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“Ah. Secret…..I understand.” Demyx nodded, thinking that it would be desirable for him to do the same with his own clan, but it seemed impossible to keep such a thing in the dark for long. Surely his people would notice the difference in their leader, and it wouldn’t be long before questions arose and a brave soul stepped forward to ask them. He sighed, but was given to time to think more about the matter, because suddenly Syvra had pulled him from his mind.
“Do? Well……well I don’t know. Wait for Cora?” Demyx was hardly paying attention to what he was saying. His mind refused to be quieted; it just kept pulling him back with thoughts of his departed cousin’s treachery, and of his own death and new life, and any other manner of things which he did not wish to dwell on.
Demyx look at Syvra, and in the back of his mind he realized that he did not know her at all, and that her smile quite disturbed him.

Demyx was still for a long moment, his eyes trailing over the willing body before him. If he focused only on looks, Syvra was indeed Cora, and in that, everything he wanted but never would have asked for. He let out a deep sigh that was almost a groan and took a few steps forward so that he was looming above her. Demyx liked his fangs eagerly as his eyes continued to drink in Syvra’s figure. She was just sitting there, her eyes drawing him to her, willing him to do whatever he wanted. It was so easy to forget that she was not Cora as she sat there silently.
He turned his head away from her.
“Syvra, no,” He said in a deep, strained voice. “I love Cora.” he sounded so sure of himself, but there was longing in his eyes. She looked so much like his Cora, was almost Cora in every way……

Demyx didn’t move as Syvra ran her hands along his body, caressing him. He closed his eyes and actually groaned as she liked his ear, pressing herself against him. His hands reached up and held hers to his chest.
He loved the feel of someone touching him, of wanting to get closer and closer. It was something he had never known, choosing instead to avoid all contact. But this was so new, so unexplored. She looked like the girl he loved, almost was her, and now with his heightened senses he felt high. There was even the bloodlust threatening to come back.
And yet, no matter how wonderful it was, it felt wrong to him. It wasn’t what it should have been, it wasn’t how he wanted it.
“Yes, I truly love Cora,” Demyx said as he opened his eyes. His hands dropped to his side, bringing Syvra’s with them. He let her go and strode forward without another word, dropping onto the couch and fixing a cold stare on the door that Cora would later come through.

Demyx blinked in confusion, staring at Syvra with a slightly open mouth. His expression was quite comical.
“You….what?”
And then it hit him, and he couldn’t help but laugh.
“It was all a test?! You….yeah you are evil….” He crossed his legs and folded his arms across his chest, not quite looking at her. His face was red, but he was smiling.
“That wasn’t a fair test at all, Syvra.” He threw one of the cushions at her in protest. Then he raised an eyebrow.
“So you really would have slept with me, eh?” Demyx asked with a chuckle as he rested his chin on his hand. He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. “Cora would have hurt you. Well, hurt me….and then you…” He considered it for a moment. “No, maybe just me….”

He realized that he was finally calming down, and that his mind was almost clear for once. All of the past events had been so hectic that he hadn’t gotten a chance to rest, nor to appreciate his new senses. First he had died, then he came back, only to find that Cora had gone mad, almost died, was now being given back life, and then Syvra’s test….It had all been too much. But now….now everything was alright. They were alive, they were safe.
Demyx knew already of the change in his taste, that was obvious. But what else? What did this new life give him? What did he get out of being a vampire? When he turned to look back at Syvra, he noticed for the first time a large mirror peaking up above her shoulder and head. His eyes widened at his own reflection. His hair was white, the only sign that it had been crimson being its slight, reddish glow. And his eyes…what had once looked like a fire now looked like a storm. And there was something else that was odd about him, but he couldn’t quite tell. It wasn’t the fangs; he had expected those. What was it? Why did he feel so different? He felt that he knew the answer, that it was just out of sight and…
"So many have failed before..."
He looked over at Syvra, startled by her words. Cora had loved before? He frowned, and his face became lined and his eyes darkened with a sudden sadness.
“How many….how many others have there been?” he asked quietly, looking down at his hands. The thought that something was different was still there, but he pushed it away, thinking that it was just his mind trying to get used to the new senses it had control of.

At first Demyx was shocked and appalled by what Syvra had done, but the thought of someone hurting Cora in any way made his blood turn to fire. He practically snarled too, and his face contorted for the flash of a second into something bestial.
Demyx stared at Syvra for a long moment. She seemed to focus on protecting her sister, and he was happy of that, but something bothered him.
“And you?” He asked suddenly, still looking intently at her. “Have you ever loved before?”
It seemed wrong that she was keeping her sister safe, and as a result she had no one. Or perhaps it was her own personal choice. Either way, he didn’t like it.
His mind wandered off again, as it usually did. But this time Demyx was thinking not of his new senses, but of Cora. How many times had they done this…ritual? Did it hurt her? And of course, when would he get to see her again?

“I-I’m sorry Syvra! I didn’t mean-” Demyx fumbled, startled by the woman’s tears. He hadn’t meant for this. He just wanted to understand her better, get to know her more. Well, he knew now what not to bring up next time.
Demyx reached out a hand, awkwardly scooting forward even though he was too far away to reach her.
“This isn’t the end of your life,” he said after a moment, dropping his hand. “There is still time.”
He started at her with concern, not knowing what to do for her.
“I could always… help you… find a guy,” He offered, fumbling again. He was reminded of how little he knew about interaction with other beings, especially crying ones.

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Rose was having a nightmare of jack coming after her once more, his hands moving across her bare skin as he tore away her shirt.
“Rose,” she heard, but it was the wrong voice. It was that of a girl, and it was sweet and kind. She opened her eyes and screamed.
“You!” Rose screamed, pushing Cora away and trying desperately to push herself further against the wall. Her hand was at her neck, hiding the puncture wounds that had been reduced to scars within hours. And then suddenly the events of the past day came rushing back to her, and she remembered that the vampire that attacked her had an identical twin; one that was much less frightening, and who Demyx loved.
Rose’s hand lowered and she looked apologetic and slightly embarrassed.
“It’s going to take a while to get used to you,” she admitted, “You being a twin, and…” She paused, the word playing on her lips before she said it, “A vampire.”
Rose looked around, realizing also that Demyx and the other woman were gone, and that she was alone with Cora.
“I’m sorry,’ she said sheepishly.