Alex, her twin Alice and her older brother Scorpius are vampires who were happily living in Scranton, PA until a severe illness struck nearly all of the vampires on the East Coast. Now Alice has caught the disease and Scorpius begins showing signs of the illness as well.
I ran down the riverbank, looking for Scorpius. I ran as fast as I could. He was supposedly just in the forest looking for a human or two. I ran so fast that if I looked to my left or my right, all I would see was a massive blur of blue and green. I was nearly there.
I stopped just outside of the forest and raised my head in the air, eyes closed, taking in the smell. My eyes flickered open as soon as I'd found where Scorpius' scent was coming from and immediatly took off in that direction.
After a few secconds of running, I spotted him. I weaved in and out of the trees as fast as I could. I was nearly a quarter of a mile away.
"Scorpius!" I screamed.
His head flicked over in my direction so fast that if he had been human, it would've broken his neck.
"Alex?" he called and ran to me like a rocket.
In a matter of secconds he was standing in front of me.
"It's Alice," I panted. "I think she's sick."
"I hope it's not the -- "
"I don't know. She's been coughing up blood."
"Human blood or her own blood?" Human blood (as you may know) is deep red, but vampire blood is lavender in colour.
"Both," I said. "Come on, she may have gotten worse."
We both took off toward our home. We built it ourselves. But it looked far nicer than any human home. It was modern and airy, and generally just a comfortable place to be.
We ran upstairs to the bedroom Alice and I shared. She laid on her bed, coughing and occasionally twitching her limbs. Alex could almost feel her twin's pain.
"Thought . . . you'd ne'ur . . . come buck," slurred Alice.
"Of course we were coming back," I said reassuringly.
Scorpius leaned over her. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shi-it . . . merrun," mumbled Alice.
"How's her temperature?" I asked. Scorpius gently placed his hand over her forehead.
Alice coughed up a purpleish-reddish liquid.
"I see what you meant when you said she was coughing up her own blood along with some human . . . " said Scorpius.
"M-yy thrut hurtss," whispered Alice hoarsely.
Scorpius and I looked at eachother. That was what others who had the illness had been reporting. Sore throat, coughing up mingled human and vampire blood, slurred speach . . . all that was left was --
Alice leaned over the side of her bed and started wretching and coughing. Blood spilled all over the floor. This time it was just human blood. Scorpius ran across the room and grabbed a bucket. He placed it under Alice's chin.
"Damn," said Scorpius.
"Sirrey 'bout the -- " Alice wrtched and threw up some more. "Blu-" She coughed up more blood. "Blood."
"It's okay. I'm not that concerned about mopping up some bloody puke," said Scorpius. He turned to me. "I think she has it."
I almost cried.
"No . . . " I muttered. "She can't -- Are you sure? Maybe she's just got -- Oh God no -- No, no, no . . . no . . . " I kept nodding my head 'no,' thinking that maybe if I kept saying that it wasn't it then it really wouldn't be it.
With one final wretch, Alice rolled over onto her back and fell asleep. That was it. There was no more denying it. In a few weeks, Alice would be dead.