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alerts began vibrating the phone in my hand. Texts from Lucy and Morgan as well as an unknown number. And apparently my mother had been trying to reach me; there were about 10 missed messages from her.
Deciding to ignore the machine I worked so hard to bring back to life, I curled up in my bed; book in one hand, wine in the other and read until I fell asleep.
A recurring nightmare woke me, one that began close to a year ago. It was still dark out as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. I was shaking, this particular nightmare had been occurring more frequently and it always had the same effect on me. The scene was always vividly the same, nothing ever changed. It was a horrific scene, one that took on a way too realistic quality.
In my dream, we were all huddled together, naked and hungry, trapped within the confines of a guarded wooden cabin. Skin and bone to skin and bone.
During the day, we busied ourselves by finding shadows to hide in to avoid the direct sunlight as it streamed in through the filthy windows. The dirt did nothing to dull the effect that the bright rays of light had on our withering bodies. Sun was sun and we burned from it. In my dream, evolution had somehow been reversed; we now lived in fear of the sun instead of embracing it. I was left with no idea of how or why this had happened, much like the rest of these nighttime hauntings.
With evening came some relief. Another day of deadly sunlight gone and the sweet familiar sanctuary of night embraced and comforted us as best it could. We were, once again, children of the moon.
It was usually dusk when the guards threw bags of putrid blood, tainted by sickness and suffering, into our cabin. We were so hungry that none of us cared that our rations were cold and diseased; we drank ravenously anyways, making sure there was enough for everyone.
The few drops we each received barely took the edge off our hunger but it was enough to strengthen our resolve and determination to stay alive.
There were some nights we would feel strong enough and we'd feast on each other, mixing our blood, becoming one. It was on those nights we'd talk, laugh and dance. Some would even find the strength to make love, even in the despicable conditions we were in, vampiric nature would take over. If driving us apart was something ‘they’ were trying to do, they were failing. My kind was becoming closer than ever.
I didn’t know how long we'd been trapped there; in what was once a summer camp, now repurposed as a kind of Vampire concentration camp. I do know that many of my kind were destroyed there. I was sure there were other camps, all over the world, serving the same purpose. Vampire annihilation. I felt it, a nightmare within that nightmare. I could hear far off screams of pain and torture.
I wasn’t sure who started this crusade, exterminating us, or why it was happening. I knew that it had something to do with humans and another species. I just couldn’t sense exactly which species it was.
In my dream, it was January 1st. I don’t know how I knew that but I did. The camps were beginning to be completely filled. Any non-human that was found was shipped to the closest holding center and then deported to a camp where they would rot and eventually die. I didn’t know how they were killing my kind; it wasn’t in any of the traditional ways. There were many of us that weren't caught; we went underground or under cover. There was a whole network of sewer systems and forgotten subway tunnels across the globe that had become our home, our training grounds. Vampire, Werewolf and Faerie, we became one with one common goal, survival. Over the centuries, we had all bonded, living together within our communities. This war would never separate us, we had come to far.
Armies were formed. Numbers as large as any human army. But we were harder to kill once we were armed and ready.
I was caught, my pride too big to allow me to go into hiding. I was put into a special camp. A
Deciding to ignore the machine I worked so hard to bring back to life, I curled up in my bed; book in one hand, wine in the other and read until I fell asleep.
A recurring nightmare woke me, one that began close to a year ago. It was still dark out as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. I was shaking, this particular nightmare had been occurring more frequently and it always had the same effect on me. The scene was always vividly the same, nothing ever changed. It was a horrific scene, one that took on a way too realistic quality.
In my dream, we were all huddled together, naked and hungry, trapped within the confines of a guarded wooden cabin. Skin and bone to skin and bone.
During the day, we busied ourselves by finding shadows to hide in to avoid the direct sunlight as it streamed in through the filthy windows. The dirt did nothing to dull the effect that the bright rays of light had on our withering bodies. Sun was sun and we burned from it. In my dream, evolution had somehow been reversed; we now lived in fear of the sun instead of embracing it. I was left with no idea of how or why this had happened, much like the rest of these nighttime hauntings.
With evening came some relief. Another day of deadly sunlight gone and the sweet familiar sanctuary of night embraced and comforted us as best it could. We were, once again, children of the moon.
It was usually dusk when the guards threw bags of putrid blood, tainted by sickness and suffering, into our cabin. We were so hungry that none of us cared that our rations were cold and diseased; we drank ravenously anyways, making sure there was enough for everyone.
The few drops we each received barely took the edge off our hunger but it was enough to strengthen our resolve and determination to stay alive.
There were some nights we would feel strong enough and we'd feast on each other, mixing our blood, becoming one. It was on those nights we'd talk, laugh and dance. Some would even find the strength to make love, even in the despicable conditions we were in, vampiric nature would take over. If driving us apart was something ‘they’ were trying to do, they were failing. My kind was becoming closer than ever.
I didn’t know how long we'd been trapped there; in what was once a summer camp, now repurposed as a kind of Vampire concentration camp. I do know that many of my kind were destroyed there. I was sure there were other camps, all over the world, serving the same purpose. Vampire annihilation. I felt it, a nightmare within that nightmare. I could hear far off screams of pain and torture.
I wasn’t sure who started this crusade, exterminating us, or why it was happening. I knew that it had something to do with humans and another species. I just couldn’t sense exactly which species it was.
In my dream, it was January 1st. I don’t know how I knew that but I did. The camps were beginning to be completely filled. Any non-human that was found was shipped to the closest holding center and then deported to a camp where they would rot and eventually die. I didn’t know how they were killing my kind; it wasn’t in any of the traditional ways. There were many of us that weren't caught; we went underground or under cover. There was a whole network of sewer systems and forgotten subway tunnels across the globe that had become our home, our training grounds. Vampire, Werewolf and Faerie, we became one with one common goal, survival. Over the centuries, we had all bonded, living together within our communities. This war would never separate us, we had come to far.
Armies were formed. Numbers as large as any human army. But we were harder to kill once we were armed and ready.
I was caught, my pride too big to allow me to go into hiding. I was put into a special camp. A
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