Fighting. Always fighting. I was a lazy and vapid southern girl, used to watching the slaves do all the work. Now I was fighting for my life among other newborns. Their crazed faces, swimming in my memory, caused me to wince. I wasn't meant to be a killer. Then again, I hadn't chosen this life.
I had been forced into it.
"Come on, Lucy," Maria snarled. "We're almost there. You need to prepare yourself. Remember what Jasper told you."
The man she was talking about immediately shot me a dirty look when he felt my wavering loyalty to Maria.
I blocked those thoughts out when the vampires came into sight and our army began to charge. This was survival of the fittest.