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Prophecy.

Summary:
Vampires rule the world. we are their slaves, their pets, their lunch. but what happens when we become their lovers? Thank you Moonspinner. Your banner was voted top!


Notes:
Vampire's have taken over the world. Also, the normal vampires are in this book but also the moonlight vampires (Moonlight, tv series). please don't think i'm insane. these are what they are like.


1. Chapter 1

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I lay in the basement, very still. Even so, they would find me. My mother was there as well, my sister lying next to her. Then we heard the door being ripped off. Banging, clattering down the hall. Smashing. Then a pause, as though someone was inhaling. Then the door of the basement creaked open.

“Come out. We won’t hurt you,” said a soft, musical voice. My sister moved.

“No Lizzie” she stood up and walked up the stairs. Seven years old, her eyes filled with fear and hope.

“Hello child” said the man at the door.

“Hello”

“What’s your name?”

“Lizzie Brooks” he took her hand and led her away. Then the screaming began.

“No!” yelled my mum. Suddenly he had hold of her, pinning her against the wall by her throat.

“You’ll pay for what you did,” he said, before sinking her teeth in her throat. She struggled. The last thing she saw was his murderous red eyes. I tried not to cry as I lay. My sister was dead. My mum was dead. And vampire’s ruled the world.

6 years later

I was in a facility. Waiting for my time. Eventually, I would either become a slave, or lunch. Everyday was the same. I was currently seated on my bed. It was a small bunk bed in the corner of the white room. It looked like an asylum, inside and out. A bell rang. I got up and stood at the end of my bed. Same old routine. Inspection, breakfast, lessons, lunch, recreation, tea, bed. Everyday identical, only ever changed when someone was taken away or added. I wondered if today would be that way. My door swung open. There was only me in this room, my last roommate had been taken away a month ago. I was already thinking about what I would do during recreation. I would have loved to go outside. But I hadn’t seen the sun in years. I had lived on a farm when my family was alive. I had never met my dad. It had always been me, mum, Lizzie, Daisy, Uncle Mark, Aunt Lucinda and their daughter Sophia. We had lived in two separate farmhouses but we worked together. I worked hard at school. I helped look after Lizzie, Daisy and Sophia. I enjoyed my life. Even though the vampire’s were in charge, as long as we didn’t go into the woods, we were fine. If you went into the woods or a forbidden area, you were dead. You might as well dig a grave. Then, for no reason, the vampire’s attacked our house. They were searching for something, or someone. Lizzie and mum had been killed. Uncle Mark, Aunt Lucinda and Sophia’s house was burnt to the ground. Daisy was still alive. In the facility. She was nine years old, with black hair that she kept in a plait. She once had rosy cheeks but they had faded. Probably for the best, considering the vampires.

“Hello Katherine” said the nurse pleasantly. I looked at her. She was human; Vampire’s didn’t do these jobs. Way to low down for them.

“Hello”

“How are you today?” she said as she inspected my room.

“Fine. Is anything interesting happening today?”

“Not that I know of, but who knows! Vampire’s are so unpredictable” she laughed. Then she nodded.

“Get down to the food hall” I did as I was told. I stopped at the mirror. One wall in the corridor was entirely made of mirrors. My hair was blonde and it blended with my white t-shirt and skirt. All the clothes were the same. Boys had trousers, girls had skirts, all uniform in style, colour etc. I carried on walking and reached the food hall. I joined the queue for breakfast. Cornflakes. Same as everyday. I was glad I didn’t have allergies. People with allergies, or people who complained about lunch, quickly ended up becoming lunch. I sat at an empty table and gazed into my bowl. My friends sat next to me. Same old routine.