A continuation of this story.
Every time Aida closes her eyes, she sees blood and Emery and Evangeline. Evangeline–the girl that was her, yet not. The girl that should have had her life, her parents. The girl that she had once wished would show up one day so they could be sisters.
The thought almost makes Aida laugh in bitter contempt. Sisters. Yeah, that hadn’t worked out. When Evangeline had shown up, she had been angry and hateful–and no longer human. And while Aida knows it wasn’t really her fault, she still blames herself. Because she had stolen Evangeline’s place; she had been placed in her crib, while Evangeline was whisked away, and Aida had never considered that she might actually be alive. She had always just assumed her dead.
And now Emery was gone. Because of her. Because she had stupidly thought she could get close to someone, that she could have something worthwhile in her stolen life. But Evangeline was quick to take that away from her.
Aida pulls her knees up to her chest and huddles against them. She wishes she was home, but she had to leave. She had known that if she stayed, Evangeline would eventually come back and kill her parents, even if they were Evangeline’s parents as well. The vampire had clearly shed any memory of her old life–she didn’t want anything to do with it. Killing her parents would be easy.
Aida’s head snaps up and she finds Evangeline standing in front of her–eyes dark and animal-hungry–and suddenly she is very afraid, even as she struggles to her feet so that her dark counterpart isn’t towering above her. But being taller than Evangeline didn’t make a difference because the vampire emitted dark waves and energy that chilled Aida to the core.
“What do you want?” she asked. “You killed my best friend already. I’m suffering. Are you happy? Isn’t that good enough?”
Evangeline moves closer and stares up into her face, grinning like a madman.
“Happy? Good enough? Please, don’t be naive, sweetheart.” Evangeline stabs a finger against Aida’s chest. “I want to destroy you. Everything you are. Everything you love. Everything that brought you to this point in life. I want to destroy it all.”
Aida’s breath catches in her throat, her mind flashing to her parents.
“Don’t,” she breathes out.
Evangeline laughs, her voice high and shrill, on the verge of insanity–no. She surely passed that point a long time ago.
“Don’t? You have got to be joking.”
Aida tries to regain her composure, but she’s still shaken, too shaken, and her voice trembles when she speaks. “But you…you have to still have some love for this life…right?”
She searches Evangeline’s face for any sign of humanity, but all she sees is vicious lines and bared teeth.
“No,” Evangeline says, her voice sounding more controlled than it had during the rest of the conversation. “There is nothing for me to love of the life I should have had; it is foreign to me. I never had it, so I don’t miss it.”
Aida feels a flash of sorrow shoot through her as she imagines a younger Evangeline–who had been kidnapped from her home as a baby and replaced by a monster–scared and alone, no parents, no friends, only a cruel man taking care of her. She wonders what that girl would have thought about–did she wish for a life like the one Aida had taken from her? Or did she simply wish for the whole world to burn?
She opens her mouth, an apology on the tip of her tongue, but Evangeline’s fist is smacking hard against her face, and she finds herself spinning and falling to the side. She crashes to the ground, holding her hand against her cheek, which throbs and burns and aches all at once. She glances up at Evangeline.
“Don’t you dare,” the vampire hisses, fury seething in her voice. “Don’t you dare say it. Don’t you dare apologize. I don’t want your pity. I want you to suffer.”
“What will that do?”
“It’ll make me feel better.”
Aida stares at her as her heart beats wildly in her chest. She knows that she needs to get away from the vampire, far, far away, but she feels trapped and she fears that running will get her parents killed. Maybe if she stays…maybe Evangeline will spare her parents.
“Okay,” she says. “Do whatever you want to me.”
Evangeline kneels down in front of her. “Why, sister, are you really that stupid?”
Aida doesn’t look at her. She’s too afraid to see whatever expression twists her face.
“What I do to you,” the vampire continues, “will be the last thing on the list. Your life–the life that should have been mine–I’m going to make sure it’s in ruins, burned and crushed until there is nothing left. I will wipe your life from existence, from memory.”
Aida couldn’t help but look at her now, though she wishes she hadn’t because in the vampire’s eyes is a darkness so deep that Aida fears she’ll be lost in it.
“What do you mean?” she whispers, though she thinks she already knows the answer.
Evangeline grabs the collar of her shirt and jerks her forward. “I mean, dear sister, that anyone you’ve everyone come in contact with, any place you have been, anything you’ve touched or looked at–I will destroy it all. And then I will destroy you.” She pushed Aida away and stood up. “So I’ll see you around, Aida.”
And then Aida was alone again.