Theme 12: Kassandra - Week 2

IT'S ALMOST MY BIRTHDAY.

That is all. << XD

Seriously, my mind's not keeping up with much anymore XD I think the upcoming holidays have started getting my brain all hyper and wee and as I'm tired, I'm just... semi-wee. Working on getting a more regular sleeping schedule again, banishing sugar (got a bit sick recently), and I need to get that Wii Fit going again.

That's all for life. Onto the writing!

Decided to share a special little something today. As I've said in week 1, Kassandra is a Vampire. The worst kind of Vampire, basically. But she wasn't always the monster she became. Like every other Vampire, she used to be a person - the awful kind of person, that is true, but she's known a precious few moments of respite, of care, which she did not know how to handle.

Awful as she was, there was one person who cared. Unconditionally.

"Open it!"

"Okay okay, sheesh." Kassandra gave her sister an annoyed sidelong glance and begun unwrapping the crude package made with assorted beige papers and thin rope. She discovered a small black box and, glancing again at her sister, she frowned: she'd never seen Cassidy so excited in her entire life – at least, not from up close. Sighing, she opened the box and was left speechless.

"C-Cassidy…"

"Do you like it?"

"It's… fucking expensive! I saw the pricetag! How—why—what the hell, Cassidy!"

Cassidy's smile faded. "I thought… you'd like it…"

"Yeah well I do okay, but… gees, Cassidy, why did you get me that?!"

"Because… I know you liked it," she replied, looking away towards the sunlit window from Kassandra's bed, whereupon they sat side by side, "and I think a butterfly fits you."

"Yeah," Kassandra grinned, "'cuz I'm fragile and I can't walk straight."

Cassidy snorted. "Maybe… but, no. Because it's something ugly before it becomes something beautiful.

"Forgive Devon," she added, her bright blue eyes fixed upon her sister's green contempt, "even if it's true he killed our dad… He's been nothing but good to us. He's a good man—"

"He's a dead man," Kassandra growled through gritted teeth, her face looming dangerously close to her sister's, "I'll hate him until I die. And you're no. Fucking. Better."

Kassandra snapped the box shut and threw it against the wall with all her might.

She left Cassidy to cry by herself.

You'll never understand, Cassidy thought, heartbroken, and hid her face in her hands, you don't know what you're doing to yourself.