Summoned

The letter

The letter sat on the dinning room table and has remained there unopened. My family and I knew what it meant. Girls are picked at birth to be the slaves to the vampires. The qualifications to be a slave are unknown.

However, the parents are groomed, so they know what is expected of them and of their chosen child .

They are to raise us to be pure and kind.

We are not to have any type of male relationship, other than with our immediate family.

We are to wait until a letter is to arrive and this is when we will be given (forced) to leave for our destined life.

Even though I've known about this since I can remember, does not mean I've come to terms about what this means for me. I'm terrified about what will happen. Girls who are brought to the palace are never heard from again.

The supernaturals, the vampires to be more exact have complete control over us "humans". We went to war with them to try and save our humanity.

However, after fighting a vicious 200 hundred year war and using all our resources and brain power we lost miserably. They took over like ease. It was as if they were there the entire time. Like a war hadn't just been fought for many years. In fact restoration of buildings, roads, houses, etc, happened over night.. it was astonishing to say the least.

Since the war, we have been in their debt for sparing what "humanity" we have left. In exchange, we live under their scrutiny and abide by the rules they have laid out.

One being, that young girls are picked for the vampires and god knows what happens to them, and anyone else who luckily wasn't picked can carry out the rest of their life at peace. No monsters lurking in the night. No fear of crimes or murder's.

For the family that the chosen girl is picked from is than blessed with fortune, this is why many feel blessed for their girls to be "chosen".

Lucky for me that's not how my parents felt.

They tried everything, bargaining their own lives to slavery to spare mine. They even tried to bargain with money to ensure that I was not chosen.

However, only in fantasies does dreams come true, and this wasn't one.

I kept spacing out. Knowing the letter meant I only had a limited amount of time with my family left.

It was only my ma, pa, and little sister. Who was luckily not chosen. We didn't bother opening it, since we knew what it included. Their arrival is soon. I didn't want to leave. I had a life here, not there.

But deep down I was utterly scared.

Was it for the unknown or the unexpected.

Could I be what Lilly down the road expects, and be turned into nothing more then a blood slave, or even a sex slave for those bloody half-breeds.

Blood slaves are the worst. Only fed so that one's life can sustain the blood that is withdrawn to keep those blood sucking vamps alive.

I did not want to ponder more about this. Everyone remained quiet, we haven't been able to utter words, because goodbye seemed to unsettling in a time like this.