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I looked up into green eyes, mirror image of my own, and started to struggle against the frigid hands holding my wrists to the bed. It was a useless endeavour that I soon gave up; she was inhumanly strong. She smiled at me, scarlet lips like a cupid's bow, wide green eyes sparkling with hidden mirth as she asked me, "Don't you want to live forever? You won't ever grow old, and we'll never have to be apart again." Her lips brushed my neck in a kiss that made me moan involuntarily. "I would hate to have to watch you grow old and die, while I stay ever the same," she pouted. I closed my eyes against that green stare, and tried to ignore her hips pressing against me, her lips at my throat. "No, go away...leave me alone. You aren't her, not anymore. Please, just leave me alone." I waited for her to do something, anything. After a long silence I felt her weight shift on top of me, and then she was gone. The last thing I heard was her voice. "I will go. I will watch you grow old, and you will regret your choice. In case you change your mind, I will see you again, once more. Don't forget about me, brother." I opened my eyes, but she was gone, my apartment door left half open.

I dreamed of that last encounter, wondering what would have happened if I had given in. But what I said was true: she wasn't, and could never take the place of, my real sister. My sister died that night in the graveyard.

We weren't supposed to be there, but she had insisted on going, and I wasn't about to let her go alone. She wandered away from me, exploring in the dark. I heard her screaming, but by the time I found her it was too late. She was laying on the ground next to the only angel statue in the graveyard, bleeding. I held her, crying, yelling for help, until she stopped breathing, and then just crying until the morning sunlight brought police and worried parents.

They wanted to know what happened. Told me that she had died from blunt trauma to the head, caused when she hit the statue. I told them what I could, but the marks on her neck were never explained. In a small town like ours, they didn't do autopsies unless they had to.

She showed up on my doorstep when I got my own apartment. Still wearing the red velvet dress she had been buried in, and still as beautiful and young as I remembered her, she told me that she loved me, and I let her in. I wanted to ask her questions, but she put one cold finger on my lips and told me I didn't want to know. Brown hair falling in her eyes, she asked me if I wanted her. When I wouldn't answer, she smiled at me with those sharp teeth of hers and pulled me onto the bed with her.

I saw her all the time afterwards, out of the corner of my eye, reflected in shop windows, in my rear-view mirror. Whenever I turned to look, she was never there.

Finally she showed up at my apartment again, asking if I had changed my mind. Did I want her? Did I want to be with her forever? She smiled as she stripped off her jeans and t-shirt and sprawled out across my bed. "Open your eyes, Jason. Look at me; see how beautiful I am.... Don't you want me?" She stretched, and then took me by the hand and pulled me down with her, on her. I gave in. She wasn't really my sister, this wasn't wrong. She was just another girl to grace my bed. I took her, and watched her writhing beneath me, the moans falling from her crimson lips. She was warm. It surprised me, how warm she was. She was warm inside too, and I tangled my fingers in her brown hair where it spread across my pillow, closing my eyes, meeting her lips with my own. Tried to pretend she was someone else, someone not my dead sister, but her eyes betrayed the reality. Again she asked me, "Don't you want to be with me forever?" and this time I already knew what my answer would be. I came as she whispered her love, and her teeth tore into my neck. Some time later, I realized I was wrong, and she /was/ still my sister inside. But I didn't care. She was mine now, always and forever mine.