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gotten close.  Both had been very drunk on MoonShine, and very, very horny.  But at the last moment he’d pushed her aside and told her he was too tired and just needed to rest.  He had very kindly told her she was lovely but not what he needed at that moment.
    She had hoped the next day he might be more amenable to beginning their relationship, but he’d gone back to his ever polite sickeningly sweet, kind manner.  He would fuck a common human, but he hadn’t once fucked her .
    If she was the jealous or vengeful type, this could get ugly.  Oh, wait…actually, she was the type.  She’d been waiting too many centuries for him to decide to bed her.  And now, the last straw .  He’d chosen a newly made vampire to make a life with.
    Her pride could not allow this to stand.  She deserved him and had waited too long for him to accept this.  It was time to act.  She’d always known that if something is in your way, you eliminate it.  Simple.  Quick extraction.  Like that hideous twin the universe had saddled her with after birth.
    God.  A perfect copy of herself.  How awful.  As they grew and her sister shadowed her, Windari had known she must get rid of her.  Of course, she never meant to kill her.  Just get her out of her life.  But then it became apparent to Windari that her twin was more powerful than she was.  With little deduction it was clear to the young Windari what was happening.
    She had been born part of two.  And had to share her power and abilities with her twin.  When it became obvious one evening in old Egypt that her sister was stronger than she was, Windari knew Tamesine had to die.  It was the only way to get her power back from that unfortunate appendage she’d been saddle d with by nature.
    Windari had made it quick.   She wasn’t a cruel woman, and this was her sister.  Taking her away from the community, because she knew they would never allow her to do this, she took Tamesine to the United Kingdom, to Scotland.  And there, alone on a mountaintop, she’d hugged Tamesine, told her that she loved her, broke her neck and sliced her throat, her head severed almost completely.  A first blood could not survive that severe an injury.  Tamesine had looked up at her with shocked, pain-filled eyes and fell into a deep cavern crevasse that Windari pushed her into.
    She’d sat there for a long time afterward, appalled at what she’d done.  Then, as night moved toward day, aware she needed to seek shelter, a small grin twisted her lips.  She was finally one.  Finally unique .  The beautiful Tamesine no longer eclipsed her or vied for attention.  Windari felt stronger.
    “I was right,” she’d called out loud, to herself and the universe.  “She had my powers.  I feel them return.”
    Did she? Well, it would come.  She no longer shared her life with that parasite. 
    Before the sun rose, Windari hurried away and let herself forget there ever was a sister born with her.
     
    So, back to the matter at ha nd.  Another parasite to eliminate.  The marginally attractive Shoazan that her powerful master, Ahmose, son of the moon, thought he was smitten with.  It had worked for her before to simply get rid of the problem.  It would work well for her again.  It was a shame about the first blood baby, but collateral damages were acceptable.  Windari felt certain that she’d be able to provide her chosen mate the offspring this woman would not.  She just needed to get the little wench to the waterfalls without anyone knowing they left together.
     
     
     
     
     
    Starla held Chione’s arm as they walked to breakfast, Jacob casually conversing with Ahmose about cabinetry.  The night was warm, but a little cooler than it had been when they were there late this summer.  The sparkling stars winked down at the four newly formed relationships. 
    Everything had worked out perfectly.   She and her mate were moving to Zambia to raise their children in a community of first