Twisted Turmoil

Centuries ago, the supernatural decided to come out of hiding. It sparked a war, both sides suffering until they came up with a treaty. All species signed it. The werewolves took most of the western side and south America, leaving the Vampires the eastern side. Witches and humans intermixed, some preferred the solitude the forests provided while others liked the constant movement of the cities. There were stories of others, the fae and merfolk. They had long since died out during the war. Only a few years into the treaty, the vampires had grown greedy. They wanted more control and took power. They left limited freedom to humans, making most slaves. Rare blood types began to run low so a breeders program was established, forcing everyone of the desired blood type to have at least two children. Pets formed out of this program as the demand for them grew. Pets never survived long, at most maybe a year. I open my eyes again slowly and remember the years my parents had tried hiding me.

Rogues were unheard of and even more rare as a pet. We were considered untrainable and stubborn which made me thankful for getting to grow outside of the city walls. I'd been caught almost three years ago and sold at an auction. My unusual hair and rare blood type drew attention of the owner of this tiny shop. I refused to call him my master, which infuriated him to no end.

I relax my cramped muscles from the tight space and continue staring out the barrier to freedom. Soft snores and quiet shifts from the girls filled the silence. I took comfort from their presence even though I refused to get to know most. I brought my gaze back to the endless sight in front of me, wishing I could follow those stars into the night....