Cursed Fate

5- Sisters

I watch her in silence, taking in all of our similarities and I can see she is doing the same with me. It is terrifying how we look almost like copies of each other. The only differences between us is our hair and the clothes we are wearing. Her hair is considerably longer than mine, going all the way down to her lower back. Mine only reaches my shoulders. She is still wearing the same clothing as before: the pelts and cloths wild werewolf packs usually wear.

Everything else is the same.

The same deep blue eyes, that I am only noticing now look like the sky just before the stars show. The same rose red lips. The same silky dark brown hair. The same small nose and tanned skin.

When she wears the Academy’s uniform we will look even more alike.

She softly clears her throat, making me come out of my daze. I frown as my earlier emotions come flooding back to me.

“What is your name?” She quietly asks me. Even her voice is similar to mine, only gentler I guess.

“Naiya” I simply respond, feeling grumpy again. I sink back in my chair, knowing I can’t avoid this conversation.

Don’t get me wrong. I do want to know what the hell is going on, but right now I just want to break something.

She takes a cautious step towards me, obviously understanding my current mood.

“My name is Anastacia” She tells me. “I came from Moscow in Russia. Is that where you came from?”

I have to hand it to her. She is trying very hard not to piss me off even more. But unfortunately for her, it’s not working.

I sigh in frustration and look at her once again.

“No. I’m from London. England” I tell her. “Most boring place there is”

Talking about my past right now is definitely not helping my current mood.

“Oh”

It seems she wasn’t expecting this response of mine. I guess it really doesn’t make sense we’re not from the same place. Maybe we’re not sisters after all. Maybe we’re just extremely similar doppelgangers.

She gets at a loss of words after this and I take another moment to watch her. She looks extremely shy for someone who must have grown up in the wild with a bunch of werewolves.

“Do you remember anything before you were 10?” I suddenly ask.

She looks at me in surprise and I am about to think I was stupid to make this question. Of course she does. It’s not like we are actual twin sisters. This is all just a terrible coincidence.

“No, I don’t” She answers and I look at her in shock. “You don’t remember it either?”

I take a moment to answer her as I am still processing this. Neither one of us remembers what happened in our childhood. This is way more than just a coincidence after all.

“No… Everything before I was adopted is a total blank” I tell her.

“It is the same with me” She says. “I don’t remember anything before I came to meet my foster parents”

“You were adopted by a werewolf pack?” I ask her, now intrigued.

“No… Soren was the one who brought me to them, after he… After he found me” She says and I can tell she is uncomfortable to talk about this subject.

Soren…

That must be the name of my mate. Ergo, the bastard who ruined my life.

I clench my fists, getting angry again.

“How did you become a vampire?” She asks me.

“That’s a long story” I avoid answering her.

I can tell she is about to make a few more questions, but I cut her off before she can continue.

“Look, this is obviously messed up but I don’t think we’re gonna figure this out by knowing about each other’s past” I tell her. “None of us knows what happened in our childhood and that is obviously the key to understanding what happened”

I get up and turn my back on her, crossing my arms.

“Soren saw us” She suddenly blurts out.

I turn back to face her. “Excuse me?”

“Soren saw us… When we were younger, before we lost our memories…” She starts. “He saw us playing in the woods of the forest where his pack lives when we were around 6 years old”

“What the hell?!” I shout. “He saw us? How come he didn’t tell that before?!”

“He told me… But I never really believed him… Until I saw you…” She says.

“So, that bastard has always known you had a twin sister and never let you come look for her?” I ask, placing my hand on my hips.

She looks taken aback by hearing the word bastard. Seriously, is she a princess or what?

“It isn’t that simple. I couldn’t leave the pack…” She starts.

“Well, you left now. What changed?” I interrupt her and I can see she is getting uncomfortable with where the conversation is going.

Fortunately for her, there’s a knock at the door and one of the kitchen aids comes in with a tray of food.

“Great, my poison just came in” I say, sarcastically.

Anastacia looks at me and I can tell I’ve hurt her feelings by being so rough with her. I don’t know what she was expecting.

Hey, I’m your long-lost twin sister. Let’s hug and be best friends forever!

As if!

“Maybe I should get going” She says.

“Yeah, go. It’s not like we’re not going to see each other again. You’re in my class after all. You and that bastard!” I lash out at her, angrier now that the tray of food is placed in front of me.

She looks even more hurt as she goes out the door.

Deep down I feel guilty for being such a brute to her.

But I feel so angry right now.

I look down at the tray of food as the kitchen aid leave the office, pissed that I will have to eat all of it and feel sick for the rest of the day.

Glaring out my frustration, I finally sit back down on the desk and gulp down the disgusting food as fast as I can as to not feel the flavor of it so much.