous amounts of money.

Jaycie couldn't help but smile even as a part of her felt bad for tricking people.

Oh well.

She thought.

Money comes and goes. Why not make the most of it?

Jaycie plopped herself down on one of the lounge sofas in the back of the RV. She sipped on her thermos as the PS4 and the large plasma screen were firing up.

It has been just over thirty years since she had last been human and already time was beginning to feel like an arbitrary thing. She hadn't visibly aged in those fifty years and she felt no age related fatigue or weariness, if anything it was the exact opposite.

She still remembers that distinct, momentous, feeling of change when she first awoke in her new life. Pulling from what she remembered from movies and books, along with extensive research, Jaycie was able to figure out what had happened to her, and she had over fifty years to accept it.

The one who had changed her had called their race something else. But for her, she couldn't get past the first word that came to mind.

Vampire.

Her appearance alone was enough to confirm all suspicions. While she had never really considered herself beautiful when she was human she did her best to be attractive. She remembered all those torturous years of dieting fads and exercise regimens only to end up with semi-stellar results.

Still. I should have at least gotten a "A" for effort.

After the conversion, Jaycie couldn't even recognize the person she saw in the mirror. The woman staring back at her was flawless, gorgeous. It was one of the most unnerving sights she had ever seen. Even now Jaycie prefers to avoid her reflection as much as possible.

The video game had completely booted up and awaited her commands. She browsed through the various games they had saved on the device's memory for a few moments before settling on an rpg she was making her way through. She spent the next several hours playing, all the while her mind would drift back to those early years, before she met the boys.

Jaycie had never felt so alone those first few years. The one who had converted her had died and she was left to make sense of all the information he had shoved into her mind right before his end. It ranged from how to clean oneself, how to feed, where to sleep. Then there came the spells that ranged from basic protection and levitation to full on transformation and summoning.

Jaycie smiled at her in game character as they summoned lighting for an attack. She remembered nearly killing herself the first time she had tried to summon lighting. She was lucky all it did was nearly rip her arm off and scorch the left side of her body. She had completely missed Christmas and New Years on account of spending nearly a month in the ground recovering from that.

It wasn't too long after that that she met the Varia brothers.

From the time they could remember, their mother had always had this animosity towards them. Like as if they had done something unforgivable to her. One day, when they were 10 years old, she took them to a park to let them play; she had even bought them snacks and ice cream before that. The boys were so stunned and overjoyed by this show of affection that they completely lost themselves in happiness as they played. However, after a few hours they soon realized that their mother was nowhere to be seen. They walked home and found it empty of their meager belongings. She had left them. To this day they still don't know what had become of her, or why she hated them so much.

The boys spent the next 3 years living in the streets; scavenging for food from dumpsters and pick pocketing tourists.

They were horribly emaciated, filthy, and on the verge of death when Jaycie came across them. Their psychic signature was what had drawn her to them when she had drifted into their city. They were similar to her in that they could pick up on psychic energy, yet at the same time they were different from her. It wasn't until a few years later when they underwent their first transformation that she was able to pick up on what they were.

The one who saved and converted her had shoved not only information about their race but also other races into her head, including the Jaguar race.

Jaycie passed the remainder of the night playing video games and sipping on her thermos of blood. The sun was just under an hour away from rising in the east and Jaycie could already feel the pull of the earth. A sense of anxiety and depression always overcame her at these times. Even after all these years these feelings never left her. Fear that something might happen to her, that this would be it, that she would die this day. But she also felt sadness at what she had become. She was grateful that the man had saved her, and she owed to him to at least carve some semblance of a life in honor of his memory. Yet those reasons did little to push back the crushing weight of fear and sadness.

As always these two separate emotions she was feeling would begin to meld with each other and become a singular entity that clawed at her; loneliness.

Jaycie would forever be grateful that she had found the three brothers when she did. Because she was sure that if she hadn't found them they wouldn't have lasted another six months. And It had also occurred to Jaycie that she wouldn't have lasted much longer either.

But had they really saved me? She wondered.

Or, have they merely prolonged the inevitable.