Teardrops

Perhaps Airin believed, and hoped, she would forever reside in a special place in Hell for people such as she. But no, for one who could not even raise a hand to kill another, it was not even worth killing her much less throwing her into the sinful fires. So, with a heavy heart, Airin's eyes peeked open as the view of her domed bedroom ceiling met her solemn gaze. The thin crust of past tears stuck to her cheeks and eyelids and it was as though all the pain and sorrow went with them. There was nothing, save the weight in her limbs and the calm numb of her mind, which heedlessly replayed the events of the night before (or longer? She wasn't certain how long she'd been unconscious).
Someone carried her in their arms, the bright blue of her mother's hair draping over her shoulders. Airin couldn't make out her face, but the animosity radiating in dark and powerful waves hardly made it a necessity to make out Dusk's expression. It was the only memory between that of Sasuke's final threat and Airin's present apparent survival of that threat. Thus, Airin assumed her mother somehow came upon her whereabouts (the blood Airin had shed was a good tool for a vampire to use in locating a person in question) and rescued her.
So there she lie, the mere occupation of staring aimlessly at the ceiling keeping her awake. How long she lied there she could not tell; an eternity, it seemed, before finally shifting her sights sideways and meeting the image of herself in a mirror. And the longer she stared at it the more an inexplicable yet prominent rage began to build in her chest until the intense force of it launched her from the bedsheets. She bounded towards it and stopped against it's cool surface, her eyes darting furiously to every infernal aspect of her that portrayed any form of weakness.
Small form! Soft eyes! Prey to darkness!
Upon the last insult she could muster, the image of Devlyn came to mind and she flinched at the avalanche of memories and emotions that accompanied the thought of his name. A strong pulse of fear and lingering guilt commanded the infernal beating machine in her chest as it almost stole her breath. Is he alive? the fear shrilled horribly. If he is... will he hate me... cried the guilt, overlapping the fear... now that he knows? 
That he knows I'm a cruel girl who acted upon that instinct born within every vampire in existence... the thirst for power and darkness. Airin's fist pounded on the mirror, the instability of her powers due to her heightened level of emotion making it shatter. Her throat stung in her desire to cry but she fought it back, another weakness she was prone to.
None of this would've happened had she honored her mother's order to never leave the castle. None if it would've mattered if she weren't the natural, infernal enemy of her beloved and his family... But that was wishful thinking... and reality was a much colder place than wishes and "what if's." Airin sank to the floor now littered in numerous, tiny teardrops of glass that offered the only light to her as they sparkled with the reflection of the morning sun.
I don't want to be a vampire anymore.

Rebirth

Smile, he told her, his fingers gliding down her throat. The tears flowed in endless rivers from Airin's face as the demon moved down to caress her sex. A small whimper escaped her lips as he chuckled in delight. You're acting like... you don't enjoy it. A horrible, ominous laugh pounded through her head, his massive body consuming her vision until all went pitch black...
Airin awoke with a jolt, coated in sweat beneath cotton bed sheets, staring at the domed ceiling of her bedroom. Her heart raced, her breaths labored, and she wondered... Was is it all just a dream?
"Airin?" Cyrus's voice. Her gaze traveled to find him; he sat at the very end of her bed, looking both concerned and relieved. Echoes of scars and scratches still adorned his skin; Airin flinched as the horrid memory of his murderous screams abruptly filled her head. And the dream... She shook her head, but the looming memory hung like a taunting curtain covering an open window... any moment, it could be blown away and the avalanche of wind would bear down and consume her...
"How long was I out?" she asked, propping herself upright despite her brother's protests. Cyrus reached for her shoulder to egg her back down; his hand brushed her skin, but the curtain flailed for the slightest moment, and she recoiled. A deep understanding was shared between the twins' as they exchanged glances of despair.
"Sorry..." Cyrus mumbled, leaning away as he severed his gaze from Airin, the emptiness within his eyes pointedly focused on the floor. "You've been out three weeks... Got sick during the cycle... But, it... it's okay now..." Returning the ocean blue of his eyes to the gray cobalt of her own, Cyrus gave her a small smile. "We're safe." But she knew he didn't believe that any more than she did and the essence of his smile already began to disappear as proof of that. Truly, it would be the hardest thing for either of them to ever fully give a sincere smile again. You're acting like... you don't enjoy it. Airin closed her eyes, pushing back the billowing curtain in her mind as she brought her legs to her chest and hid her face in her knees. Why... Why...? A question that would never have an answer.
Looking up, she saw her brother prop his elbows on his knees, leaning his head into his intertwined hands. It would never be easy, for either of them. What was weeks ago still left a gaping scar that perhaps would take an eternity to heal... Cautiously, Airin crawled to Cyrus and planted herself next to him. He looked up, slightly shocked, as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"... Sis?"
She swallowed as she clung closer to him still. "... We're all we've got, you and me..." Her voice trailed off, the only healing memory surfacing through the pool of nightmares... Of Devlyn, of the worry and pain reflected in his beautiful face... Of a battle that ensued between him and the demon... Please... please don't be dead... because of me... But how could she be sure of his safety? Even if he wasn't dead... they would never let her see him again. Her lovely Devlyn... Airin scrunched her eyes, fruitlessly attempting to conceal the heartbreaking tears now falling down her cheeks... Yes, Cyrus... it's just you and me now... It's just you and me...