I think your bruise was understanded,
'cause you can't feel this anymore
It's getting bluer and you can't keep faking
That you can't feel this anymore
Chapter 1: New Beginning (August )
"Morgan, you know the consequences. Why did you mess with them?" My mother glared at me. Or at the large gash that was now occupying my forehead, "You know not to toy with those vampires. They're dangerous and next time they won't be so gentle."
How silly of my mother, I knew that. Everyone in the entire world knew that vampires could and will kill you. But it wasn't my fault.
"Mom, I was just walking home and they picked the fight." I sighed, lying again. I felt a tad bit guilty then remembered that she was the woman who had practically said that I could die and she wouldn't care. You could be torn from a loved one so easily these days.
I live in a world where no one is safe from the legendary blood-drinkers. Vampires. When I was five, I learned how exactly my world worked.
Every five months, you would get mailed a letter, which had a ribbon in it. You get a black ribbon, you die. Eaten. If you get no ribbons every five months, you're staying human. And alive. A red ribbon means in three months you are going to pack your bags. You're becoming a vampire. Or absolutely no letters or ribbons, which means the vampires, are leaving you alone, for now.
It was always by the same people. They were called the Volturi. They were millions of years old, and controlling.
One decade before I was born, vampires took control over the Earth. At first humans were surprised. Thought we could beat them. How foolish. But then they saw all the hundreds of vampires, and we knew we were beat. So, they send us letters letting us know if we're getting eaten, or changed and sent to VVA. The Volturi's Vampire Academy.
Three months after getting a red ribbon, you get sent to a room. No one knows what this mysterious room looks like because they've never came back to tell us. They became snide and evil, not bothering to come back because they were to busy being bloodthirsty. You just don't want to meddle with that.
Yet, there is one rule. If you don't have a black ribbon, vampires cannot eat you. Or they will be sentenced to death.
Vampires control our world. They are on our television; they are our teachers, grocers, painters, actors, our favorite bands and singers, the past, present, and future. We don't need history textbooks anymore because why would we need them if the person who actually lived the event were your teacher?
Humans are now struggling to adapt to this new horrific life. My family, for example, was one way you could say, struggling. It showed how much of a difference now is then when humans ruled the world and vampires were your silly, little nightmares. My family, five years ago- I was ten- had more than two members in it. Once upon a time, there was a dad, a mom, two older brothers, a dog and I. Now there is only a painful remainder of rooms. Mom and I still live on, much to our dismay.
The years passed by after the vampires started ruling. My family thought we were in the clear. Oh, how wrong we were. A month later my father and my oldest brother, Caleb, got black ribbons. They were picked up in a big black van and were herded away. We never saw them again. Mom was grieving after her late husband and son, but hopeful they would leave the rest of us alone now. Not a chance.
Five months after, my other oldest brother, Alexander got a ribbon. Mom told me he got a black ribbon. I said nothing for a while.
But now it's just Mom and I, and we're all alone.
My full name is Morgan Vivian Price. I am 15 years old. My birthday is October 31. I'm thin, tall, and if I say so myself, more graceful than your average teen. I have midnight black hair and have eyes the color of stormy water. Now days, vampires don't let the world get fat, and by eating you get fat. So, rations are small and nutritious.
We don't receive money anymore because we don't have jobs. We don't have jobs because vampires have them. The vampires give us food, shelter, clothing. I guess we should be thankful for that. But you can't be thankful when they're devouring your families piece by piece.
We still go to school, obviously, because we have vampire teachers. No one has friends anymore. There was an occasional comrade, even more rare people actually said hello to each other sometimes.
Every single person (Human, I assure you) was either filled with hatred, sadness, or bitter feelings about vampires. Even me, but can't you tell?
But they take our families. So, we hate them in return.
The world once had about 100 billion people in it. Now, it only had about 3 billion. Humans are going to be extinct if vampires keep this rapid cycle up.
Oh, no, there are still humans… birthing… but that isn't enough anymore!
Nothing ever is enough anymore because vampires are never going to change.
They never will.