The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

Skylar and Jude. Two very different girls, who end up enduring the same battles. Both wounded, with many scars to tell their story. Skylar and Jude are in need of saving. They're each hoping to be rescued-rescued from the ghosts of their pasts; including treacherous ex-boyfriends, gone ex-girlfriends, and a brother who happens to be a criminal. And on the way to recovery, they hope to find love. Can Skylar and Jude find love within each other?

And the only thing I knew for sure, is that I never wanted to hear my nickname spoken in defeat again. That couldn't be the last time I heard it. "Stop that. Fight me. Beg for your life. Something!" I pushed the gun against his temple. His head lolled to the side but returned to its original position. He still wouldn't look up at me as a few stray tears rolled down his face. He trained his gaze on the candle, making his brown eyes glow. "Three hundred and twenty. They were mothers, fathers, and friends. Every single one of them is dead because of me." He murmured. "Their families grieve because I made sure they thought we were dead." This wasn't how this was supposed to go. He was Bellamy Blake, when threatened, he fights back. His life was the only thing he truly cared about. Cutting corners and profiting regardless of the cost. He had become so small and simple that I could define him with only those characteristics. He was as shallow and transparent as the most common puddle. His death was an easy exchange because he lacked basic human decency. He acted purely on impulse, with no extra forethought. He didn't care how his actions affected others. He had to be. His usually demanding, stern voice wabbled. "I killed hundreds but hurt thousands. You grieve because of me. You hurt because of me. I made you into this." \≻≺/ Swearing, fighting, and death (which should be expected with 100 teenagers) \≻≺/ Story is intertwined with the storyline of the 100. I only own Mackenzie Spencer and Grayson Sheridan. \≻≺/ Highest Ranks: #1 in BELLAMY #1 in BELLAMYBLAKE #1 in THE100 #1 in FINNCOLLINS #2 in THE100FANFICTION #1 in UPDATING \≻≺/ TRUE ENEMIES TO LOVERS. SLOWBURN.