It's been quite a while since we last talked. Things have changed between us and it's like there's no trace of the friendship left. I sit here, staring at her, watching her from afar. She's sitting a few tables away from where I am in this school cafeteria. I don't think she notices that I'm looking. She's too caught up in a conversation with some of her friends. That's good I guess.


I sigh and quickly turn my gaze to the notebook laid out in front of me. She's here again, my dear sister. She hates it when I look at her, the one with the long wavy hair and purple eyes that sparkle like the stars. My sister's always been protective of me. She doesn't want to catch me staring at that girl. She's a bit older than me, but that doesn't really make a difference. Dad said we wouldn't age after we turn eighteen. Mom said something similar as well.

"Hey, Cyan. What're you up to?"

I feel her arms wrap around my neck from behind as soon as reaches me. They seem frail because they're soft and smooth, but in reality, they can crush you without you realizing it and when you do, it's too late. It must be the vampiric blood in her veins that gives her so much strength and power. And at the same time, it must be the angelic blood that makes it look so elegant, so graceful, so unimaginably beautiful when she fights. And like her, I have the blood of both an angel and a vampire in me.

"Oh, Xae. Well, nothing much is going on, really. I'm just trying to finish this song for the past quarter of an hour. Somehow, I can't finish it," I reply. She merely smiles and takes the notebook and starts to read aloud what was already written.

"There must be a reason for this feeling inside me. I'm hurting and I don't know why, but somehow it points to you. You've killed me a dozen times, aren't you tired of the macabre acts? I'm sick of bleeding all my pain for you while you can't give me anything. You never gave me anything, not one single shit. Every time you look at me, my world starts to crumble. My life slowly fades away, and I fall and break into pieces…" She stops reading, not bothering to read another line or word. She looks at me sternly, with that ever-knowing look on her face.

"What's this?" she says. There was a hint of annoyance in her voice. She spoke through gritted teeth. I winced at this. 'How stupid can I be? It's obvious who that song was for!' I scold myself inwardly. Her fingers tap impatiently on the wooden table as she waits for my reply.

"Tell me what this is, Cipher Lucian!" she scolded, glaring at me. I winced, and tried to figure out a quick reply before she gets really suspicious.

"I… It's nothing, sis." It was an obvious lie. How pathetic was that? VERY. She glares at me, obviously wanting the truth. Finally, I give up and I tell her. I can never win against my sister. One look from Azia Xatine can make anyone tell everything about anything. Her eyes are like a truth serum, only you don't have to take it in. Once glance. That's all it takes. And BOOM! you spill your guts.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to bother with her anymore? She's some self-centered, zombie-acting, frog-faced bitch! How many times does she have to hurt you for you to give up on her?"

I sigh again. I know what she's saying is true. This girl really has hurt me a lot of times. Too many times to even remember, and even more so, to mention. But somehow, I can never get over her. Even though I want to.

Dea Lavern. She's a goddess, but she also has within her the blood of a vampire, the same vampiric blood that is coursing through my sister's veins and my own. Yes, she is our half-sister. She is older than us both, but like us, she will not pass the age of eighteen. My father had made a mistake with her mother. He fell in love with her mother the same way I am falling for her now. It's sad. History is repeating itself.

"Are you planning on talking? You're always out of it these days. Snap out of it, will you?" Xae was obviously very pissed off. I finally stopped thinking about Dea and turned my attention to my sister.

"I'm sorry, Xae. I just… Never mind. Let's not talk about it. Come on, let's just go home," I say, trying to take her mind off the previous subject. I take her hand and we walk out of the cafeteria.