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...