Vampire Master - English Version

The History

The room was alive with the soft hum of chatter as we settled into our seats. A few rays of sunlight streamed through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the rows of desks. Our History professor, Mr. Perez, walked in with his usual confident stride, his leather briefcase swinging by his side.

"Good morning, class," he greeted warmly, his sharp features framed by a neatly trimmed beard. He looked like he had stepped out of a historical drama himself—polished, professional, and effortlessly engaging.

"Good morning, sir!" we chorused, the sound of chairs scraping the floor as everyone got comfortable.

"How's your day so far?" he asked, his easy smile making even the more nervous students relax.

"We're good," a few voices replied enthusiastically, while others simply nodded, their attention already drawn to the materials he was arranging at the front.

Wasting no time, Mr. Perez placed a thick book on the desk and turned to set up the projector. As the hum of the machine filled the air, a ripple of anticipation ran through the room.

"Let's begin," he said, his voice steady but filled with energy. "Today, we'll delve into the history of the Human and Vampire War."

A collective murmur of excitement spread through the class. Despite having learned about this topic in previous years, it never lost its allure. It was the kind of story that felt like a myth but had shaped the very fabric of human society.

Mr. Perez clicked to the first slide, a grainy depiction of a war-torn world. "The origin of vampires remains one of history's greatest mysteries," he began. "Some believe they are children of darkness, born from an ancient curse. Others think they were created by a virus that spread centuries ago. Even now, the government hasn't uncovered the full truth—or perhaps they simply don't want to."

"I've never met one," a classmate commented from the back, her voice tinged with curiosity.

"Me neither! I'd love to see one in real life," another chimed in, her tone almost giddy.

Mr. Perez cleared his throat, his expression turning serious. "Vampires live in isolated communities, known only to a few. They're considered dangerous, so I strongly advise against seeking them out. The less contact you have, the better."

Carl, ever the class inquisitor, raised his hand. "Sir, how long did the war last?"

Mr. Perez adjusted his glasses thoughtfully. "It spanned several decades. My grandmother used to tell me stories of how humans were enslaved by vampires 500 years ago. Back then, humans had no rights—none at all. They couldn't speak unless spoken to, couldn't defend themselves, and were treated as nothing more than food or property."

A hush fell over the room. The slides on the screen shifted to haunting illustrations of humans shackled in chains, fear etched into their faces.

"Life under vampire rule was brutal," Mr. Perez continued. "Humans were bought and sold at auctions, used as toys, pets, and worse. Some tried to rebel, but they were no match for the vampires' strength and speed."

The air grew heavier as he spoke, each word painting a vivid picture of despair. My stomach churned as the slides displayed a drawing of a young girl being auctioned, her terrified eyes looking out at the crowd.

"Then, seemingly out of nowhere, the tides turned," Mr. Perez said, his tone shifting. "A treaty was formed. Rumor has it that an Angel descended from the heavens to punish the vampires. Instead of annihilating them, the Angel reduced their strength and speed by 70% and stripped them of their power to compel humans."