I am not your sister.

More importantly, a different question rose above that one. Why was the banshee calling her sister? In which way did the two of them look alike? 

And why was she nuzzling her neck all of a sudden and sniffing her like a dog? 

Scarlet lowered her shoulder and pushed the banshee away with her hand.

"Wait, miss banshee, when did we become sisters and why are you sniffing me?"

"Sister, you smell good, there is something in you that smells so good." With a giddy smile on it's face, the banshee tried to get close to Scarlet again. 

The first thing to cross her mind was her babies, what else was inside of her? If they smelled good, was this banshee trying to eat them?

Her eyes widened and grabbed her scythe and pointed it to the banshee. 

"Stop right there." she warned her. 

The sharp tip of the blade was on the banshee's neck.