The apocalypse did happen.
But it wasn't the end of the world. It was the start of a tyrant world ruled by a superior race—the bloodsucking kind.
I had been running away from this nightmare-come-true for four years. Our family hid underground from the global chaos that went around the continents. The global domination was led by the newcomers.
In fact, the newcomers were not new but rather ancient. We remembered learning in school that Homo sapiens were not the only species to walk the earth, and we were right.
There were the Other Ones living among us.
Almost every culture has a mention of these beings. Since the ancient Mesopotamia, Greece, China, and India, there were accounts of bloodthirsty creatures recorded. They called this species 'vampires'. But before people accepted that they truly existed, it was already too late.
A hellish war began every night for decades. At first, humans were found dead in a dark alley or forest. Then people began to die with blood drained out of their bodies, shriveled and cold in the streets and in their homes and then all over in the world. When the casualties increased and alarmed the governments, it had reached the rate of hundreds overnight before reaching thousands and millions.
The war came at us like nightfall but raged quickly like a hurricane. By the time, we knew what was going on; the Other Ones had built a stronger army to overthrow the human race. Everyone knew the future of humanity was doomed.
The Other Ones won the global war and raided every house and seized all that belonged to us. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part came when the humans got enslaved throughout the planet. We became their property and even their sexual objects.
It was like those old Holocaust movies that we used to watch in school. Black-coated soldiers would kick the front doors of our houses and slaughtered both our young and old. They only kept the healthy ones. They needed blood supply for their New People.
I was fifteen when my family went into hiding. We'd been living an Anne Frank life for the last two years. My younger brother died because there was no medical treatment where we lived. Our shelter was among the hundred others along the abandoned railroads. Some of the people lost faith and agreed to serve the New People. They became the working class. If they were good with their servitude, their masters would give them a new life by turning them.
But there were others who avoided being captured— others like us.
However, the new kind would still hunt us down.
One day, we were found. I remembered that cold night after my brother died, a group of black soldiers burst into our humble refuge. They grabbed my father and pinned him against the wall with a blade. My mother screamed and screamed. I didn't know what to do. My knees dropped to the floor beside her. We shivered in fear. They then killed my father and then drained my mother out of blood right before my eyes.
But they took me with them.
The vampires handcuffed me and shoved me into the back of a black military truck. There were a dozen girls and boys my age who were also captured that night. I still recalled the frightened look on their pale faces.
There was no telling where the Other Ones would take us. After a long ride in silence, we ended up in a huge white building, which looked like a hospital or some kind of science institution.
There they examined us in a large sterilized lab. Two women ripped off my clothes and told me to turn around. Their eyes shone in crimson color as they stared at my naked body. The humans who got turned always had faint rings of red around their pupils. They worked for the New Government.
There were three classes of them. The working class: red-eyed. The middle-class: violet-eyed. Then there was the high-class — the strongest of them all: eyes of rare vivid gold.
The golden-eyed vampires were resurrected. They came from the long-lost royal families around the world. Some of the royal families had vanished for hundreds of years.
They suddenly came back to life and reclaimed what they lost.
No one suspected that the vampire race had been ruling the earth since the old day. They disguised themselves as royalties who received the authority from the higher power. The Ottoman Dynasty, the Shang Dynasty, the Hohenzollern Dynasty, and the Aryans, and other long-lost royal families around the world were now the New Orders. They resurrected from the Land of the Dead and reclaimed their lost empires. Those people didn't die. They had been hiding in the dark for hundreds of years. At last, they reunited and invaded our planet to create a new world.
But that was another long horrible bedtime story.
My life was predestined to a doomed fate by then. For five days, I got locked up with a bunch of sad-looking girls. They were waiting for two different fates just like me.
Wealthy vampires would buy humans for their fresh blood. Of course, the blood from the livings was warmer and more delicious than the blood bags. Or we would end up in one of their cruel factories where they pumped blood out of our veins and packed it and shipped it off for sale. It was like the way we used to do to cows and pigs at the butcher farms. Now it was our turn to endure this misery.
Then my fate changed. On the twentieth day, I was sold to an old royal house. One of the most powerful royal families bought me. That was how I met my mistress.
She was a Romanov.
