It all began with a man named Jonathan Martin!

*author's note*

Hi my name is Sheena, and this is my first story I've put on here. This is a work in progress, so...yeah.

Copyright For Sheenaisawesome or Sheena Weiss

So no stealing!

Epilogue

It all began with a man named Jonathan Martin. He was a big shot, with more power than even the president could dream of. He was like the Donald Trump of our society, he was extremely intelligent and good looking and because of this his face covered every magazine, newspaper, television screen, and Movie Theater. Everyone thought Jonathan was great, but then the shit hit the fan. There was something evil coming, something that no one could have predicted. All of the things that were known as myth were true and the hidden underbelly of the world shown. No one thought that these things were real until everything broke apart and was destroyed. The most dangerous of them all thought where the vampires, they were hidden within our society, always there yet unknown. Everyone with high roles in government or entertainment were showing themselves as vampires, and though it began with rumors, whispered in bars, clubs, the people in alleys, the rumors where proven true as the bodies began to pile up. You can probably guess this now but Jonathan Martin was a vampire, the King of the Vampires to be exact. He and his vampire friends took over everything running the world with an iron fist. Their total lack of disregard for human life left human's as a form of food and nothing more. Our blood was drained, taken from us by force and our bodies left to decay on the streets. We were nothing, and soon we became hard to find. This caused an issue with the Vampires without a food source they were killing each other to get a better chance at finding food. This is why Jonathan decided to collect humans, putting them into factories and farms, taking only a fraction of blood and hoping to help us 'breed' to create more livestock. Us humans were hunted and most survived only in the farms. We were alone and dying.

Chapter One

I should say that these vampire's where not the sparkly kind that pine over teenage girls and drink rats. They are deadly evil creatures that destroy things without a second though. They are the most destructive creatures the worlds have ever known, they surpass humans in every way, some even going so far as to say that they are Gods.

My name is Kiera Louis and I am one of the few humans left in the cities. I live in my 'natural habitat'. My family and I have been running from vampires for months now, staying away from the large cities that they inhabited and walking through woods that never seemed to end. We were hiding out in an old cabin, it has hidden between two mountains and didn't have electricity or running water, it was perfect. I was beginning to love it there-not that I was suppose to-everything about it was amazing, there was a wood burning stove and large thick blankets made of wool. It was a great old house and the longer we stayed there the more attached to it I became. I spent my days doing odd jobs to insure our safety and supply our resources, always careful because we never knew when they'd start traveling to a more secluded place. Though vampires they were very similar to us in that they still appreciated a change in scenery.

We where all getting comfortable, living our sad existences with little to know knowledge of what was going on in the outside world, we lived in a snow globe, eternally afraid of almost everything. But then someone wandered into our lives causing us to look into the face of all of the horrors we were hiding from. This is when Lysander came into my life.

Chapter two

I was sitting on a window seat reading one of the books that the original owner had left behind. It was a really good one by an author called John Green, I remember hearing about him before the up roar but apparently I was to 'busy' to spend my time on this. So far it was the best book that I've read and everything about it was making me miss the old times. My mom was busy hemming clothing found in the closets, making it useable for us, my father sitting next to her cleaning old shot guns. They'd whisper when they thought I wasn't listening both trying to figure out how to keep us alive. Before the attacks began we were a large family, I had four brothers and one sister, two from my father's previous marriage. Now it's just me and my parents. We used to think that my sisters where still alive, they where twins and were living on a small farm in Texas, but a month ago when we traveled across the country to find them we learnt that I was the only one left. I was in college before this, but as soon as things got crazy I traveled home to be with my parents, I was always a cautious person and this scarred me. I stayed home and sat waiting as each of my siblings stopped calling then disappeared all together. I was the youngest, and the only one left now. To say that they were over protective would be the understatement of the century.