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Everywhere on planet earth, there lived vampires who were the dominate species. then humans were right below them. only a small percentage were half breeds. The pairing of a vampire and a human was frowned upon, to create a half breed was a challenge and if it were too occur, they were  ostracized.
The pairing, if found out, would be bullied relentless by both kinds. Even a very unlucky few, would be killed, either together or apart, unless one of them was of wealth and could buy there way out.
Vampires controlled the wealth, blood banks, also financial, plus governmental.
Humans controlled farming, manufacturing and everything that they needed. The vampires did not help them. They had to every day, donate a pint of blood, each member of the house old had to go in.
They were paid for one point only 100 dollars. If the family size exceeded 6 people in one house hold, then only 1 each day would have to go in. If less, every one of three family had to go in.
There were a select few, like type naraki who had blood type of o negative, it was a rarity In the world. The humans who had it usually were sold to rich vampires who would then drain them in there entirety. Very few survived the year.
Thay blood was to vampires like a drug to them, they couldn't stop once they received a taste of it.
When type was born, his parents found out he had this blood type.
Worried for there son and not wanting him to be taken and drained. They kept it hidden and when he came off age he had to donate, they found a person they could pay to take there's instead causing them to be very weak everyday.
Has type was younger he could not understand why his parents were so weak and tired all the time, they kept from him the reason, they didn't want him to be concern. Has he grew he found out why his parents were so weak, growing to hate himself, and his blood type he made sure to do every chore, and do anything he could for them, when he turned 16, he got a job to make ends meet and went to school.
Type grew up hating vampires, the few times he had to mingle with them they acted high and mighty, also treated him has if he was less then them. When he was 17, 2 pushed him into going to a alleyway, has they tried to fed upon him, type sprayed illegal contribution into there eyes just to be pushed to the ground and be beaten upon.
If he didn't have this blood, he would have maybe allowed it, however, he felt it would have been an insulate to his parents who worked so hard to keep that fact hidden.
That day type was just lucky they didn't take any blood.
Has he grew, wanting to get a higher pay job to really help his parents he had to mingle with the vampires when he had to work at one of the blood banks, he didn't wish too but it made him more money, that's when he developed his pure hatred for them.
Hearing them talk about humans has cattle, made type wish they would all just die. They were dispicable creatures, deciful and disrespectful.
Over the years, type had seen people die because they couldn't donate any more blood, usually the older folks but some of the younger has well. 
Type started to get into trouble when they would corner human co workers. They would tease them and try to ask them too donate there blood.
Growing a back bone, type wouldn't and couldn't keep his mouth shut and longer. He was reprimanded with lowering his pay every time he spoke up.
Through the years, he went through a few different jobs til he found one that was simple and only for humans, the pay was lousy but he needed it.  By the Age of 25, he was Working in a glass shop, he placed things away to turn to groan.
A vampire was standing before him to the other side of the counter.
The vampire looked type over unimpressed to turn his head, he eyed the glass he needed. They wished they could have found what he needed in his part of the world however vampires didn't work in glass, but left it for the humans.
"I need...."
"Your kind, are not welcome here. You should and need to leave." Type interrupted, placing his arms around his body.
The vampire raised an eye brow to look back at type.
He looked him up and down slowly.
"Excuse me?" He scoffed.
No human ever said such a thing to him before.
"There is no reason for a corpse like you to be in this human store. Your kind are nothing but an infectious disease, rotting this beautiful planet. Now if you please. Get the hell out!"
The vampire lightly chuckled to take a step forward.
Type narrowed his eyes, looked the vampire up and down, he stood his ground happy they had a camera recording everything.
He may hate this kind but type was not afriad of them.
"Do you have any idea who you are talking too, human?"
Type slightly leaned his head forward.
"I don't care. Get out!."
The vampire leaned back.
He eyed the human in fascination. This was the first time ever, he had one talk to him in this manner.
"Mmmm........ Interesting."
The vampire turned to then leave.
Type watched him go with a smile.
After work, he kept eyes in the back of his head, he did not trust vampires.
Going home, he went inside to go straight to his room to take a shower.
Moving the water around, he frowned.
Nasty, disrespectful, cold piece of shit! Why did I have to be in the same room has that thing?
Shaking his head, he turned the shower off to dressed and dried to go to bed to be turned to his side.
Vampires, they are disgusting. The world does not need them. They do nothing but take take take.
Type took a deep breathe in to fall asleep.