In here it's what's on the inside that counts, the dirt and grime doesn't matter, we have to look out for each other, support the group instead of the individual. It's hard to think of others in this environment, but it never ceases to amaze me. We're like ants working together although all hope is lost, towards a distant grater good.
It was this and only this that got me though what happened next.
It started like any other day, the golden light poured thought the metal shutters as the ice cold vampires strode in. Their skin glittered like millions of diamonds mesmerizing me, lulling me into a false sense of security that drew me towards there blood red eyes. The light bounced around the steel walls and affected off the metal cots we slept on, creating an eerie sense of calm amidst the fear.
I shook myself from my trance as a slight commotion stirred on the viewing balcony. At first I ignored it, as it was not unusual for younger vampires to struggle with there self control. But then I noticed the prince of the night.
I had only seen him once before, and for that I was grateful, his name amongst the humans was the bringer of death. The prince of the night was tall with midnight hair that had a blue sheen to it, the dark circles under his eyes were more pronounced than any I had ever seen. No-on knew his real name, the rumours that surrounded him, enveloped him in an air of mystery that suited his statue like manner. Some said he had once been a true vampire prince, but others claimed the Volturi never existed.
The prince of the night was in charge of overseeing several human farms though-out the county. He was called the bringer of death because he was the only vampire allowed to turn humans. It was for this reason we dreaded him, on his last visit he had taken around four men to join his guard, although they seemed to be picked at random.
But today he pushed his way though the stunning beings toward the front of the balcony, closely pursued by a vampire I had never seen before. He was slightly shorter than the prince of the night, but had an air of superiority he was clearly important. His black cloak billowed out to reveal a gold silk lining, and the hood covered half his face as if he was scared of being recognised. Although I couldn't see his eyes, he seemed to be struggling with some sort of internal battle, unlike so many stubborn vampire that pass though the human farm daily, this mouth would open as if to speak but his tongue would fall silent, torturing himself.
Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next, not a thousand years of watching this, greater race that ruled over us with a granite fist, not seeing families torn apart by hungry red eyes nor the venom dripping from a monsters tongue glistening with blood readied me.
We were called to halt as the prince of the night reached the barrier, separating him from our pathetic world. We filed into line as the second hooded vampire fell into place at his side. The raven haired prince whispered a few word so f encouragement or what looked like them, as it was only loud enough for vampire hearing.
Then in the single action that could destroy my existence the prince's mysterious guest raised his silk clad arm and pointed directly at my mother. His hidden eye pointed to the floor.
Of what happened next I cannot be sure, bystanders claimed my mother collapsed crying as I just stood there, expressionless. I remember panic growing with the lump in my throat, grubby hands reaching for me as pale stone hands reached for my mother, yanking her to her feet.
Those were my last memories of her, and I was alone.