"There's no such thing as humans, Mark," my father said soothingly to me. He didn't know how wrong he was. He didn't know that in five years he would be brutally murdered by humans. Humans. What a horrible word. Brutal killers that strip the Earth of its resources. They attempt to kill us vampires for one simple reason: for our blood. A weird backwards turn isn't it? Usually to you humans it's us vampires that stalk you in dark alleys and drain you of all your blood. Well, were I live, it's quite different. Humans follow the vampires dumb enough to venture out during the day and put a stake through their chest (complete overkill, it doesn't take anything special to kill a vampire). Then the poor vampire, if he or she is lucky, gets their blood drained and put into vials that humans will later drink to make them happy and free of sickness for years. The unlucky ones, however, only get a little of their blood drained and turn into a human.
