Supernatural!

Chapter 1~Home

Hunger, Strength, Survival, Shelter.All that was desired in this Dystopian world, that we have to suffer in. Supernatural beings have came and taken over the world, Vampires, Werewolves to be exact. The lands that we so called home were now a raging battlefront. Humans still exist, however they are put into shelters the worst. Living with other stinky, frail people, I was separated from my family, but I had one friend who was with me...since 6 months ago, he was taken, I hope Gabe is still alive by now, I doubt. Every 3 months there are selections, the day your lives changed, In my shelter is a Vampire Refuge where Vampires choose humans as there Vaik (weapon) or Servant For the wars. Werewolf Shelter humans are used for food, inevitable death, I'd say. Unfortunately tomorrow's that..day. I want to stay here as long as I can, this run down place. We can't even escape, collars that shock us if we are 50 ft away from the shelter. Flea infested beds, no blanket, sleep wasn't even an option. I lie down on the bed at look at the ceiling, Please God, let me last once longer. I close my eyes and tear to sleep.
   
Jaxson...Jaxson….Jaxson! I hop up. A guard guard grabs me and yells “Get ready damn rascal! Yer Late!” I scurry down the halls, showering and putting on a uniform, then line up. My heart rate increases rapidly as Many Vampires pass by and examine all of us. I hear screams of people being taken away quickly. “20 remaining!” the auctioneer said. Most of the bloodsuckers left but some were still precarious. One takes a deep look at me, his whitest white skin, crimson eyes and black smooth hair. He looked young and was odd from the others. “Can I see the birth certificate of this one?” he questioned. Handed the papers he read. Jaxson Tanner, age 14, Blood Type: O-. My knees shook faster than sound. “Any Diagnostics?” He asked the Shelter Owner. “No, he was recently check out by the doctor, and he drinks the formula the most out of the shelter.” Fuck, I knew I shouldn't have drank what they gave me, it was the only food we had, I thought. “Alright, I buy this one.”
   My breathing stopped, I glanced and saw the auctioneer raise the starting price, 100$ for A going once? goin--- 400$raise from letter B going once? Going twice? SOLD! For 400$. The Strange Vampire look back at me, and clipped a hook to my collar, c'mon buddy. You got a new home. He was too strong, I was dragged to a car, thrown in. I look around, 2 other guys around my age were there, but knocked out. I saw their name tags, Damien, and N-- the rest was covered in blood. I sit silently, the Vampire drove a long drive to a large mansion, “God, finally home~.” He said while stretching out of the car. All three of our leashes were being pulled easily. As the door opened, we regretted striving to live back "home