The Pet
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10 years ago everything changed. 10 years ago something came and took over lives. After we lost The Blood War, a war between humans and vampires. Yes, vampires the creatures that could drain every drop of blood in your body. They took over and changed everything. Now the land of Illia is split into three groups. Royals Servants Pets Royals were obviously the vampires, they ruled all of Illia. Men were given the job as servants. Servants had it pretty good . Well not good but they had food and decent places to live. Servants get to live in the castle due to them helping royals in day to day life. The women however were the pets. Pets are the lowest of the three. You basically had all your freedom ripped away from you. From the moment the war ended women were thrown into cages with collars around your neck waiting for the dreadful day to be bought. Once bought you were the vampires personal blood bag. I was 8 years old when I was torn away from my family and thrown into a cage. I haven't seen the outside world since. My family was killed right on sight so I have been alone for 10 years in the very same cage. Until today, when he walked in.
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What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?

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