Sisters Forever

My sister Stella and I are both Nosferatu, with one significant difference, I never gave into the blood-lust. At puberty, when the affliction manifests itself, there is a choice, faced for life and it can never be altered or so they have told us. Stella made her choice by ripping the throat of our older brother and sucking his cruel body dry. I can't blame her completely, as he repeatedly raped her since we were young and its possible I would have done it as well, although he never touched me; I felt her pain and hated him for what he had done to her all those years.  Our parents disowned her and was going to have her exiled, but we ran away together before she was taken. I vowed to take care of her and try to protect others from her vengeance. We thought we had found a safe and accepting sanctuary for our kind, even meet two men who befriended us.  Jack was sweet and kind, always making sure we had food, protection, and a safe place to live. His friend, ironically thinking back now at their friendship, was different. Stella latched on to him immediately, some strange bond between them, and I knew she would never attack this man. She began to change; her outbursts increased and the beast began to rage more and more, changing how she looked when the blood-lust was on. Everything changed then and bodies started turning up... drained of blood. I new it was Stella with that madman controlling her. Jack tried to stop them and Stella attempted to kill him. I knew then we had to leave. If anything happened to Jack... I would have to destroy my sister, only to become a wild, vicious creature like her. I couldn't let any of that happen. I made a deal with the 'devil' and the three of us left. I never realized we were going to a hell that had no escape for anyone and Jack was still in grave danger.