*NEW AND UPDATED CHAPTER* (Date updated: 9/17/14)
My black hair tossed into the wind as I stood there; completely naked in front of hundreds of vampires. Should I be self conscious? Fuck no. I don't give a shit about anything these shit creatures think. All I need to know is they killed my family. That's it, nothing else matters to me.
Shouldn't I be scared? Possibly, but I was personally trained by my father to kill these fucks. Im not that intimidated by them. I mean come on. They may be vampires, but EVERYTHING has a weakness; and I know exactly what theirs is.
How do I know this, you may ask? Well if you paid any fucking attention I said it above. So go read it again... I'll wait.
Just kidding no I wont.
Where should I start this?... How about when it all started.
They say that the outbreak of vampires started in the 20th century when twelve German scientists captured three dogs and injected them with some kind of fluid. They then rounded them up and put them in a cage/ Later one of the interns went in to feed the dogs and he was bitten. The intern turned into a super human; he started craving human blood instead of regular food, started running faster then the speed of sound, and had supernatural powers.
The intern turned on family friends, and started biting, and killing humans.
Here's the thing about a vampire bite. once a vampire bites you, the outer layer of the vampire's teeth has a poison that infects you. The ones who are weak don't survive; the ones who survive turn into vampires.
Now you may think 'how can they feed on them without them turning?' Well, it's simple. They wear teeth coatings. Their dentists put them in. It's a hard process to describe but it all works out.
I lift my head up again and look at all of them. Straight in the eye. That's how you make people the most vulnerable.
They'll remember it more. The pain they inflicted, the death they've caused.
And that my friend is how you leave a mark on someone.
I hear the cagemaster yell, "700 pounds for the little one! Bidding starts now."
All around me I hear offers, going from 700 to almost 3,000.
"She's a perty little one ain't she?" The cagemaster says again. I hear hoots and hollers and even the occasional, hell no, but it doesn't matter. I hate them all the same. No amount of compliments can change that.
"5,000." I hear a call and I look straight up, my eyes going straight to the bidder and i scowl, this has to be the most ugly vampire i have ever seen. And most of them are beautiful. That's what attracts humans to them.
No, this one looked foul, reminded me of a dead person. He was ugly. And to my disbelief, he won the bidding...