Chapter 3I found my sister downstairs making breakfast.
“How’d you sleep?” she inquired as she eyed my mused up blonde hair and red eyes.
“Fantastic.” I muttered.
“Doubt it. I heard you shuffling in your bed last night. You had that dream again didn’t you?”She said knowingly.
“No, I didn’t!”
“Then why do you have that guilty look on your face again?”
“Of course I have a guilty look on my face! I almost killed you… again, Maya!”
Maya rolled her eyes as she slid the omelet onto a plate with a spatula.“For the last time Emma, you’ll never hurt me! It was just a stupid dream! Why don’t you trust yourself? I told you, you’re different from the others!”
“How do you know that I’m not exactly like them? I can kill as harshly as they can, I can drink anybody’s blood without second guessing myself, can’t I? Shouldn’t I be living with them- all locked up, where they can’t hurt anybody?”
“No Emma!” She slammed the spatula down onto the table. “You are so much different than them! You still don’t get it do you? You have a heart, unlike them! You have a soul, they don’t!”