The world had changed long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought.
In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story.
Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor.
The poorest lives held a much worse fate.
The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets, the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be bred and then slaughtered for their blood at age twenty—five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady.
It all ended for me when I was twelve, when I was taken away from my family by the pet master who even brutally murdered my family and left their bodies to the wolves and vultures.
Every time the thought of that terrified me.
Yes. This is my life. I am a pet.