Well, I'll tell it to you straight: the world is going to end. Soon. In all my 17 years in this world, nothing had prepared me for it. I mean, how can you prepared for the end of the world? Knowing that at any moment you could die? It kinda freaks you out non-stop, always looking behind your shoulder, not caring how much weight you put on, or how you look. Being a teenage witch does help you prepare a little bit, but honestly, death scares even me, even worse than that is eternal life in a post-apocalyptic world. Unfortunately, as a witch, it is standard procedure for me to be 'turned' in between the ages of 17 and 20. So shit for me now.
In this world, we 'living' people walk amongst the 'undead'. In fact, they out populate us by a couple of million, which technically means that we are nearly extinct. They feed from us legally, and we can't do anything about it. Everyday I hear of someone I know becoming either a 'fangbanger' or being found drained in their rooms. I don't believe that anyone should have the right to take another's life, but it's a death warrant to say that out loud. You can't tell anyone how you feel, not even your closest friends can be trusted.
So I lead a solitary life. Keeping myself to myself. I go to school, learn and try and remain invisible to 'Vampyr' groups working in the area. I daydream constantly, wishing I was somewhere else, anywhere where they don't have a bloodsucker lurking round the corner. I have survived all these years without being an unwilling or even willing blood donor, and I hope to keep it that way, well, until the world ends hopefully. Which, as I said, is soon. Within the next month it is going to become apocalyptic, wiping out all humans, and leaving the Vampyrs to die out slowly, who will eventually die out because there will be no blood left for them. I really don't want to be around in a world where there are feral, hungry Vampyrs roaming with that stare of death in their eyes.
Oh, I forgot to say who I am! My name is Alice Bronte, and I am a really bad mage (or witch but they're the same thing to be honest). I grew up with my mum; dad left couple of year's back, so it's just been us. We live in London, UK. Which I think is brilliant, so many opportunities here, and loads of places to hide. I hide a lot, because almost everyday I'm hunted by bloodsuckers. It gets annoying after the first year. I mean, I used to find it exciting to be chased by Vampyrs, the who 'if they catch me' factor made it thrilling, and a great rush. But when you're running after school, or on the way home from buying milk, or even just answering the door, you just get sick of it. My mum doesn't know I'm being hunted, which is really hard to keep secret as I'm home late everyday, and sometimes I just disappear for a day. She's given me shit about it, but she knows something is up, but doesn't try and tell me to stay home, or tell her what's happening. It makes me love her even more.
I first found out that I'm a mage when I accidentally set the flat on fire. Mum wasn't pleased about that, but she had tears of joy in her eyes. She found out that day that I was as special as she always thought I was, It was like a kind of validation for her. That was 2 years ago, and the hunting came a year later. It first occurred on my way home from school; I had just finished my first mage class with 4 other people (all guys to my despair) and I found 3 of them waiting outside the school gates. They looked too suspicious to be just hanging there, and it was just my luck that it was an overcast day. I tried walking past them, but once I passed through the gates, they started stalking in my direction. I freaked of course. I was used to the Vampyrs, but I had never had any of them come after me. I started to run for the bus stop, but they sped up too, can I just say that Vampyrs may be incredibly strong but they're not fast, they run at the same speed as normal humans, so yay for me. I got as far as the corner about 3 minutes from the school, and I could see the bus stop. There was no one there. Shit. They caught up with me very quickly after that; I'd given up all hope of being rescued or even of out running them.
To my surprise, all the guys from my mage class were running up behind the Vampyrs .I was so glad they were there; it showed that us mages stick together. Unfortunately they had no power over the Vampyrs, and once they reached them, they were slaughtered. I took the chance to escape, and bolted to one of the residential streets across from the bus stop. Thank god I knew my way around here. I was far away from that scene of death before the Vampyrs had even finished draining their prey. That was when I began to hate the Vampyrs. I witnessed my first massacre, and I had run instead of died with them. Well, at least I wasn't dead.