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"About him, I'd take it?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah," Charlette whispers.
"I made you something to...er drink," I say, changing the subject.
I go back to the kitchen and grab the smoothie. I bring it back to her and wait to see if she likes it. She takes a long sip, then sighs.
"It's good, what's in it?" Charlette asks.
"Um, tons of fruit, and a bit of blood," I smirk.
"Hmmm."
" 'Hmmm' what?" I ask.
"The blood is what sticks out the most in this," she points to the smoothie.

Christopher smirks and walks forward. I bristle as he takes Charlette's hand, that I'm not holding, and with her still fuming, kisses the top of it.
"You're wish is my command, Beloved."
And, he disappears again.
"Wow, he's completely serious about that whole Beloved thing, huh?" I say moodily, taking Charlette up to the house.
"I don't have any feelings toward him William. I. Love. You." She says gently.
"I know," I sigh. But I can't stop thinking that it could change any moment.
We sit and talk for hours, about our lives before, what we should do in the future, and just futile, petty things that make us laugh or cry.
I narrow my eyes and growl dangerously as Christopher appears and scoops Charlette into his arms.
She raises her hand, and before she can hit him, he's across the room, Charlette on the couch again.
"You only said you wouldn't give me the time of day, Charlette. Now let me talk."

"That wasn't how I wanted it to go," I mumbled to myself, watching Charlette run off into the woods.
I follow her like a shadow, keeping my distance, but still keeping her in sight.
I see one of my assassins sneaking up from behind her, and her still being a new little vampire, didn't notice his heartbeat. I flash behind him and cover his mouth with my hand, breaking his hand that held a gun with the other. My hand kept his screams of agony at bay.
"Shhh, little boy," I whispered, his heart racing.
I craned my neck and bit into his throat, my fangs cutting deeply into the artery. Blood filled my mouth and quenched my thirst.
Just before I killed him myself, I dropped him, letting his blood stain the forest floor.
"Think twice before you go after her," I said the other assassin, looking over my shoulder at her shaking form. I smiled, showing her my bloodied fangs. She ran off.
"Charlette dear, you can come out now," I called mockingly.

I watched the scene play out with a cheshire cat-like grin on my face. I stepped out from my hiding place and the scene disappeared, Charlette's blade dropping from her hand as she brought her hand up to cover her mouth. To keep from screaming, I guessed.
"Charlette, that was a moronic move. Every move has a purpose my dear, and if you aren't careful, your move could ruin you or the ones you love," I chirped, keeping the hood of my cloak tight around my face.
Charlette glared at me, still paler then usual.
"You talk like this is some game," she snarled.
I laughed.
"Life is a game my dear," I say stepping closer and placing my hand on her cheek.
She stumbled back, her back hitting the thrunk of a tree. I stooped down and picked up her knife. In one quick movement, I stabbed the knife into the tree, mere centimeters from her face.
"Who are you," she whispered, trying to see within my hood.
"Why don't you look?" I say, leaning closer so that her face was almost within the cloak.
As she reached up, I slunk away and created another illusion, Christopher standing over William's body, Christopher's hands covered in blood.
"S-stop," Charlette cried, clasping her hands over her ears and slamming her eyes shut.
"William is mine," I growled.
I got rid of the illusion and slunk off, sitting in the darkness of a tree. Charlette sat down, breathing heavily and I saw tears streaking her cheeks.
He is mine. Mine.
"Dont you think you went a bit far, sister?" Christopher said, coming out of his own hiding place and sitting next to me on the branch.
"I think I went as far as-"
I burst into lung wrenching coughs. I covered my mouth with my hands, and when the coughs subsided, I look at my blood covered hands.
"You're time is coming to a close, sister," Christopher said, pulling us both up.
I stiffened when I felt his fingertips on the back of my neck.
"Is that a threat, my dear brother?" I hissed. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my face up to look at him dead-on.
"If you touch her again, then it will be a threat," he whispered, running the tips of his enlonged fangs across my neck.
I pulled away from him, and left him to his Beloved.

Hearing a knock on the door, I went to the front door and opened it.
"Charlette, where's your-"
I was cut off by her throwing herself into my arms.
"Charlette, are you ok?" I ask, closing the door.
My mind went straight to Christopher.
"What did he do?" I snarled.
"He didn't do anything," Charlette said. Her voice cracked and I knew she was trying to keep her crying in.
"Then who did? And where's that knife you brought with you?" I asked, checking her for any wounds.
"It's stuck in a tree," she mumbled.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Why is it in a tree?"
"Because-" she broke off.
"Charlette, what happened out there?" I asked, tilting her chin up to look at me.

Confusion swelled up. I tilted my head like a questioning dog.
"But I'm right here. How could I have been the one you stabbed?" I asked.
"It was my sister. She's rather...jealous of you Charlette," Christopher smirked from the couch.
He threw something down an Charlette's blade struck the floor near our feet.
"Jealous of me?" Charlette questioned.
"You see, you are my Beloved, and William is her Beloved. Funny how that works, huh?" Christopher didn't move from his place on the couch.
"Yeah, really funny," I growled sarcastically.
"Clair has always been the jealous type. And we've always been brother and sister, in all of our cycles for some reason." Christopher let out a little chuckle.
"And what's with the whole Charlette stabbing me thing?" I asked. I was a little surprised Charlette hadn't asked anything yet.
"Clair has the ability to create illusions. She can create a persons greatest dream-" he looked at Charlette for the first time of sitting there "-or their worst nightmare."
"So, for Charlette, she created the illusion of her stabbing me?" I asked.
Charlette nodded.
"Not to mention the illusion of me killing you," Christopher smiled cruelly.

I was pleased to see that Christopher had disappeared the moment I had laid down.
"Trust me, if I had left you, I'd be the biggest fool of the world," I smirk into the kiss.
She laughs slightly.
I pull away and look into her eyes.
"I love you," I say simply, kissing her gently again.
"I love you too," she says between kisses.
"I think Christopher didn't stop her was because he needed something against her," I said once the kisses subsided.
"What do you mean?" She asked, snuggling closer.
"Well, he let her do what she wanted, but after treating you the way she did, he probably...talked to her." I shuddered.
"He really is cruel," Charlette whispered.
"It's good to have him on our side then." I murmured.

I walked across the lawn, into the house. This time, there was no flowers or candles to die before my eyes. Instead, it was dark, stars winking over my head.
"Charlette?" I called.
"In here William," she called from the sewing room.
Why did these dreams always have to end up in there?
I went into the room and closed the door behind me.
Charlette hugged me, and went up on her toes to kiss me. I gladfully accepted the kiss.
"William," she whispered.
I staggered back from her, one hand on my chest, where a silver knife was broken, the blade lodged in my slowing heart.
"Charlette," I whispered, my eyes pleading.
"Shhh, it'll be over soon," she grinned cruelly. Christopher came up behind her and nuzzled the crook of her neck.
"Close your eyes William, it'll all be fine," he whispered, his voice sounding miles away.
"Don't listen to them. Keep hanging on and open your eyes my Beloved." Someone whispered, a hand carressing the side of my face.
I flinched awake, seeing Charlette asleep on my chest, her hands resting on my forearms. But what had woken me up was the voice from my dream, it had seemed so real...
I sniffed the air and stiffened.
She had been here.