Namie

*Namie*

My name is Alcloud Namie. I am a ninety-seven-year-old vampire. My older sister, Rachel, vanished in 1920. She was eighteen and I was seven. To explain myself better, I have to tell you who Rachel is first.

We had the same father, but two different mothers. Our father� was a man-whore. Kind man, but a slut. He loved his wives and daughters dearly. Yes, I said that right. Wives. Our father committed bigamy. He married Rachel�s mother first. Interesting story there too.

First, Rachel�s mother was an American. They met when the Meji Era began. She was a captain�s daughter. Her name? Not important anymore. They were seventeen when they first met. Both were still angels. Two worlds that should never have mixed at the time. But, lust is a funny thing.

Our father followed her mother in secret. He was stalking her like a wolf to an elk. Our father had fixations in his youth. (Not the ones you�re thinking of. We were all human then.) He was obsessed with this young girl. He watched her every day. But soon, that wasn�t good enough.

Our father just had to have Rachel�s mother. So one day, he followed her down to the rice paddy. He tried to keep it innocent. That as you can imagine, didn�t last long. Lust is a nasty little bitch. It really brings out the best in people. That�s what happened to our father. He followed Rachel�s mother to the rice paddy and ambushed her. This could have ended nasty. Our father was lucky to be so attractive. He seduced Rachel�s mother and slept with her. A relationship formed from there. It�s so odd, really. I don�t think either one had expected to cross paths. It just� happened that way. Same with what happened afterwards.

Six months later, they married in secret. Two years later in 1902, Rachel was born. My sister was a pretty child. Her parents adored her. The people stared at her oddly. She had black hair and blue eyes. Rachel was rare. No one was like her. Rachel just was.

I love my sister dearly. We were and are close. I was worried when she went missing. I feared the worst. Some people accused my mother of murdering my sister. But, there was no proof. For years, no one knew anything.

Then when I turned thirty in 1943, I found my older sister again. She was still the same, but different. I didn�t care at the time. Rachel was alive and back; that was all that mattered. She turned me. Alcloud took me into his clan.

Now, I am playing a game with thirty-seven ordinary lives. On the next year of the Fire Festival, they will give their lives to me. I want to see what happens until then. This should be an interesting show to behold.