Simply Red

Thank you reader, for chooseing this book to read. I hope you enjoy it and check out my other story too. The pic is of Pandit.

- Juniper

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"Day eleven, and still no response. Mary's leg has gotten worse and she breaths only be bubbles. She has yet to open her eyes, and her skin has grown pale. I know what needs to be done, but I cant bring myself to draging her body out the door, and just give her to the blood suckers to eat. I grow weak with the thought but I know that if I dont do it, I will be in the exact same place as Mary....."

Tears brim my eyes as i slowly close the book that once belonged to my great grandfather. He was among the very few humans who escaped the war, But he did not get far. Mary, his best friend, was injured and he had to make sure she would live to see Incorpsus. He stayed behind to care for her, but in the next passing days, she died.

I cut off my train of thought, afraid that it will end in a meltdown, and place the old book back on the shelf in the far end of my square room. I head over to my grey colored bed and bellyflop onto it.

The door to my room opens and a Norm enters. Norms are the vampire workers, useually girls, that tend to the needs of the humans. My personal Norm, Belle, comes in everyday to help me get up and out. She is only a couple years older than me, maby 19 or 20 but she will never get older.

"Time to get up, Pandit. You have studies and breakfest in ten minutes."

Her cheerie voice rings in my ears and slowly lift myself back off of my bed. Unlike me, Belle has long golden hair that is now pulled up into a strict bun, as part of her normal uniform. much like mine, she and all the other Norms wear grey t-shirts and khakis pants. She turns around to face me, her red eyes investigating me, to be sure thaat Im up, then steps forward and gives me a hug. Her kind gestures are among the things that I love about her. Normally the red eyes scare me, but for Belle, thay some what enhance her beauty. She goes back to the door and leaves. She use to say that she would stop talking as much as she useually does when I get closer to being 18 years old. Sadly, she has been true to her word and our convosations last about 2 seconds.

There are two reasons to fear the age of 18, one- I will be sold to some stranger whome is a vampire, two- I will become that vampire's next meal.