Ok on to more explaining. I am a so called vampire....No. I am a zombie? Nope. I am a cannibal? Well....kinda....I guess. Im all these yet I'm neither. Cannibals eat people, I only drink their blood. We're a group of humans. Yes. I said humans. And here's our story. Long ago people started killing other people with photosensitivity and also their family. They thought they were vampires. We were sick of it. They thought we were vampires, monsters. So that's exactly what we decided we'd be. Hence forth started the killing and drinking of blood. But instead of stopping when the executioners fled, we kept going. The blood was addicting. And still is.
Years later the concept of zombies was formed, which isn't a thing. And also cannibals, which are a thing. So you can cross World War Z off the list of realism, but Silence of the Lambs? It stays.
We call our male leaders Zeyu and our female leaders Vega. Sounds ancient and cool but it's actually really boring. All the blabbering about how we need to do this and we need to do that and to stop this and blah blah blah. Politics...our version at least. I grew up in this world. People who choose to leave, never live to breathe the air of normality or freedom. People who join are trapped. If you were born here, you're screwed. This is the life you have to live now. Blood tastes gross. But at the same time it doesn't because I'm so used to it by now. Blood makes us stronger and faster than the average human but nothing super-human-like. Only if we drink the same blood type as our own though. My blood type is AB negative. We can tell by the smell, color, and taste of the blood which type it is. It all still has that metallic taste and smell but to different degrees and flavors I guess is the only way I can explain it. If we drink multiple types of blood at once, we could get very sick and it is most of the time fatal. It is like a poison to us. I know this because a few greedy members of our clan decided they wanted more power and mixed a bunch of types together and drank. They died fifteen minutes later, and they were one of the strongest of our clan.
I said before that we were a group, which is true but there are too many of us for one Zeyu and Vega to lead. There are around 350 of us, which sounds like a lot but it's really not...in my opinion Thats a good thing. We were split into ten clans. But more and more people join or die every week so the population is unknown by me. There are some lone campus but not many seeing as depending on their strength, they'll get killed. People join for power but dont realize the cost. Your humanity, your care, the addiction.
What no one knows about me is I'm not as strong or fast as the others. Actually pretty much my whole group knows that. They just think I'm unable to contain and process what "gifts" the blood gives to us, but they make me drink it anyways. At least they try to. In fact I've never truly felt what it's like to use my abilities or "Red Power" as they call it. Which is a lie....I have before, from toddler to preteen until I realized what we were doing, and it felt good but I killed someone. It haunts me every day. I don't like to think about it or talk about it. No one knows about it...at least I don't think so. Even though pretty much everyone I know likes to brag about who they kill. Ugh.
What scares me about being you know...a "vampire" is that when around an open wound or anything bleeding the ones who actually drink blood go into a kind of trance. Their pupils dilate to almost specks and they go into this frenzy. Their blue state as I like to call it (blue because blood is actually blue before it breaks skin and is exposed to oxygen and also I guess it just sounded cool. It basically means red power in full on frenzy rage mode,) is at full max and they do what most of us do best, kill, and eat (well drink, but some go all cannibalistic up in this joint, it's pretty gruesome. Luckily 1. None of my family members are reincarnations of Hannibal Lector, 2. I've never seen it, thank God.)
Anyways when at breakfast and dinner (not lunch...I don't know why) we usually get a cup filled half way with blood. You can get it half blood and the other half of the cup is filled with something else and have a mixed drink or you can have pure nausea in a cup. I rarely get to eat alone so I can't dump it anywhere. I have to drink it or I'll get caught and God knows what else, probably killed or punished in some way. I drink it all first, do the walk the dog routine which they (my family) think helps give time to digest it then I puke it up. I hate puking...I don't think anyone doesn't hate puking. Then I go back and eat my food. On rare occasions I don't get to use that excuse so I suffer through it and puke up both meal and blood as quiet as possible in the bathroom or outside somewhere. I'd grab a bag of chips or something afterwards. No. Not a day goes by that I don't vomit. And it's revolting. Of course it's revolting! What am I saying?
Hi guys! It's been a bit since I've updated I know and I'm sorry. Ok so about the first few chapters: she's explaining her family, her background, herself, and her life in general. We'll get to the dialogue and story line soon I promise. Just a hint: her world and some...let me rephrase that...most of her beliefs will be changed. Yes she ends up sparkling...(I am totally kidding guys don't kill me!) Btw no haters for mocking twilight please...You know what...just read the next chapter.

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