No one wants to be hunted.
Their whole lives.
Haunted.
Their whole lives.
And I was born into a fleeting lost bloodline of vampires and unending bloodlust.
They say we used to rule the world, our kind superior than any monsters lurkin' day and night.
But now, I don't understand why am I running bare, stripped and parched.
They say there are many of us.
I bet they've hid themselves well
or,
they may have been captured and experimented, killed by the scheming humans.
or,
they may have been cold, lifeless, their bones mixed with the grains of the sand.
No matter what, I am never ending up on either ground. The damn world shall see to that.
Chapter 1
Why do I have to be born. When everyday, the world tries to kill me, anyway.
“You killed them.”
I did. N
