Hunter ✔

Lilith

My father left when I was five. He would visit now and again, but he never stayed longer than a few hours. The clearest memory I have of him is where he took me fishing in the ocean. We did not catch a single fish, but it was amazing to spend that time with my dad. I was still a kid so our conversation was not very complex. I do remember one thing he told me; "Remember Hunter sometimes secrets are kept to protect the people we love." I remember not really understanding what that meant. My mother would often get mad at me when I lied about something, yet my father told me the opposite. I wondered what secret could be powerful enough to hurt people.

The Vendurian guards came at night when no one expected it and took all of the slaves.

All of us were tied up and thrown into a cage. I smelled the foul scent of skin burning and smoke as I heard George scream as he was being executed for being Human Sympathizer. The smell and the screams instantly brought me back to Westwood. I felt a great wave of sadness come over me at the thought of someone as kind and caring as George having to suffer. It felt like surely death and torment followed me wherever I went.

We were stripped of all of our clothes and then we were chained together. We were marched to the centre of one of the nearest cities where we were chained separate from each other to this big stone structure. We were hung up by our arms and we were left there. One after the other vampires would come and "toy" with us. Some would hit us repeatedly, some would bite us and some would electrocute us.

I had to watch as they broke every single bone in Joseph's body who hung next to me. Allot of the slaves died and their bodies were left there to rot. The filth around us got worse and worse.

The vampires found great joy in torturing us publicly. I figured that they enjoyed it more because there was a label on the stone structure saying that we had been owned by Human Sympathizers.

On the third day a strange looking female vampire paid attention to me. She had dark brown hair that curled and dark grey eyes. She approached me specifically. Her dress was pitch black and her boots went up towards her thighs. I was carved with cuts and bruises. She lifted my head and traced a finger on my left cheek. She pushed my head down and touched the horse shoe and the four leaf clover then she traced her finger on my wrist and lastly the name Estelle on my chest. Her touch made me want to throw up.

"Can you fight?" I shook my head no. I have never been much of a fighter. I tried to get training in fighting and self-defense on my father's orders when I was younger, but what did any of it matter against a vampire in anyway?

"He will do" She nodded and I felt the chains snap loose as I fell on the ground. One of the vampires lifted me up by my hair and dragged me towards a black van. They tied up my hands, blind-folded me and tied my mouth shut with a belt. I was rather mercilessly flung into the van.

They drove for about a half an hour and when we stopped someone dragged me forwards. They took the blindfold off and I noticed that I was in what looked like a training room. I saw a bunch of slaves all lined up against a stone wall. All of them were chained to the wall by their left foot.

I wondered what this place could possibly be for. They undid the belt around my mouth and I flexed my jaw. In one fast movement they threw me to the floor. I felt the sudden pain as someone started branding me again. They branded me with a black rose on my lower back. They untied me and threw new clothes at me and told me to get dressed.

They chained me to the wall next to the other slaves. The grey eyed vampire came in and walked towards me.

"Welcome to the Underground. This is where vampires come to watch humans beat each other up...even kill each other..." I swallowed. This was barbaric. Making humans fight each other? Kill each other?