I had been running when it happened. After the vampires took over, that's all I could do. Run or be captured. I didn't know where I was, or where I was going, all I knew was that I could never go back. If I did, the best case scenario was that my master, Laurent, would kill me, worst case he would break me, my spirit, permanently.
I can still remember when the vampires truly took over the world. Of course it had been a gradual thing. New neighbors who were unnaturally pale, beautiful and seemed to almost sparkle, old politicians being replaced by new, younger people who looked unnervingly similar to the neighbors, fads changing so it was more popular to be pale, books like Dracula being banned; really we should of seen it coming. But we didn't. Then, one day the President is on TV saying he is a vampire, and describing the new world order, one with vampires on top and humans as slaves. Next thing I know, my parents are telling me to get my brother and sister and run, run before they get us. I did, but to save us our parents sacrificed themselves.
Grabbing my brother, Andrew, and sister, Lily, I ran, but not fast enough. They were catching up. So I did the only thing I could. Hugging my siblings I told them the same thing our parent told me, to run as fast as they can, to watch out for each other, to stay together, and to protect each other. Then I gave myself up. Somehow, to this day I don't know how I did it, I convinced the vampires chasing us that I had run by myself. They took me back to the city, Fort Angeles, to a Human Trade Center where I was registered and bought by Laurent. I was his Feeder, his blood supply. He would bite me and drink, and then suck the venom out. In effect, whenever I wasn't being used as a food source, I was dizzy and sick from blood loss. Fun.
Laurent wasn't exactly the kindest master. Actually some of the things he did were illegal, even for vampires. I can't even remember all the times he threw me across the room or down the stairs. To him I didn't have thoughts or feelings, I was an animal. I was only fit to feed off of and to relive stress or anger. It was a very painful three years to say the least.
But that's all in the past now, I thought, and hopefully I'll never go back. I had ran away from him the month after my sixteenth birthday, after I decided that I would rather face death than live another day in that house. That night I packed up everything I owned into a small backpack, climbed out the window, and ran as fast and as hard as I could. Luckily my master was at a party, giving m a head start. I ran straight into the woods, ducking under branches and jumping over logs.
Suddenly I heard a low growl. Turning around slowly I saw a wolf, only it was the size of a bear. I'm ashamed to admit it but I screamed as I ran. Looking back I can see it was a completely idiotic move, if any vamps had been chasing me they would have found me in an instant. From the corners of my eyes I could see two more on either side of me.I was terrified, after all it's not every day a girl has wolf-bears chasing after her. I ran even faster than I was before, faster than I thought was even possible. I didn't run fast enough though, as I could see the animals closing in.
This is it, I thought, I spent all that time planning to get away from a vampire that hurt me and sucked my blood only to get eaten by wolves on steroids. Great, just great.
Suddenly I tripped on a root and went flying. I sprung up, I wasn't going to give up without a fight, and tried to run again. Just as did, one of the wolves tackled me to the ground, hitting my head in the process. My last thought before I blacked out? Aw shit.