Tainted Love ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 1

When human greed became too much, we were taken over. Taken over by a species much stronger than us. We fought to regain power of our world when World War III broke out. We could've won, if we could unite. It was every man for themselves. Religion, race, and country divided us.

Now, we're here.

200 years after the war, humans are living in constant fear. Being used for blood and entertainment, or just struggling to survive. Personally, I am not sure why we keep breeding, creating more people to live in this hell. We are a weak species. Being somewhat intelligent many, many years ago made us above every other animal. We came up with weapons and techniques to defend us against danger. But in the end, that meant nothing.

From all the myths that circulated around vampires around 400 or so years ago; we were more surprised than not when we found out that they existed. I heard that people wished they could date vampires, that they were passive. That girls and boys would want to date a vampire, that it would be fine. That they would be fine. But really, vampires are the most violent species; and will stop at nothing to hurt a human.

It all started with the King. He was born in 1995. He was curious with all the movies and speculation with vampires, and being the intelligent man he was; tried turning himself into one. He got himself very ill a lot of the time being around so many chemicals. But after two years of research, when he was 19, he accomplished his goal. Ironically, it was accidental. He was playing with it, and he fell. The chemicals burned his skin, and after a week in the hospital... He started making a quick recovery. By quick, he had chemical burns on his skin and after a week... They vanished. They were there the day before, then when he woke up he was healed. Strong.

He was scared as well. But he kept himself hidden for about 250 years. The world was becoming a wasteland. The world was already in bad shape when he was born, but it was worse. Much, much worse.

He saved the world, but killed everyone who stood in his way.

Of course, that is what I hear. I was only born 2496, and all my information is from rumours. I have never gone to school, but my Mum taught me how to read, write, and told me about the history of our race.

It's a scary thought when some people think about it. One teenager playing with chemicals turning himself into the deadliest thing to ever exist. It makes you think what you could do with the right amount of knowledge with chemistry.

I watch from the window, watching the rioting outside. I hated the vampires. Hated everything that involved them. They are power hungry and vicious. I did not want to mess with them. I was the only one in my family that refused to go out there. What good was it going to do? It was just going to piss them off. A good 5 people die every time they have these riots. I lost my Uncle two weeks ago, and now my family is back out there risking their lives to try and rebel.

I hear the familiar screams of people as I watch the vampires come in. They snap someone's neck, I wasn't sure who. A couple other people were taken, and dragged off. I watch the terrified crowd start to flee. Everyone running in the direction of their homes. Everyone but my Dad and brother. When the crowd was gone, nobody came back to the house.

Mum and Ben were long gone, they fled. My Mum left my Dad a couple months ago. She didn't like the rioting or the danger. She took Ben with her, Jack didn't want to leave. I didn't either.

I slowly get up from the chair I was sitting on and make my way outside. A couple bodies lay dead on the ground, none of them I recognise.

I cross the street and start walking. I see a vampire, picking a human up from the ground. He places him in a van and closes the door. I frown at how disposable they made our race seem.

After fifteen minutes, I give up hope. They're gone, and I have a feeling they weren't coming back.