This is my story.
This is how I, Hunter Cross, became a slave.
This is not a story where a human falls in love with a vampire.
This is a story of pain, of abuse, of fear, of blood and dirt.
As you read this you can already assume that I made it...
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Outside of our house in the forest my mother had a bunch of different wind chimes. They were different sizes and different colours. She spent hours arranging them in exactly the right order. Every time the wind blew it would make this strange and aluring melody. It always captivated me and calmed me down. I asked her once what the melody was and she told me that it was an old lullaby called Hush Little Baby. I asked her to sing it to me and she laughed and said that she used to sing it to me every night when I was a baby. I told her that I did not remember it. She told me how we only had enough place for a certain amount of memories in our brain and how you chose subconsciously which memories to keep and which to leave behind. She sang it to me and I can clearly remember her voice. I find that her voice haunts me at night when I try to sleep.
After what happened at my first job I did not want to talk to anyone. I did not want to eat. I did not want to drink anything. I just wanted to curl into a small little ball, like when I was a little kid, and die. I wanted all of this to be nothing but a nightmare. I wanted to disappear.
I knew that a part of me was being foolish but I did not care. All I wanted to do was sleep and never wake up, but every time I closed my eyes I was plagued by horrific images.
I kept seeing all of those dead bodies. I smelt them. Even though they had washed the filth and dirt off me it still felt as if though my hands were dirty. I just felt completely useless and helpless. I find that maybe my soul was tarnished.
I flinched as someone sat next to me.
"You have to eat something. If Alistair notices that you are not eating he will force you and believe me you do not want that." I hesitated and moved to sit with my back against the wall with Ami next to me. I took a small piece of bread from Ami and a small cup of water.
"It will all work out. At least we are not alone." I stared out at the other slaves. Some of them were eating while others were sleeping. I did not have the heart to tell her that we looked pathetic. How would anything in my life ever be okay again?
"I just cannot believe that they can be so heartless"
"Some of them are born that way I guess. Others were made that way before it became against the law. I presume the made vampires did not want to be monsters either. For a long time I hated them, but later on I came to realize that the fact that I hated them made me just like them. Anger and wanting for vengeance has a way of killing the beholder. That in itself is a death sentence. Instead I chose to pity them. I am not going to let them take away my soul...that which makes me human..." I looked at her and took a bite from the piece of bread she had given me. My throat was scratchy and dry.
"You do not have to talk if you do not want to Hunter. Sometimes it is nice to have a friend though." Ami smiled at me and despite myself I almost smiled back. It is a dangerous thing to have family and friends in a world such as this. I do not necessarily see it as a weakness, but I think that it is a threat. I finished the bread and the water silently as I sat next to Ami contemplating the concept of actually having a real friend. It would be nice to not have to feel so alone.
