THE Sacrifice or was it?Mature



Anya fought the urge to slam her fists through the wall. Their “discussion” was really getting out of hand.


“But why?! I have the power to keep us hidden! We can live normally and we will be together forever!”






“Let us stop this Ana! Are you out of your mind? Do you think it’s easy to be a vampire? Do you think I’d be glad to share with you this cursed blood that I have?”


“I know that it is not easy! I know everything! Every consequence, every hardship, EVERYTHING! And I don’t care!”


And with those words, everything stopped. As if the ominous aura coming from Anya was choking the very breathe out of every living thing around. And in a flash, Anastasia saw herself pinned on the wall and staring back at Anya’s swirling black orbs.


“You don’t know anything!”


Anastasia closed her eyes as Anya’s fist made contact with the wall. She shattered it effortlessly.


“Do you know how hard it is to fight off the hunger? Do you know how hard it is to keep yourself sane each day and fight off the blood thirsty monster in you? Do you know how heart shattering it to see yourself kill another life and yet not be able to do anything about it? Do you know how petrifying it is to watch the people you love die in front of you? Do you know how heart wrenching it is to know that no matter what happens, in the end, they would all leave you? DO YOU KNOW? You can say that I have brought it upon myself for always finding human friends to interact with, to spend my time with. But what can I do? There is just something in them that draws me closer. Maybe it’s their immediateness in doing things or the happiness, enjoyment, and thankfulness that you see in their eyes. Or maybe it’s both. Or maybe it’s everything about them! While my kind lazes around and takes each day for granted knowing that they have all the time in the world, while my kind pretends to not care while actually dreading another unoriginal day to come, your kind takes the pleasantness around them and adores each day, grateful for yet another chance to live, to breathe. Now, can you blame me? Can you blame me for favouring your kind over my kind? For viewing immortality as a curse and for choosing to live with humans? For not wanting to pass this curse on you? For wanting to become human?”


And with those words, two silver drops flowed down Anya’s cheeks, the swirling in her black orbs subsided and she ran to the window and jumped out.


I’m sorry Ana. I would never let anyone else experience this curse. Not if I can help it.

The End

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