The next day we had this extensive argument, like we usually do. However, somehow this discussion seemed divergent. Generally, she doesn’t talk much, but now it was like she was revealing to me all of her life’s problems, and connecting them with dad. It was so uncanny. I shrugged it off and went out.
That night my mother had to go to a funeral and left Emma and I alone. An inquisitive child, Emma came up to me and questioned, "What happened to daddy, John?"
"Daddy left, he’s dead. I don’t ever wanna see him again! He is gone! " I managed to wail out.
"Why?" she ventured to ask me.
"Because he hated us!"
"Your friend told me he went away in a forest or something. What?" Emma dared to ask me.
"You talk to my friends? Daddy ran after you, he saved you and I don’t know why he left. Now he is dead!" I screeched with my last breath.
"Daddy’s dead? How do you know?" She inquired.
"He just is." I said, but I really didn’t know. I just wanted him to be dead.
It was the first time I ever saw her face so aghast and full of knowledgeable questions. She then ran out of the house into the mid-fall chill.
"Where are you going?" I shouted out to the relentless winds, but she just kept running. "Fine go look for him, then." I said. I didn’t care. I just slammed the door and turned on the television and watched a movie.
When the movie was done I looked at the clock; my mother was due back in an hour. I looked outside the window and saw no one. So I walked out the front door to find Emma strolling out of the forbidden forest.
She looked fine, her face was still pale like it always has been, ever since she was born. Nevertheless, she did not have that ‘I know you’re lying to me’ face on. She just appeared with no abnormal bodily conditions.
Emma walked inside the door, out of the crispness, without a single word. I was just going to start screaming at her like a mother at her teenager who stayed out too late, when she spoke first.
"You’re right daddy is dead. Well, partially. He gave me a hug and a kiss. Daddy’s name is Canival," she finished. My brain was lost; I had too much anger to get out.
"Daddy is still-" I commenced, but she interrupted me.
"I got to go to bed now. Goodnight." Then she went upstairs, so swiftly and unostentatiously. I was so dazed that I did not elucidate, I just went to watch another movie, until my mother came home. When she did come home I did not tell her what had occurred earlier that unprecedented night.
About two weeks later, Emma and I both forgot about our sibling contention and Emma’s walk out. Everything was back to normal, well sort of, her eating inclinations reverted. Her daily visits for dinner were cut short. Emma would stay in her room for long periods of time. Her innocent girlish talks promptly ended. Basically things had commutated. Emma’s skin tone was becoming cadaverous and bloodless. Her eyes were becoming nebulous. Her overall attitude on life, friends and family began to transubstantiate. Everything seemed so negative to Emma. I noticed these alterations but frankly I did not care. I was watching Emma one morning, she ordinarily woke up bright and early to the gleaming sun and unlocked her blinds that covered a resplendent morning sky. In contrast, that daybreak and ever since, she seemed vulnerable to the burning rays of the sunlight.
Nearly two months following, I was in my room doing my wearisome homework when somebody walked into my sterile room and tapped on my shoulder. I rotated my body to see Emma with eyes black as a stormy night above, and gruesome bloodsucking teeth. She hissed and her vampire teeth elongated.
"Ahhhh," I screamed fearfully.
"Shh, Johnny. Come with me to see daddy", she said, as she breathed in my face. Her breath filled my nostrils. It left a stench of crimson blood and raw meat in my mouth.
"Daddy’s dead! I told you that!" I said trying to disregard her appearance.
"No, he is not dead. Dad comes in." Emma commanded, as a man that appeared familiar but he had Emma's fangs and complexion as she looked at him when he came into the room.
"Hi, John. It’s me, Canival daddy," the man said to me.
I was so startled that I nearly fainted. I did well at least I think I did. I woke up lying on damp, musky grass. I was in a condensed environment surrounded by trees and greenery. I was tired oh so very tired. I felt like all the nutrients were all drained out from my body. I attempted to open my eyes but only saw a pitch-black blur.
"John, Johnny, wake up you’ve got to wake up." I heard a faint voice that seemed to be Emma. I missed her so much. Why did I argue with her? I thought.
Why was I such a mean big brother to her? That is why she left, that is why she went to daddy. I reflected to myself. I finally woke out of my dormancy to see a clan of people that looked like vampires.
"No, John, I didn’t leave because you were mean to me. I left because I heard daddy call me." Emma responded to my thoughts. I know for sure that I did not say that out loud. She must of read my aura, I thought.
"You humans are so weak, so woundable, so helpless." Canival said with a grin on his anaemic face.
"I am staying with daddy, John. Please tell mom I love her and that I am safe with daddy. We have to move. We are not safe around humans and you’re not safe around us." Emma said.
"What? Why?" I started.
"Your old man is an one hundred year old vampire. At birth Emma got my genetics and you didn’t. For a few days you may have cravings to either cut yourself and/or to drink blood. Try your best to stop. Your mother knows what I am that’s why I left because I didn’t want to hurt you guys. I never knew that Emma had a part of me until now. We’ve got to go." Canival informed me. The group turned and left with my little sister, Emma.
I walked out of the vexed forest to my home and up to my room. As I entered my room, I found a note on my bed. I opened it and it read:
My dear Big Brother,
Don’t be afraid to not be cool. Tell mommy that I love her
And that I went with dad. I’m one of him. Help mom for me, please. I have to go. Always remember to love kids, because you are one too.
Love Always,
Emma
P.S. don’t tell anyone but mom is having a baby! Shh
I truly love my sister. I should have showed her that and I regret that I didn’t. The fact that she was a vampire terrified me; I had been living with a vampire for ten years and did not know anything about it.