Loud thunder complemented the sound of drizzling rain, as flashes of lightning lit up the gloomy night. Whimpers could be heard all throughout the small damp room. On the floor in the corner farthest from the window laid two girls. Both were damp and cold, shivering from the poor conditions they were forced to go through.

Lightning struck strongly and boldly across the cloudy sky, causing one of the girls to jump, and let out a frightened squeal. The other one curled her arm around the frightened girl and hushed her, "its okay, Flan... The storm cannot get us." the girl said, trying to coax her sister with all her might.

The sister nodded into the other's chest, still sounding very hesitant. She knew that there wasn't as much protection from the storm as she would have liked there to have been, and just that thought frightened her more than the actual storm.

The older sister of the two held the younger's head to her chest and petted her like she was a cat. "Flandre, I promise that the storm will not get us." she said, her voice running smooth like silk.

The younger girl, Flandre, looked up at the window, which was nothing more than a hole in the brick with iron bars welded every inch. There was no glass to prevent rain to make its way into the small cell room. She whimpered again and looked up at her sister, "How long do you think it will last?" she asked, fear written all over her face.

"I wish I knew. This is like an eternal storm..." she said softly, petting her sister again. "No matter, I'm still here." she nodded a little to reassure her sister. She knew there really was not a lot she could do for her and her sister's situation. They were both trapped in this cell like room, with nothing to eat and no water except for the rain that collected on the floor and brick.

"Remilia, when do you think they'll let us out again?" Flandre asked, uncomfortably moving to get relaxed on Remilia's lap. She didn't feel like she would get any rest. Her stomach was twisting and turning, and she nauseous from the hunger she was experiencing.

Remilia readjusted her legs to be more comfortable for her sister. "Just try to sleep, Flan. We can ask to leave tomorrow." She was honestly very hungry, and wanted to go hunting as soon as she was allowed to. But she wasn't going to ask for herself, because she wasn't as important. Her sister need to feed as much as she did, if not more so, and Remilia hated hearing her sister's stomach and her groans of hunger.

After a little while, Remilia heard her sister's breathing slow down, and a soft snore escape her mouth. She smiled at the sleeping blonde and decided to attempt to sleep herself. She pushed herself against the damp brick and took in a breath. She purely hoped that she would get some rest tonight. Not sleeping was horrible for her mind, and made her feel more insane the longer she went without it.

She let herself get lost in her thoughts as she focused on getting to sleep. She thought about what had happened to her and her sister, and what caused them to be in such a horrible situation. She recalled the bloody, mangled corpses of her parents. It always brought tears to her eyes.

She then recalled the time when her and her sister were fending for themselves, hunting down and killing humans so they would have food to eat, killing people just to have a place to sleep for the night. She remembered the times when they would take baths together, to clean the blood off of their bodies. Flandre was the only one that Remilia let clean her delicate bat-like wings. Even her parents weren't allowed, seeing as though she was scared to death they would do something horrible to her wings. Flan would always let Remilia clean her wings, despite the fact that they often chipped, and would have to heal. Flan's wings were not the same as Remilia's. She had almost twig-like wings, with beautiful brightly coloured flakes sparking out, almost like Christmas lights.

Remilia then remembered when their family found out that their mother and father were dead. Remilia and Flandre were immediately moved to their aunt's and uncle's home. The two found it miserable. For a long time, their new family had no clue about their 'specialties' and just thought that it was a fun part of their wardrobe to wear wings. Then they discovered that Remilia and Flandre were not human and that they had to hurt, or even kill, humans to feed their hunger. After that, they would be locked up for days and days at a time, in this small cell in their family's basement. This was so that they wouldn't kill anyone anymore.

After more than three weeks, the aunt and uncle realised that Flandre and Remilia were getting skinnier, looking poor and in poverty. After that, they permitted for them to go 'eat' for one hour about once a week. The girls were still being starved, but they had just enough to eat that they would not die.

After thinking and thinking for what felt like hours, Remilia finally drifted into a restful sleep. She had one hand on her sister's head, trying to work as a blanket, sort of. Her other hand was tucked under her cheek against the brick, to aid for a pillow. They both looks so peaceful, despite all of the stress that they were put through.