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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There was this old man in the village that had a collection of sea shells. No one knew where he had found them all. He would walk around with the shells in his hands. Whenever some of the children would ask him for one he would refuse. One day I found a blue shell on the beach. The old man noticed the shell and he almost attacked me trying to get it. I fell over and so did the shell. He bent down to pick it up, but soon realized that his hands were too full. He could not fit another shell into either of them.
I dreamt of a happier time with my sister and mother. I dreamt of a time when laughter came easily to me. I dreamt of Elize who I thought was my one true love at one point. I dreamt of the stories my mother told me of my father when I was younger. I dreamt of a time when I still thought that my father was my greatest hero. I dreamt of Estelle and Godfrey. I dreamt about Alistair and the Work Station. I dreamt about George and Alice. I dreamt of the future I once thought possible with Elize in Westwood.
I dreamt about that day in Westwood; that day when my whole village was burnt to the ground. That day they tortured my mother and sister in front of me and made me watch.
I dreamt of a possible future with Ami that will never happen. I dreamt of darkness and the sound of screams and being picked up off of the metal bed.
I dreamt of flying.
In the darkness I could hear broken pieces of conversation.
"We cannot remove the brands Sir; they were made by a new type of needle. In order to remove them they would have to remove large pieces of his skin which could....The other scars are also not removable Sir...Extensive scarring on chest...Most likely damage to the brain...Considerable damage to the.....Will not be able to have children....Might not be responsive if we bring him back out of the self-induced coma....He has been there for six months Sir and the extreme nature of torture he..."
I got mad all of a sudden. They were probably a bunch of vampires inspecting me so that I could be sold again and Arya had only made some cruel joke to leave me there.
"Do it! Wake him up..."
"Yes Sir...He is most likely going to be very confused..."
It felt as if though the air had been knocked out of me and as if though I was falling. When I woke up I gasped and fell off the bed. I instinctively went to the corner of the room that I was in. The room was completely dark except for a lamp on the far side of the room.
My head ached and I held onto it tightly.
I shook my head and I pulled my knees close to my chest. At least I had clothes on I noted. While I was laying there in the Harvesting Farm I had noticed that all of the humans, including me, had been completely naked, as if though any form of pride or self-worth we had left, had to be stripped away.
Where am I? How did I get here? Did Estelle find me? I kept asking myself a wide range of questions over and over.
"Calm down. We will not hurt you..." Someone crouched down in front of me to my level. It was a muscular man. His voice sounded kind of raspy and oddly familiar. I noticed beads of sweat running down his forehead. The sweat is what gave it away. He was definitely not a vampire. Vampires do not sweat, but that did not mean that I was safe. I looked down and I ignored the man.
