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Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Fantasy · #1650259
My name is misuki I was human but not any more. Come let me tell you of true sorrow.
Prologue



In my years I have yet to age. My life has been a continuous cycle in which I feel no need for human food I can’t sleep. For every night I lay to try and I close my eyes their faces flash before me. Their blood washes over my hands, their screams echo in my ears then there is his voice. I can never forget that reached voice! How simply he took away everything I loved. Everyone I knew, and loved. How he laughed as he said the words that would haunt me for life.” Another mouth to feed off of the rebels!” Those word the first I heard as a vampire. Those words that would repeat in my head every night till I would no longer attempt sleep. As I was left to soak in my family’s blood pool. ~

Alive and alone never to be the same.

Chapter 1

My name is Misuki I have no last name for I was born while humans served the vampire nobles. I use to have a family, a life, a home much like you probably have. My mothers name was Amelia she was tall and had long black hair and tan skin she loved me. If I ever refused an order she would beat me and would not be welcome on my bunk. Then I would sleep on the ground where rats loved to chew on my clothing. I never knew my father because he was picked as an outré for the vampire hoard.

I was four when the humans rebelled we found that they are venerable to water. We found how it burns their skin when they’re hit with it. We started plans to over through our masters. First we would save any water we were given. Next we held secret meetings via note through our cages to plan an escape. Finally we had to steel the keys to the cages and chains. I was assigned this job because I was smallest of the children. I could try to squeeze myself through the bars.

Night fell and I was able to make my move as the vampires went out to hunt. Squeezing through the bars was a little difficult but I made it. Now all that was left was to find the keys. I started my search in the armory taking a dagger just incase I got caught in a trap. I searched high and low until I found it finally in the master’s chambers next to his bed. Thank goodness I thought to my self. As I started to head back though I realized I was being followed. I started to run as I did so I dropped my dagger. Faster and faster I ran then I heard a wire trip followed by a yelp. I turned around and there hung a small wolf pup she was light blue and orange eyes. “Don’t worry I’ll help you down.” I said in a hushed voice. I ran back and got my dagger and cut her down. She must have been one of the master’s snacks’ who had escaped. “Sonya, I think I’ll call you Sonya.” I whispered. We made the trip back together avoiding traps and guards.

As soon as we got back it was time for us to start our escape. I freed everyone and gave them instructions to the water tanks where we had stashed the water from feeding time. Mother led all of those unfit to fight out a tunnel we had built before. When the masters returned I heard there screamed for the guards to look for us. Then there was a scream we had taken out the guards.

We ran like hell for days when we finally escaped we made camp on a small Island. Sonya was so tired from running she passed out for three days. We had finally escaped. Thank god!

The next month was hec we set up camp by a mountain in the forest. We survived by hunting animals such as wild beasts that had horns. The beasts with horns rand and leapt with such grace! However, we all needed the food and the horned beasts were the biggest animals and could feed at least four families.

I remember once I caught one, and it shrieked such a horrible shriek as if to give its soul to the clouds in one final noise. I felt sorrow for the beast my arrow hadn’t caught it through the heart or head. My arrow was lodged in its throat. I moved quickly to finish the kill, but that shriek of agony and, pain will always stay with me. Sonya even showed sorrow for the beast and shuttered at the cry.

That night as I laid in my sleeping quarters something felt off to me. The air seemed still. The night seemed quiet to a point of wrongness. No crickets chirped. No wind gently rocked the trees. The night felt empty. Sonya usually snoring small wolf snores even fell silent. It was like the calm before a storm, the final moments before a disaster, the peace before a war.

It amazes me how I didn’t see it coming. Sometimes I think the horned beast was warning me of soon to be realized fears. I didn’t sleep that night. I just sat and listened hoping for some form of reassuring sound that life went on. That things would get better, but the sound never came. Many people think a silent night is better than a noisy one but in truth it is the silence that slowly kills a person.

Silence that can be cut with a knife its so thick is horrifying. Silence that is so quiet you wish that it would cease to ring so deafening in your ears. For fear you may be absorbed into its murky depts. This was the kind of silence I experienced. So, do not think I whine over a quiet night but, know that I fear the silent night.



Chapter 2



Now here we are where our story begins. I awoke to the sounds of our warning system. Sonya was missing and I could already hear the sound of battle out side of my sleeping quarters. I was six at this time, but I was able to grab my weapon, and with that I ran to the hellish sight that would alter my life forever. The air smelt wrong on this night. When I reached the fight I must’ve looked pale as a ghost for what I saw was this; the vampires had at least a million fighters, my camp I knew for a fact only consisted of twenty people (we had arrived two years earlier with a hundred, but many chose to go their own way and some had died of the flew). I saw humans fighting a battle impossible to win and I saw my mother face to face with a strong looking male vampire. I ran to help.

I know that I was out matched but I had to try mother wasn’t the best but she was all I had. I attacked from behind and I landed my blow on the back if his neck. It had no effect he turned to me green eyes aglow and laughed. My mother screamed to me.

“Misuki Run Now!!” but she was to late. The male caught me by my hair and proceeded to bite me. My humanity had started to slip away. I remember my feelings at this point in time.

At first there was pain. Scorching and unlike anything you could ever imagine. One might put the pain like this. Its like giving birth while on fire shot with an arrow through the heart and your starving literally. You cant escape yourself, you wont die or pass out nothing eases it. All you can do is scream for it to stop and wail.

Next there is the hunger. The pain stops so suddenly its like hitting a brick wall. You cant think all you can do is find food in the form of your new liquid diet. I found my mother. It was like I wasn’t me any more. I was only a rage filled beast. I grabbed my mother by her neck drew her closer and fed. I drank her dry, my own mother dead by my hands right after I had fought so hard to save her. Killing her was my consequence for not being strong nor smart enough to protect my own family.

The final stage was regret for what I had done. That was when in a pool of blood I wept. My hair is now silver my eyes blood shot and bright blue. When I looked up the look on the face of that... that monster was nothing more than pleasantly surprised. I looked around me all of those I knew were dead mother and Sonya included all of the vampires stood still and the male responsible for all of this laughed and uttered the words-

“Well, well looks like we have a diamond from this ruin. Another mouth to feed of the rebels!” with that they left me to revel in the pool of my families blood. No longer human, and completely alone.

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