The life of a vampire is something that humans from all over the globe wonder about. I have read all sorta of book stating all of their theories of how vampires cam to be and how we fit into evolution. Some people think we were around before people but in reality we didn't exist until a few hundred years after the first humans walked the earth. Vampires have had names thrown around for as long as we can remember, supernatural beings, demons, bloodsuckers, the whole shebang but in actuality we are simply "the walking dead." Many of us had to die just as humans do but in a strange turn of events cam back to life with "special powers" as these human folk would say. As vampires we still aren't sure of how our existence began but there are many folk legends that attempt to explain it but who knows how it really happened.
I hear about all the myths and legends they made up about us. I heard that many of my ancestors were very clever and made up many of those myths so they could cover up the fact that they themselves were vampires. For a start, we do have a reflection, we can be just as religious as ye faithful Christian (some of us are even in Buddhism), we don't turn into ashes when we step into sunlight, we aren't repelled by garlic. Matter of fact we actually quite like eating it on most of our food, yes i said it, food. We eat food just like normal people and only when starved for many weeks we feel the need for blood. The only other time we feed on human blood is fr lust. They don't die but there is an unbreakable bond between the victim and the vampire. Blood lust is forbidden, the consequences not spoken of because they are so horrible. People shouldn't be as scared of us as they are but even if some of us cam out and told the truth we wouldn't be able to break centuries of the lies that our ancestors have layed out to protect us.
Things in the vampiric would were difficult;t to understand. Love was forbidden and hate was common amongst covens. Vampires were allowed to interact with humans as long as they created no emotional bond or link with them. Even being a friends with anyone of the mortal persuasion is a disgrace and punishment for such an act is taken very seriously.
Within covens there are 2 different types of vampiric cliques if you will. There are the forum natus and dimidium sanguinuis fot he born vampire and half bloods/ The forum natus vampires are just as the name would state, born vampires. The dimidium sanguinuis of half bloods are those who at one point in their life have been turned. For a reason which vary front just being in the midst of a vampire when they are hungry enough o kill of they simply knew too much. Information revealed to the public is limited but if if for some reason someone finds something to blackmail us with they are immediately turned because they wouldn't risk being killed since they would not only be turning the whole vampiric empire but also themselves.
Today was the one day of the year that i dreaded the most. The humans were coming on a feild trip to the academy. WHy my father allows such rubbisg i will never know. My father is the leader of our coven, he has the power to sttop such events but he decided to continue the tradition. I swear when i become coven leader this is going to stop. All they do i gawk at us and treat us like we are subjects for them to srudy. Scum, if only they knoew how much more advanced we were than them. They wouldnt be so quick to critisise us if they knew just how easily i could snap them in half. I refuse to be part of such a facade so i usually hide in the main hall which was strictly off limits to any human the entered the grounds.
I sat up in bed, running my hand through my knotted bed hair. I sighed at the thought of being bored in the main hall all day but it was the only thing that i could do to stay awak from those vile creatures. I heard voices downstais in the foyer and knew that my father was discussing business with the coven security. He releyed the rules for them every year. I had no idea why, most of them had been doing security for this kind of stuff before my father took over as king.
I slumped into my en suite and pulled a comb through my hair watching it naturally shape itself. I walked into my closet and grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and a Metallica shirt. I wasn't in the mood to wear what my father would call "professional", i just wasn't to be comfortable. i wasn't feeling very hungry so i skipped breakfast. i slipped on my yellow converse and trudged down the spiraling stairs with a book and a bottle of water. It was my plan to be discreet and head straight for the hall, even thought there was still half an hour before the gates were open i didn't want to take any chances, when i stumbled upon the king. He looked down at my trying to intimidate me, it didn't work. I rolled my eyes and maneuvered around him when i felt a grip on the back of my shirt.
"What!" i spun around forcing my father to release my shirt.
"Why aren't you dresses son?" he bellowed.
"I am dressed dad. i refuse to be involved in this stupid event so if you don't mind i will be on my way." i turned and walked away.
"As you please." i heard disappointment in his voice but he knew as well as i didn't that i thought this was stupid.
