The Echidna Tale/Vampire Emily/Kill July
From Create Your Own Story
You smiled at your reflection.
You wouldn't need your little sister anymore, you wouldn't need anyone from your old life. It'd be a time for a new beginning. And you should start off by getting rid of your family. Death is the only thing they truly deserved, anyway.
Sneaking back under your covers, you pretended to be dead as she knocked on the door, and finally came in.
"...Sister...?" she asked, with a tearful voice as she came closer to you. "Are you... are you dead?". Almost choking with tears, she came beside you to see if you were still breathing.
You opened your eyes and she jumped in shock. "I'm alright, July."
"Don't scare me like that!" she says, bursting in tears. "It looked like you weren't breathing, and I..."
"Sshhh." you interrupt her. "I've got something to tell you, come closer..."
She wipes her tears and brings her head closer. As she does so, you take a firm grip of her body and bite down, tasting blood for the first time in your unlife. It was sweeter, saltier, spicier, more flavourful than anything you'd ever tasted. You almost succumb to the blood lust completely, but manage to pull your head from her neck after a while. She was crying again, her eyes glazed over in a mixture of horror, pain and rapture.
You violently pull her towards you, force her to sit on your bed. You stare at her, your red eyes full of hatred and spite and start telling her how much you hate her. You tell her what a little tramp she was, how selfish it was of her to live so freely and happily and without constraints. Your every word strikes her like a hammer, and unable to pull her face away from you, she cries deeply and bitterly, apologizing to you again and again. Something about this amuses you, and you burst into laughter, eventually slapping her face hard. Her eyes were full of fear now. You felt good, being something that was feared instead of pitied.
"Well, July, there is one way you can atone. One way to make me forgive you." you said with venomous voice.
"What is it... how can I atone...?" she asked, horror and sorrow exposed on her face.
Playing with her pigtails, looking into her blue eyes, you respond. "You'll simply have to give your life to me. Die for me, little sister."
Tears were running on her cheeks as she begged for forgiveness, but you'd give her none. Words didn't matter to you. Forcing her jaw open, you gave her a deep kiss and bit her tongue off. Her muffled scream turned into a whimper as she was beginning to enjoy the pain. You drank deeply, enjoying her tiny life being slowly exhausted like a flickering candle flame. She died in a rapture, with tears still on her cheeks. Kissing them off, you placed her under the blanked, to the bed where you had been stuck for so long.
