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Her bond with her brother had snapped 200 years ago in a place she vowed to never return to.
Oakhurst was a dangerous place. From experience the townsfolk were fearful and fear led to gossip and gossip led to accusations, accusations led to the pyre. It was the reason Gem had a burn mark on her left calf.
Scott managed to control them through their own methods and soon a tyrannical rule was all he was known for.
Gem knew he hated every tough decision he had to make but he was the colder sibling and his rule proved effective.
Still whispers circled around the village, unaware of the flourishing home made by the apathetic vampire lord. So when they talked it was through messages by owl or handmade gifts.
Sometimes when they needed each other most the bond would spark to life and let them know they weren't alone.
So when she was catching up with her dads she never expected the sibling bond to flare like wildfire and start to fizzle out. It calmed to ash and the flames of empathy and love were snuffed out like that.
Tears formed and she knew her brother was not okay. It was not the screaming pain of losing to a stake and letting Lady Death take you into her chilly arms. No it was the lonely aura of a comatosed friend.
Just like that her world had crumbled. She was glad that Skizz and Impulse weren't vampires like the siblings and couldn't feel the void of emptiness but she knew they felt disturbances in their own ways.
She ended the day sobbing into her dads arms and feeling a lack of any comfort from her brother. Something that was a world of pain in its own right.
She entered the castle of Scott and felt an overwhelming sense of magical energy. It tried to lull her into a sleep like death.
She fled towards the ruined town and thought to herself that at least Scott went out fighting. The spell that had overthrown her sibling was trying to swallow her up but she could resist. It wasn't directly cast on her but the magic clung to her like thorns.
Her sleep ended up far longer than she ever could have planned.
Truly a good century or two's slumber could ease any grief even if her intention was to murder the humans and witches responsible but violence could help ease her stinging heart.
It was time for a massacre anyways…