Chapter ten
Two months after the group left Aunty Ruth on the long trek to Lady Evanna's…
Day 6289, still fucked.
Vampire Mountain hasn't been the same since Larten and the others escaped. Security has tightened to stupid amounts. You can't take a shit without the vampaneze knowing. There is no privacy anymore. The cubicles in the bathrooms are doorless now and they watch you while you pathetically empty your bowels before them in the most humiliating way as possible. Rooms are checked every four hours now with random inspections happening in between. I heard they castrated that Staffen boy for having contraband pornography in 'is coffin. Wouldn't surprise me either; these purple skinned bastards are merciless you see.
We've been marked now, tattooed on our wrists with numbers, and before we go to work they assemble you in your work forces, looking you straight in the eye to see if you're gonna last another day workin'. If they think you're too weak you're fucked; throat slit wide open as your body drops before your fellow vampires who are too fuckin' scared and broken to look at your body cause them vamaneze'll slit their throats open as well. The dead get scored off their number lists so they can keep tally of who they still have. Them bastards are getting cunning, that's for sure.
They want us dead, you see. Somethin's got them in a twist. After Tiny visited them an then the escape they've been worried. You can see it in their eyes; they've grown frightened. Sometimes I catch'em watchin' me workin' and I swear they are 'fraid. It's that nervousness. They think we can't see it but we do.
Rations are being reduced too. They want us weak but only just week. They want us to be workin productively but at the same time they want to control us better. The blood's getting less and less too now. You can taste the putrid water they're using to dilute it. They think we're stupid but we know the difference.
They've added somethin' in the blood too. It's a bad thing. We can taste it. Its infecting us all, making us more susceptible to illness. It's like a disease. We're all dying o' cold an diarrhoea an other illness that humans in third world countries die o'. Or treatment here is subhuman. We are like rats to them. Nothin but vermin to exterminate.
That's what this is. They want us exterminated after we've finished workin' for them.
I hope the cave ins get me before they do.
I don't think I'm gonna last to see them get their just desserts but I'm gonna try. I want to see that blonde haired traitor bastard rot in hell for what he's gone and done to his people, his fellow vampires. He's disgusting, that Kurda but I'm glad that Larten, Arra, Darren and Gavner's escapes have him all worked up. You can see it in his eyes, he's afraid.
Maybe they'll find Vancha? I fucking hope they do. We need our Prince more than ever now. Even a word from 'im would be enough to give us all that ounce o' energy we need to lift them boxes, cart that rock, dig free the bodies of those lost in cave ins.
If I don't make it to the next extract and somehow we, the vampire race, survive this shitty affair I want Gavner Purl offered my job as games master. That one's got somein' about 'im, a greater presence. If he doesn't become a great leader I want him to take up my duties.
To whoever reads this,
Even in Death may we Vampires be Triumphant.
Vanez Blane
Games Master.