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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Apr 17, 2015
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Paranormal
The first month after vampires told us they were real wasn’t really much different than the months before it. I had shifts at work, friend crises that needed to be averted, and my love life was relatively nonexistent. From the outside, it probably looked like everything was the same as always, which would have been the second biggest lie on the planet. The biggest one was the lie our newly introduced neighbors were telling. According to every vampire that appeared in public, they didn’t eat people. There might be a bridge in New York for sale if you believe it. By the time you see a vampire coming for you, it’s probably too late. Even when they’re just a customer at the bar where you work, you might as well start figuring out what you’d like on your tombstone. Sure, vampires aren’t mindless beasts drawn to anything with a pulse any more than they are tragic figures struggling to adapt to changes the passage of time brings with it. Fiction can’t substitute for the real thing, where there is only one simple fact that matters. The obvious one. Vampires are dangerous. Especially the ones with bright blue eyes, who learn your name by swiping your cell phone from your purse after they save you from another vampire trying to make you into a snack. All of it is a ploy, manipulation, for some reason that you just can’t figure out in the here and now. They can never seriously be interested in you. How would that work? After all, they’re the predator and you’re the prey. If only these predators didn’t seem like they might have a few shreds of humanity, and hints of a good heart beneath all the grit that has settled on them over the years. If only a pair of blue eyes didn’t seem so safe, even knowing that they belong to a vampire. If only my dreams weren’t filled by memories of cool lips, safe arms, and more than a little thrill at being close to something so dangerous. If only. Because then, maybe, all my friends would still be alive.
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I live in a world where I am nameless. I live in a world where I do not matter except or unless I am owned by someone. I do not have rights, freedoms, joys, wishes, or aspirations. I am property. I was born and raised to belong to someone that will one day take me away like the fairy tale stories that I listened to everyday in the house I live in. I prayed every night that a handsome prince would come and take me to live in his castle just like in the books. I prayed that I would be a princess and have a kingdom just like in the books. But I was never told that the books were all lies. I was never told the true reason why I was a well sought after commodity. I was never told that I am not the only one like me. When I found out it was too late to save myself. To think and in less than 4 days I will be taken away from my current home and be in a home of my own. I sat on the simple wooden bed hoping that my owner was nice and kind. I hated to think about some of the stories that I heard about the other girls like me. I hated thinking about being exterminated because I made my owner unhappy. I thought to myself that I would try real hard to keep him happy. I remember the covenant of rules that would keep me and my owner happy. I would need to follow five rules. 1. Always obey my owner. 2. Always be available to my owner. 3. Never talk back. 4. Always agree with my owner. 5. I am not human so I cannot do human things. I wondered how pretty human women were. I was so nervous about my departure I nearly refused to leave my room. I could leave if there wasn’t anything wrong with me physically. I remember the den mother telling me not to do anything that would cause a refund or else I would be exterminated upon refund. My new owner had thirty days to return me. If he returned me and no one else was interested I would be exterminated. I would be killed because it would be thought that I was defective and no one would want a defective product.

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