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

C'est un métier que beaucoup désirent faire. C'est peut-être l'argent, la reconnaissance, voir le côté artistique qui fait un peu fantasmer. Mais celui qui est chanteur ,là, il est loin de vivre une vie de rêve. Pourtant il a tout. Une belle maison, des fans...Mais ça fait longtemps que cela ne l'amuse plus vraiment. Hors scène, les sourires ne sont plus réels, il boit, se drogue et couche certainement un peu trop. Rien ne va plus, ça sombre doucement. Tout semble inutile, rien n'a d'importance. Un jour, Livaï se fait agresser chez lui. Nous passerons les détails mais il fallut prendre la décision d'un garde du corps rapproché à domicile. Celui-ci connait bien cet idole. D'ailleurs, il est plutôt fan. La déception sera grande. Il verra très vite la face sombre de ce gars, déprimé et seul qui a tendance à être un peu trop proche de lui quand il boit. Sans compter cette volonté naissance de ce chanteur à tout plaquer pour s'enfuir. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ceci est un omegaverse ! Et c'est Eren le dominant ! Je publie tout les lundi matin sauf à certaines occasions, mais ça sera justifié la veille si pas avant ! Bonne lecture ! ☆〜（ゝ。∂）