Slave For Eternity.

War.

That’s how it had begun.

In 1928.

During the time of the Great Depression, from what I had seen in the newspaper Master brings home every day.

Good vs. Evil.

Vampires vs. Whatever the hell we were.

We never knew what we were just that we couldn’t die.

We could feel pain.

It was the only thing we felt.

Most of us were either slaves or hiding underneath a rock.

I was a slave.

Being a slave for a family of vampires was painful.

Mostly because they knew of the war that had happened, they blamed us. Putting us through pain. We were tortured for the people we had killed.

Family, children, mother’s, father’s, cousins, aunt’s, uncles; All dead. Because of us…Animals. Freaks. Destroyers. Monsters.

Thousands died, and because we knew their weakness, they were killed.

None of us were killed, just put through pain.

For we could not die.

This meant we were blamed.

We were eventually caught by vampires and put to work as slaves.

But we knew we deserved it, well I did.

Those innocent people I killed.

I can still remember each of their faces. Their beautiful pale skin. Even the little children were beautiful.

But we were ordered to kill them

Every single one of those innocent people.

And I was apart of it.

I don’t know how the war started.

I just know that it hasn’t ended.

And I don’t think it ever will, since we live forever.

I hated, to be able to live forever.

I just wanted to be normal.

I wanted to live with a family.

It had been centuries since I had last seen the outside.

Smelt fresh air. Seen the stars. Felt the wind going through my hair. Felt proud of myself. Felt loved. Or even smiled.

I hate been a slave for some centuries, but I was their slave for eternity.

I was bound to the house. Never to leave it. From what I had heard my Master would have to be killed for me to be free.

But that was never going to happen.

I had gotten used to the pain by now.

The consequence for not following his list of rules or when he felt like punishing me; The whip.

It wasn’t my best friend.

If you were too look at my face, you would just see a girl, but if you lift up my shirt that’s a whole different story.

I had a pair of clothes.

One was what I wear everyday-a pair of rags, I have had these clothes for many centuries, if I had enough time I could simply dip them into water…to get the blood off.

I slept up in the attic.

The hard thing was, that Master never slept, which meant that I lost a lot of sleep.

The only type of food I ate was, the left over’s from my Master’s plate.

Their wasn’t always a lot, but enough to feed me, for he never ate unless if he had company.

Master was rich, well as far as I knew.

It was hard cleaning the mansion, by myself.

I always seemed to get lonely, but I got used to it.

It had been a long time since I had an actual proper shower.

But I never stunk. Just reeked of blood.

I had gotten use to living like this, to me it felt…Normal.

I had already forgotten about what the stars looked like.

The only way I would learn was by the library, Master had. Whilst he was out I would have my nose stuck in a book. I had read just about every single book in their. The library was huge.

The Master never knew of this.

When I heard about Master’s brother staying over.

Everything just seemed to…Change.

But for better or worse?

I will never know…