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Title: My Other Half Chapter 2

AN: the only reason chapter 2 was up so fast after chapter 1 was because I'd mostly started with this one first then wrote the prologue. Hopefully it won't take too long for chapter 3 to be up. Please review, anonymous review accepted: good AND bad. Rate if you're feeling generous...it only takes a second...literally.

[Myra P.O.V]

***The Present***

We were twins at one time, Olli and me. I'm not sure if being an undead vampire counts as still being a twin considering that my other half is still alive and human and is currently 39. I went missing because I had been turned into a vampire and was forced away by the one whom I was forced to call master. Richard (my master) had claimed he wanted something that only I could give to him; complete loyalty.

There was only one person I gave complete loyalty to without so much as a second thought when I was alive: my twin brother Oliver. No matter what the question, favor or secret he asked of me I gave it to him. And he reciprocated the kindness. But Richard didn't want Oliver because of what he told me: he wanted a loyal wife that wouldn't have any distractions. He�fd had problems in the beginning with me because my brother was my world and I wasn't allowed to see him ever again but over time the pain lessened and I learned to love Richard, just like he'd said I would.

Richard was not the nicest vampire; if anything he was the meanest and most evil as well as feared I'd ever come across but he never hurt me. He was never impolite to me but he did show me discipline when I tried to run away the one time. He merely humiliated me to teach me a lesson. I won't go into detail about that. But like I said, I learned to love him as he learned to love me in the two years he'd been watching me.

Unfortunately the pain of losing my brother still remained and Richard noticed this because just yesterday he let me go: he gave me the choice to leave him. As it turns out he loves me too much to continue to watch me suffer as I've done. I didn't leave him though. I told him that I loved him too much to go away but the bond between Olli and me was too great to brush away with time, even after the part he played that was just mean the last time I saw him. So Richard gave me the greatest gift he could possibly give. "Myra," he'd whispered in my ear after we'd made love last night, �"I want you to be happy with me. I know I don't show my tender side as much as you wish, but you know I love you right?"

I had looked at his hands as I played with them. They remained just as soft and delicate as the day he'd changed me. "You love me when you can. I know I can't ask you to change how you naturally are but when you show this side of yourself I remember that you do. Why do you ask?"

Taking his hands back and lifting my face to his he brought my eyes to meet his. "You chose to stay with me even though I offered you complete freedom. It would have killed me had you left."

I looked into his bright blue eyes that held so much love. The appearance he gave off was that of an angel; a far cry from his usual appearance of the devil-like creature he was when we weren't in the private chambers of our bedroom, or when we were simply alone. �"Then why offer?"

His angelic smile appeared. �"Because I love you. But since you let me live and are staying with me I'm going to make sure you are completely happy from now on, even if I don't do it personally. I'm giving you your brother..."

***

And that's how I ended up in a club right now, watching my brother from afar. Wow. He's 39 now and he hardly looks his age. He looks younger than 39. I can see he's drinking with Till. Looks like their friendship made it after all these years. But the other guy he's also drinking with, he looks a little familiar but I can't figure out why. Till still looks handsome even for a guy that looks like he's been through hell and Olli, he looks like our dad once did before he died. Poor dad; Richard told me he passed away but I didn't take it well so he buried the memory in my mind. He must have not wanted to upset me. Mom ended up in the mental hospital a few years back from the trauma of losing me and dad. She hasn't spoken a word since, according to hospital records.

I looked at the other guy that was next to Olli and Till and saw him staring at me, his beer bottle at his lips but not drinking the amber liquid. If I were human my eyesight wouldn't notice that his throat was not moving to swallow the liquid. His piercing blue eyes penetrated mine and suddenly I was gripped with an unexplainable fear. Something about the way he was staring at me was as if he knew me without so much as having to ask me a million questions. As if he was going into some sort of shock. I broke eye contact. What was wrong? Why do I feel threatened by a mortal?

When I looked up again at my brothers table moments later the stranger was missing but Till and Olli didn't seem to be bothered with his absence; maybe he'd just gone to get a new drink or something. Oliver drew my attention again by getting up and playing with an imaginary bass; I wonder if he still plays a real one. By the way his fingers were moving I could tell it wasn't an air guitar. He was always so funny! Even now, in public, he was pulling his goofy side out. Apparently he said something amusing because Till's booming laughter filled the air. I was so distracted that I didn't notice someone sit next to me.

By the time Olli sat down a subtle cough right next to me made me jump. There was the stranger who made me feel threatened. He had a strange look on his face as if I were a puzzle he needed to solve. �"I'm sorry miss, but aren't you a little young to be in here?" the stranger asked me. Something about his voice stroked my mind like a feather upon the skin, an almost faint feeling, bringing a sense of familiarity with it.

I smiled sweetly at him; no point in telling him my real age so a little white lie to this stranger won't hurt. "Research paper for English class: the drunker men tend to be the less wise choices they make." My smile faded as I remembered that I looked younger than what I was. I had to watch what I said to him or I could get in trouble. �"And I'm older than you think, Mr. Wiseguy," I added using the nickname I'd used my whole existence to someone who annoyed me. Polite but impolite is my motto: be polite by addressing them as�"Mr." or�"Mrs." Or even�"Miss," because that was my line.

I saw him gasp lightly as he cross-examined me further, searching my face for answers that he sought. My body stiffened as he continued to stare me down. That fear I had of him has returned and now it's making my undead heart beat faster. The next thing he said made me want to run for the hills. �"Myra Riedel, twin sister to Oliver Riedel. Has been missing for 20 years, assumed kidnapped or murdered because she was never found. Went to Raven High School and was considered one of the top students and for that she was picked on by a lot of the students. Sometimes even by her brothers friends though some claimed they only teased while others said that she was too much of a nerd. Her favorite food is pepperoni pizza with a mountain dew and her favorite pastime besides hanging out with her brother was to read a good horror novel."

I couldn't breathe, move or even think. Who the hell did this guy think he was? He can't just come up to someone and start saying things about someone else. The only real problem I had with him saying these things was that he was telling me to my face my own information. �"Should I know her?" I asked, playing stupid. Right now I wish I had Richard's power to read minds.

It didn't work though. He wasn't fooled at all by the look of triumph in his eyes. �"You should, considering she's you, Myra," he said gently. He placed his large hands over mine and stared me in the eyes. I didn't notice how his body temperature matched mine or that his skin was almost as pale. Those blue orbs consumed me for a second until Richard's blue eyes came to mind.

Quickly I jerked my hands away from his as I sensed Richard's eyes watching me through my mind. Richard is the jealous type and it's both sweet because he cares and scary because his temper is just plain mean. I looked around for a second, making sure that Richard was not around and also scanning for Olli. I found him on the dance floor with a pretty brunette who looked like she wanted to eat him up. Ew. That's my brother bitch. I forced my eyes back to the stranger who somehow knew me. �"How do you know me? I'm only offended that you know so much about me yet I know nothing about you. How did you know who I was?"

His eyebrows knitted together as if he was confused and hurt at the same time. "So it is you. You haven't changed at all. You...honestly don't recognize me? Not even a little? The last thing you said to me was�'I don't want ANYTHING to do with you'. But I guess that's why you don't."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, whoever you are, but 20 years of the life I was forced into has distracted me. But for some illogical reason I have a sense of unease around you so I must have known you from before. Unfortunately I must press upon you this: if you so much as mention seeing me I will kill you. I'm not the same girl I was 20 years ago. Now for the last time, who are you and how did you know it was me?"

I stared at his face, trying to remember this guy. Hopefully my memory will come back now that I'm talking to him. "It's me...Christoph. I'm Christoph, or as you always referred to me as Mr. Wiseguy." Still I didn't remember who he was.

Richard had said not to long ago that the reason I don't remember some of my human life was because he'd blocked some of the memories, particularly the bad ones. Sometimes I wondered just how bad they could have been if he had taken the time to block them.�"I call everyone I don't know and who irritates me by that name. What makes you any different?"

"Because I was the first one you called that because I picked on you every day of your life teasing you about your books and grades and even said more horrible things. Especially the last thing I said to you all those years ago. You threw shoes at me for it, remember?"

It felt as if I were hit by lightning. Memories that Richard had blocked from me to forget came back like a jolt of lightning and a slap in the face. Now I remembered how bad they were. Suddenly Christoph�fs face was everywhere in my head, only twenty years younger and pure jackass. I remembered how mean he was to me; how he teased me to no end and called me hurtful names whenever he saw me. Every chance he got he took the time to be rude. It got so bad that eventually that I started to hang out with Olli less just to avoid Christoph. I didn't understand why Olli was still friends with him even after he knew that Christoph was mean to me. Olli said he couldn't tell me why he was still friends with him and it hurt that he kept this one secret from me because I knew he was hiding something. I remember throwing his gift to me back at his face because of what he'd said.

"Myra, are you ok?" he asked me, bringing me back to the present. His hand was placed upon my face and it was now that I noticed the temperature and color of his skin. Just like me, he was a vampire.

"You're dead." I didn't mean for it to sound so blunt like it did but I was shocked. To face the mortal bully of my human life is one thing; to know he�fs a blood sucking being exactly like me is another. And remembering my fear, I realize how irrational it is, now that I'm the stronger of the two of us.

A smirk planted itself right on his face.�"Only as dead as you are. Glad to see you've finally noticed. And I thought you'd catch on faster than that, after all those vampire novels you used to read."

"But you've changed since the last time I saw you," I said, astounded by his appearance. Clearly he was not the boy I once knew. So far he hasn�ft made an attempt to draw out my anger. That and he grew his hair out as he got older. What made him grow his hair out?

"I only died last year, hence why I'm an older man now where as now I understand what happened to you. You were turned at the age of 19 so you still look like a teenager. You wouldn't believe how much sun block I've bought in the last year just to go about my normal life." Now I was the one to start the examining. He'd grown up so much in the past 20 years that I almost didn't recognize him unless I looked hard enough. This man was the boy who bullied me into most of my solitude. If it weren't for him I'd probably have had more time with my brother. Maybe Richard would have never gotten to me, as illogical as that is. "You haven't changed at all. So now I know what you've become but how did you get this way? Why didn't you come back?"

To tell him, to not to tell him: that is the question. �"Richard wouldn't let me. He said I was his and that I wasn't allowed to return to my old life." Well don't I make my husband sound like a jackass? How nice of me. Wait...I'm having a weird and slightly creepy realization: Doom was a jackass and my husband CAN be a jackass...Am I attracted to mean people???

"Who's Richard?" he growled. The look on his face told me that he was angry now. I wonder why. It's none of his business but I'll tell him anyway. For once I'd like to be the one pissing him off, if only a little and not knowing what exact reason does it.

"He's my master. He made me." So true. No need to bring up that he's my husband at this moment, its not his business what goes on behind closed doors.

"And he told you that you couldn't return home did he? HE HAD NO RIGHT!" His fist slammed into the table we were at but the music drowned it out. No one was paying attention to us. Very different from when we were in school together.

I tilted my head to the side in confusion. I hadn't expected this type of reaction from him of all people. "I don't understand Christoph. He had every right to keep me. If he didn't I could have been off to a bad start and probably have died of starvation or become a blood thirsty monster. And besides, I love him." Now I'm making him sound like a saint? Boy, I sound like I'm the one that's bipolar instead of Richard.

"Love him? Why? He stole you from your family and friends! He took you away from your brother." True...

"It's none of your business...but, there's a part of him that only I get to see once in a while. And that part of him loves me more than anyone ever did, except maybe Olli. But it looks like Olli moved on...I waited 20 years to be with my brother gain only to realize just now that he probably doesn't want me to come back into his life. He's probably better off without his dead sister ruining his life..." Again my eyes looked at my brother. He was still dancing with the same girl only I think he was attempting to do The Robot. He looked happy.

I can't ruin my brother's life by coming back into it. I always did want the best for him. "I shouldn't have come."

Quickly I stood and left without so much as a goodbye to Christoph. He didn't need me to ruin his life as well. At least he could watch over Olli for me since they're still good friends from the looks of it. I just wish I could have said hi to him and Till one last time.

It wasn't until I was a block away from the club that I noticed I was being followed. I had a pretty good feeling who it was: he probably wanted to insult me one last time before I disappear forever. Maybe he was still a jackass after all these years. Well I'm not in the mood for it. I've learned to stop taking shit from people. "Go away Christoph, pretend I never came back. Pretend Myra Riedel is dead and buried six feet under."

"Myra...?" said a voice I haven't heard in 20 years. A voice I had been dying to hear.

I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around to come face to face with my twin brother. His bright green eyes filled with shock and joy. I think mine matched. �"Hello Oliver," I whispered.

Not two seconds later was I being squished in his embrace. He was sobbing violently and since I was shorter he was hunched over. After all these years I still feel like I'm tiny compared to him. It's times like these that I wonder if I was adopted. "You're alive! I knew you were alive, I knew it! All these years and now you're home! Damn you're cold." He pulled away from me to get a good look, his hands rubbing his arms for warmth. When his eyes glazed over me I saw the worried look he had. Time for me to explain. "You haven't changed. Please don't tell me I'm hallucinating again and that Christoph was lying to me. He said you were at the club and I saw you walk out. Myra please tell me you're real." He seemed frantic. I'mm positive that my earlier assumption of him not wanting me is wrong.

"I'm real. But I'm not alive either. I'm dead Olli."

"Dead? Like Doom?" he asked as if he was already in on the secret. I'm going to have to have a talk with Christoph about keeping the damned secret eventually. Dumbass never could keep that mouth of his shut for long. More unpleasant memories came back but I ignored them for now.

I raised my eyebrows in accusation. �"So you know what he is. You do know that you could be killed if others know that you know that vampires exist, right?"

He simply shrugged. "I know. But why would I tell anyone? I help him keep his life normal. So does Till."

"I've noticed that you and Till are still friends. How'd that happen? Last I knew you guys said you weren't speaking and he only invited you to his birthday at the movies because I said it was nice if he did." I find it funny how Till was only nice to Olli on his birthday because I'd been teaching him that being rude results in Myra's tutoring hours being cut.

"20 years is a long time Myra. When you disappeared he and I got closer again. He was just as depressed as I was. Doom too." That I had to laugh at. Doom? Miss me? Ridiculous. "Why are you laughing?" he asked amazed by reaction. Well he shouldn't be amazed.

"Olli, wake up and smell the dead: he hated me. Doom was mean and cruel to me for six years and almost drove us apart. I'm surprised I was still afraid of him even when I didn't have a clue who he was. And to think, I was actually afraid that he'd actually hurt me emotionally again. Frankly I think the only reason the guy would miss me is because he couldn't pick on me if I wasn't around." Before I got done with my rant I felt the air move behind me.

No Richard, not now! He's not ready. "Ah, Oliver." He placed a hand on my shoulder and used the other to turn my face and make me kiss him. Not that I was complaining or anything, this was Nice Richard kissing me, I just don't think now is the time for PDA. Taking his lips from mine he replied, "Myra, look, he seems to understand the vampire rules. Why not turn him now?" Richard asked eagerly. He was dying to go back home with me all happy and with a brother he could call his own. I kind of put the thought in his head that technically Olli was his brother-in-law since we'd gotten married.

Unfortunately he doesn't know how to listen to me sometimes. I told him I needed to do this on my own. "Richard, please go. He's not ready. You're only going to make things worse."

Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut because now he looks mad. Mad Richard equals unpleasant sleeping partner. He talks in his sleep when he's mad. "You don't tell me what do Myra. I make the rules. And there is no reason you should wait. He's here, we're here, let's get this over with so we may return home." Knew he wanted to go home. His tone doesn't bother me like it used to at first though.

"Excuse me, who the hell are you?" Olli, always the quiet one, yelled. "You have no right to tell my sister off like that." Bless his heart, he still cares about me.

Richard turned his glare hard on him. Oh dear.�"I�fm Richard, your sister's husband. And I don't like your tone towards me," his voice dripped with venom as he started to walk towards Olli. Great, Richard, great. Go tell on me for not mentioning that we're married.

I had to act fast: if I didn't there was a very good chance that Olli would die. No one raises their voice to Richard�cexcept me and I don't like raising my voice often. Quickly I grabbed his hand and he stared at me as if I were challenging him. "Richard please, you promised he was mine and that you wouldn't harm him."

As if he had a light switch to his emotions he seemed to calm down. If there was one thing that really pissed Richard off it was when he broke a promise to me. The only time he did it I didn't speak to him for weeks and I attempted to starve myself to death. If I was going to be an obedient wife to him the least he could do was keep his promises. Lets just say I almost did die permanently and Richard swore never to break another promise after that. I know he'll never admit it but I know he worries for me more than he lets on; I am his wife after all. I've learned to love him even when he took everything I knew away from me. I learned to give my heart to a tyrant because I was allowed to experience the good in him. No one ever gave him the chance like I did for love. Fear and greed do not make good lovers.

His blue eyes drove straight through me and clenched around my heart. He deserved to be loved and I was glad he chose me to love him. "How could I hurt him? He's your brother. You're right too, I might make things worse. Promise to be quick darling. I wish for us to go on that vacation I promised you." Ah, so he's in a hurry to get away from the stupid minions of his. I should have guessed that.

"I'll try Richard. But he may not want to come with me. How long are you giving me?" I needed to play a little bit into his dominating male role, if to boost his ego just a little. I don't want him moody.

"Remember, I don't own you anymore. Take your time but remember that every second I'm apart from you that my heart burns more." What a romantic.

Now that's a way to a woman's heart. I couldn't resist those lips of his any longer so I kissed him passionately. He responded equally to my advances and pushed his tongue inside my mouth and made it dance with mine.

The both of us were so caught up in our kiss that we'd forgotten about my brother. "Uh, ok Myra, can we stop and rewind what just happened?�h

I broke away from my husband and looked at my brother only to find that now he was flanked by both a shocked Till and a very upset Christoph. "Sorry about that Olli. When he gets me going I can't stop." Oh how true that is. No, don't think dirty! Not now.

Olli looked like he wanted to barf. "Too much info sis, way too much. And I wasn't talking about that. I was referring to the fact that you guys were talking about me. What are you two talking about?"

Three seconds later I ended up in Till's huge arms and a possible death grip, if I wasn't already dead. "Myra! You're still so small!" Oh boy, I forgot that Till made me his hugging toy when we were in high school. How am I going to get out of one of these?

"And you're huge Till," I replied. The sound of Richard growling forced my attention back to the situation. "Till, please put me down. I need to have a private conversation with Olli." Groaning in disappointment, he surprisingly put me down.

I didn't expect the reaction Christoph gave. He sounded pissed too. "Why? Because Richard said so?" What the hell was his problem? Was he on a man period or something?

Instantly Richard was on him and grasping his throat while cutting off Dooms airway. "Never speak to my wife in that tone of voice again you ignorant new born. I should kill for not only speaking to her like that but for the pain you caused her!" This is bad. Richard really mad is very, very bad.

"You took her away from her friends and family! That is cruel! My only crime was being an ignorant teenage male at the time!" For a moment I actually agreed with him.

This was getting out of hand. I need to stop this before Richard kills someone. Quickly I put myself between Richard and Doom, separating the two. "Don't you dare kill each other. Richard, it was a long time ago and I'm pretty sure that he's got the common sense to know that I can hurt him myself if he steps out of line. And you Doom, don't you start accusing him of things he's done when you did plenty of cruel things yourself to me." I forced them apart and found my way into my master/husband's arms.

My gaze met Olli's and I saw the look of disbelief as I willingly went back to Richard. "Olli, I'm sorry I ruined your life by coming back into it. I was selfish and only thought about having my brother back without thinking about your own life. Just forget about me and I'll never bother you again. Promise."

As I took Richard's hand and started to lead him away Olli's footsteps were heard as well as his voice. "Myra Riedel get your ass back over here now! Don't you walk away from me!!! Richard, you bring my sister back here now!" I'm half surprised that Till isn't following him and demanding the same thing if he missed me so much. Why do I smell dog on me now?

Quickly I was stopped by my husband and I looked him in the eyes. Bright blue crystals stared into my soul with confusion. "Myra, you waited 20 years to be reunited with him again. What the hell are you doing?"

"He deserves better than his dead sister ruining his life Richard. He doesn't want what we have as a life."

"How would you know? You know what, no. I'm not letting you do this." Before I could even yell for him to stop I heard my brother scream. Turning quickly my eyes witnessed my husband drinking the life from my twin. From the corner of my eye I saw that Christoph and Till were missing and by the smell of things they'd taken off right after my attempt to leave. I didn't have time to wonder why.

Moving as fast as I could I attempted to pull Richard off Olli but didn't succeed. He is a lot stronger than me. Richard's hand muffled Olli's screams of pain and my heart broke as I watched. "Richard stop! Please stop. You're killing him!"

Ten seconds later he let Olli go but now he'd cut his hand and forced his infected blood into my brother's mouth like he did to me many years ago. It was too late now. Olli had no choice but to be one of us. Richard looked at me with a crazed look in his now blood red eyes. The taste of Olli�fs blood had changed them from the beautiful blue to this demonic red. "That�fs the point, my love. Now he's one of us. You get your brother and I get to see that you remain happy. I do this because I love you, so please don't be mad." He always says he does things because he loves me. Grr.

"I would have wanted him to have a choice Richard. NOT be forced."

"Oh darling, don't fret. I'm sure he would have chosen to make you happy anyway. His pain will only be temporary and then he'll get to be with his sister again, whom he'd lost, for all eternity. I'll even be nice to him and treat him good as long as you're happy."

"That's not the point!" I argued.

"Yes it is. You deserve happiness and I will give it to you. You are so wonderful to me that I know I don't deserve you so I will do everything that you want in the name of your happiness. It's too late for him anyway. Now that the virus has touched his blood and vital organs he'll be one of us in a few hours." The selfish side of me was happy beyond being simply happy but my unselfish side was horrified. I'd doomed my brother to immortality as a blood drinker.

Richard looked proud right now. He thinks that by giving me my selfish desire that I am grateful but I'm not. I would have liked to give Olli the chance to tell me 'no' and even if it broke my heart I knew I would have made the right choice. Now I must suffer the consequences that my dearest Richard has caused. "Richard, he'll hate me forever," I whispered.

"No he won't," he sighed.

"Yes he will. I know my brother."

He left Olli on the ground and took me into his arms. It's amazing how I learned to love him and yet despise his actions. Tilting my face towards his he stole a chaste kiss and held my head to his strong chest once more. I felt momentarily at peace whenever he held me like this. "I promise that he will not hate you."

Closing my eyes I fought the urge to laugh. Now he'd have to keep that promise or face HIS consequences. "Then you make sure that what he tells me is sincere when he wakes up because if he either hates me or lies about hating me then I will take my life right before your very eyes Richard. Even you won't be able to keep me from that fate. After all, you just made me a promise and you know I HATE your broken promises...unless you don't remember the first and last time you broke one..." I trailed off, letting his mind remember when I almost did take my undead life.

***

[Olli's POV]

I must have been dreaming. First I dreamed about going to the club with Till and Doom and I'd danced with some girls. I had a lot to drink too. Then right in the middle of watching the girl bounce her ass up and down in front of my crotch Doom came up to me and gave me the best news ever: my sister was alive and right there in the club with us, but if I didn't hurry and find her I may never get to see her again. As if I'd pass that up.

Instantly, as if my body already knew how to find her, my eyes landed on the door and low and behold I saw my sister walking out. My sister: my twin sister was alive. She hadn't changed at all in the past 20 years of separation. Then she walked out. I knew I had to chase after her before she walked out of my life forever. When I got outside my sister was already a half a block away. Quickly I ran as fast as I could to catch up to her. My heart was pounding from excitement. Here she was, alive and well. It didn't occur to me that it was strange that she looked the same as she did when I last saw her. Then she spoke in that voice I'd been desperate to hear for many years. "Go away Christoph, pretend I never came back. Pretend Myra Riedel is dead and buried six feet under."

I didn't know what possessed my brain to make her say Christoph's name in the dream but nonetheless it was good to hear her speak. Maybe it's the fact that Doom was in love with Myra when we were teens and he swore me and Till to secrecy about it. After I called out to her the rest of my dream is kind of fuzzy. I only remember that some guy with dark hair and blue eyes named Richard was there and he kept kissing Myra. Ewe. That's my sister dude. What a sick dream. I don't need to imagine Myra swapping spit with ANYONE. No PDA for her, thank you very much.

Opening my eyes when I finally felt strong enough I noticed that I wasn't in my apartment that I share with the guys. Maybe I'd gotten drunk with that girl from my dream and gone home with her? But I knew that wasn't the case. How did I know? Because as soon as I sat up Richard, the guy from my dream, was sitting in an expensive looking chair staring at me, looking as if he wanted something. Oh god, please don't tell me I went home with a gay guy! Then he spoke in a calm voice that had the effect to even calm my nerves just a little bit. "Glad to see that you're awake, Oliver."

"Please don't tell me that we slept together dude! I'm not gay!" I practically shouted that at him. Maybe I could have been a little nicer.

One of his eyebrows quirked up as his face took a horrified expression. "Certainly not! I would never cheat on my wife, especially with her brother of all people! You must still be suffering from the hangover that the virus gives after the change. It tends to make us jump to conclusions. Don't worry, it'll pass soon."

Was I sick? What was he talking about? "Virus? Wife? Who are the hell are you?" I asked, though I had a feeling I already knew.

"The name is Richard. Leader of the Dark Vampire Mob, meanest and most evil bastard if you cross me and caring husband to your twin sister Myra. That makes us brothers." He rose from that expensive looking chair and sat next to me, extending his hand for me to shake. I took it slowly, secretly expecting Myra to pop out and hit me if I was rude. "The virus that I gave you is the vampire virus that you should know about already since you�fre annoying friend who calls himself 'Doom' has it and is indeed a vampire. I have to say that I'm impressed with him. 20 years and he still is infatuated with my wife, though he will never have her, he's tough and cocky. He's also seemed to mature. I'm impressed with you as well. Nobody stands up to me and you defended your sister. I like you better now than I did before, Oliver. When you were young I couldn't stand you and how you just stood aside and let that stupid idiot child that you called a friend be mean to your only sister. But now that I've seen what you've become as an adult I think we'll get along just fine. But I need to know how you feel about being forced into vampirism before I agree to get along with you."

Whoa, what did he say? "You forced it on me? Why?" I asked, astounded to hear that I was no longer part of the living.

"For my wife. She missed you so much that no matter how hard I tried to make her happy she could never be fully satisfied. I care about her so much that I freed her from this prison she'd come to know as home. I let her go, she's no longer forced to remain as my wife yet she stays. I think she really loves me that much. The only thing I could possibly give her in return for her love and choice to stay was you. How does that make you feel? How does it make you feel knowing I took away your life and turned you into a vampire against your will for HER?"

Hold up and rewind. I was forced into being a vampire. This asshole took my sister and made her his wife, he ended up loving her so much that he let her go but she willingly stayed. She missed me as much as I missed her. He turned me into a vampire for her and he wants to know how I feel about this? Surprisingly I'm not pissed. "I�cam not angry if that's what you're asking."

"So you're not mad at me or your sister? Even if her first intention was to steal you away from the world so she could have her brother back? You don't HATE her?"

I knew what he was getting at; he was trying to see how much of a brother I was to my sister. "I would have done the same. There's a bond between us that could never be broken Richard. I'd die for my sister." True.

He clapped his hands lightly and laughed a little at my response. "And so you have. Congratulations, brother. Welcome back to the family. Myra will return soon."

Wait. What is he talking about? "Congratulations for what?"

This time he grabbed his chest where his heart was and rubbed it gently. A bloody tear escaped his eye as he stared at me again, only this time he looked grateful. The tear on the other hand looked like it didn't belong on this guy. "For saving my wife."

"What are you talking about?" I questioned. This was becoming confusing more and more and I started to get worried. Richard didn't look like the type to ever cry. And what was he talking about? Saving Myra? Saving her from what?

He continued as if I hadn't interrupted him. "If you would have hated her, she would have killed herself. And I would have had to allow her to do it. So I thank you Oliver. Without my wife I can't go on. As evil as I am she is the only one to ever truly give me a chance and love me. No one would dare to have me as a lover, only remain obedient slaves because of their fear or try and seduce me for greed. But Myra, I knew she was the one to challenge me from the moment I saw her. Her loyalty to you kept her strong and defiant for years, like a good sister. She refused to fear me for two years. Whether it was because she didn't know how close to being killed if she stepped out of line or she simply didn't care because she couldn't escape I don't know the answer." As if on cue I heard a door open from somewhere in this place and feet moving.

From the sound of things the person walking was getting closer. Their heart was beating a little faster as they approached and when they got to the door it sounded like a humming bird. I looked to Richard and saw him smirk darkly, no longer crying and no trace of the blood ever being there. His eyes shined bright and blue and looked at me. "Myra, don't be ashamed, come inside dear."

"Richard please come out," she whispered in an almost depressed voice. "I'd very much like it if you did." Why was she hiding?

"You can't hide from him forever Myra. Get in here now, he's awake," his tone became demanding. Again the urge to protect my sister arose in me. I don't see how Myra could learn to love this guy: he's demanding, cocky and bipolar from what I can tell. As quickly as I thought that his eyes landed on me and he appeared annoyed. "Actually Oliver I have been diagnosed as bipolar and I know I'm demanding. As for being cocky I'm merely very confident. Yes I can read your thoughts AND MYRA GET IN HERE NOW!" he yelled.

The door opened slowly and I got a good look at my sister: she looked more beautiful than I remembered. She was actually wearing a dress that went down to her knees. Its main color was burgundy and had gold lacing that accented it, enhancing her beauty more. Avoiding my eyes she looked at Richard. "Does he wish to go home?" she asked in a detached voice. Scanning her, I saw her eyes look almost empty as she asked this.

"Ask him yourself. It's not like he's not here or that avoiding him like the plague will change what I've done to him. Stop being childish and acknowledge your brother. He has something he wants to tell you."

Her eyes that were identical to mine found me and waited for me to speak. She must be so freaked out by my answer that she can't say anything. That's my sis, always assuming the worst. Kind of like how Till always assumes there will be food waiting for him when he gets home from work only to be disappointed by Doom's cooking. He still misses Myra's cooking. "Myra, I'm not mad if that's what you're thinking. I don't hate you."

"But you should. You were forced into this."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm betting you were too but you're ok with it. Yes I was forced into this but if that means I get to see my twin sister who was missing for 20 years, every day from now on I think I can live with that."

"What about your new diet? I'm sure that the thought of drinking blood sounds oh so appealing to you," she said harshly, as if she were ashamed of it.

I had a flashback from a couple of weeks ago when Till and I tried to have a drinking game with Christoph. I ended up puking my guts out because we'd tried drinking shots of bagged blood along with alcohol just to be fair. It's a good thing that Till's been a werewolf/cannibal/dog-shifter since he hit puberty otherwise he would have puked with me. The years of 'hunting animals' helped him get used to the taste of blood. Doom was happy that night, he got to laugh at my drunken state and have shots that he could drink.

The poor bastard. After all these years of still being in love with my sister and to find her alive but married must make his heart break. It's his own fault that he didn't listen to me. I told him being mean to my sister wouldn't win her affections but did he listen? NO! Dumbass. Always complaining about how Myra never took him serious and I told him it was because he never was.

A grunt from Richard brought me back to the present. That's right; I need to give Myra an answer. "It's ok. I've seen Doom drink from bagged blood all the time. It doesn't bother me. And knowing Till's diet isn't necessarily�'normal' as you should remember I'm kind of used to how they eat. I'm good with this life. I'll invest in sun block if I want to go out during the day but I'm not mad. Not as long as I know you still love your only brother."

Speechless. I've managed to render my sister speechless. She must be shocked that I'd give up being mortal for her, though she shouldn't. I only kept one secret from her our whole lives so she really should know me better. "You're giving life up for me? You know you're free to leave, right?"

"Why would I be stupid enough to let you leave my life again?" I whispered. The change in the air was so quick that I almost missed it and now found my way into Myra's arms. This felt like home, not my apartment that I've shared with the guys for several years now, granted it's the closest I've been able to get to. Our mother�fs lost her mind, dad's dead and my sister had disappeared. What's home without family? Nothing; at least for me.

"Myra, Oliver, would you like for me to let the two of you reunite properly and go find something productive to do for myself?" the mysterious Richard asked out of nowhere. I'd already forgotten he was here.

"Yes, please Richard. We'll meet you later." Myra left my embrace and went over to him and stared into his eyes for several seconds before kissing him passionately. Ok, that stuff still gets to me because what brother wants to see his sister swapping spit with a guy?

They broke apart and I noticed that Richard held her hand his hand and was lightly tapping her fingers to his heart, thrumming them as if they were the force that made it beat. Then his eyes changed from warm to cold as he let her go. What's going on with this guy? "I will see you both for dinner in a few hours. Dinner will be fresh darling so make sure he's ok with it. We also have issues to discuss and I want them done tonight. Pleasant reunion." Swiftly walking to the door he closed it as he exited the room leaving us alone.

Listening to his footsteps I waited until I figured he was out of earshot before turning to Myra and quickly speaking. "We have to get out of here Myra."

She sighed softly and shook her head lightly as she looked me in the eyes. "Olli I'm not leaving. He's my husband and I love him. I know it's probably hard for you to understand why I love him because yes, I know he's not the nicest person or even civil to many people and kidnapped me but the man loves me enough to let me see the good in him. I love the man he becomes when he tries to set aside his dark nature for me so he can be something better."

That got my mind rolling. What the hell was up with my sister? Married to an undead mob leader and even loves him? Ok, so far he's an OK guy but I remember him killing me and he acted as if he was her boss instead of her husband. Oh, let's not forget that he eaves drops on my thoughts. Being forced into vampirism I can handle, the prick that married my sister I'm not so sure about.

But as I look at her I can see that she's happy. She finally has what she wants: a guy who loves her and shows it to her. Not only does it look like we've missed each other equally but now she's in love with someone. She's got romantic love, just like all those romance novels she used to read from mom's book collection.

Romantic love: that makes me think of Doom. Doom, such a silly name he gave himself for two reasons: his favorite video game and to get her attention. Well it got her attention, just not the way he was hoping it would. She just thought he was being strange and silly, not trying to impress her. I hate to say it but Myra was NOT the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to guys hitting on her. Most of the time when they (random strangers) did, it went completely over her head.

I told him over and over that he had to come straight out and tell her but did he listen? NO! Again, dumbass never listened just like Myra said before. Instead he got fed up and all of that led to this point. The only reason I didn't kick his ass every time he was mean was because I knew that Myra was emotionally strong. That and I pitied the fool who thought they could actually woo her.

Now as I look in her eyes all I see is that she speaks the truth. Maybe he's not so much of an ass if he was able to make her realize that he loves her. Make her realize that the man I saw cry just moments ago does love her. "You really love him?" I pressed once more. Never hurts just to make sure.

She smiled brightly at me as she answered. "Yes I really do...but will you leave? I promise that I won't let him stop you if you want to leave." I could hear the sadness in her voice, though she tried to hide it.

She hasn't changed much. She's still trying to make me happy instead of being selfish. I can play the unselfish one for once. And I can honestly say I will enjoy this. Myra deserves all the happiness I can give her after being the best sister ever. "Myra, you couldn't make me leave if you tried. Besides, if I did leave I'd just come back to annoy you," I teased. At that she laughed. It sounded clear, full of joy and relief. Almost as if she hadn't laughed in a while.

After her laughter finished we just stared at each other, examining the differences between us. When we were younger people always knew we were brother and sister by our close resemblance to each other but now that I've actually aged and she hasn't people will probably mistake us for father and daughter. "You know, many humans will think you're my dad Olli, now that you're an old geezer," she snickered out of the blue. OH NO SHE DID NOT!

Myra did NOT call me an old man just now. And now she's laughing at me? "Excuse me? What did you call me, Myra?" I asked. I'm not THAT old.

"An old geezer, grandpa. What are you now? 60? 80?" She was laughing so hard she nearly fell of the bed we were sitting on, not being able to contain it any longer.

Oh she's going to get it. "I�fm as old as you sister. We're twins. At least I look old enough to drink, you minor." Score: Olli-1, Myra-0. My laughter was short lived as I saw a small smirk on her face. "What?" I asked.

"Just because I look like a teenager doesn't mean that I couldn't get a drink if I wanted one. Besides, its not like we CAN'T ingest human substances. We only need other methods for consuming them..." she trailed off. I raised my eyebrow at her. Doom never said he could eat. Just tonight he had to pretend he was drinking a beer when it was really blood he'd gotten from the hospital.

As I pondered this thought I noticed that she was waiting for me to speak. "What do you mean we can consume substances? Doom said that he tried to eat food but he just ended up puking it all up along with all the drinks he's tried to have."

"Did his master teach him nothing?" she laughed lightly. Instantly my mind flashed back to the day when he first became a vampire. How his 'master/creator' came to him and demanded that he become her mate. He refused because his heart already belonged to another and he nearly died because of it. The woman didn't take rejection lightly so she attempted to bleed him dry. If he hadn't have bitten her and tasted her blood in an attempt to fight back he would have.

Taking a closer look at Myra's face I had to admit that I'm still amazed that she hasn't aged at all. What would mother think? Probably wonder why Myra was late for dinner and ask her how school was if she ever decided to speak again. Poor mom, loosing Myra and dad drove her insane. If something happened to me she might have killed herself. I thanked my lucky stars that I'd lived this long. Which reminds me, I have to tell her about our parents. "Myra, dad-" she cut me off.

"Died. I know Olli. Richard told me when it happened. He even had the funeral filmed and I watched it just yesterday," she whispered sadly.

I had to think about that for a second. Just yesterday? "But dad's been dead for a couple of years. Why'd you wait so long to watch it?"

She seemed as if she was going to say something, stopped, and then continued. "Well, like I said, he told me when it happened�conly I didn't take it too well. He blocked the memory from my mind after I asked him to do it. He figured now that you were back in my life I'd be able to take it easier. He was right. I also know about mom..."

I had to wonder just exactly how powerful my new brother in law was if he could actually do more than just read minds. It's creepy enough that he can do that. Talk about invasion of privacy. "What else can the guy do, besides mind reading?" I questioned.

Making herself more comfortable, she laid down on the bed, head on the tan pillows and I laid my head in her lap, waiting for her to tell me more about Richard. Feeling her hand caress my shaved head she spoke. "First off, he's a direct descendant of Dracula..."

AN: well I just thought I'd leave this chapter off with a cliff hanger saying that Richards dad is Dracula. I'd like to know just how bad/good this story is based on where its going so feedback would be nice please.
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