Deception

Found

This story is created and edited by me so please note that there may be some errors! This is only the first draft. But please enjoy.

Deception

I never tried to run, I never disobeyed, and I never turned my back.

I had to learn early on that the world I lived in didn't belong to me; it belonged to them. The Fangers--at least that's what we call them; in nationality, they're vampires. From what I was told, they have been around for centuries. Of course, no one really knows, because no one ever lives long enough to find out-- then again, no one cares either. What really matters is survival, and us humans have to survive in the only way we can: submission.

I guess the Fangers realized pretty quickly at how emotionally fragile we are because they put us to good use. We are bred, trained, and eventually sold. Until then however, they keep us in big white houses which are separated by gender and easily distinguished by the large vampiric letters above the front door. They call them Boarding Schools, however, not every house is the same, and none are as grand as the one I live in. Unlike most girls who are born here, I was just lucky enough to be left on the doorstep.

It was around the time where I had small hands and little feet, and couldn't understand much. My little heart probably beat a thousand miles a second, but what could I do? I was blindfolded. I remember being told I was a "special one" and could make a good profit before being shoved into a spacious atrium.

"Look at what I have found." The scruffily voice asserted behind me.

Soon after, two women's voices responded and started in a banter:

"Oh dear! What are.. What are you doing with that child?"

"She's awfully dark."

"Maybe she was left outside for too long?"

"She can't be one of ours..."

After a while, I remember my young mind drifting to focus on my surroundings. From what I had detected there was a lit fireplace behind me, and every so often the wood would crackle. The room had to have had little to no furniture, because everyone's voices held a slight echo: "We can just kill her."

It was those words that brought me back to attention, and I suddenly became terrified.

"No but look!" The voice behind had a rumble too it, and I recall feeling a tight grip on my shoulder. "She is a good one. She comes with... a feature."

Calloused fingers scraped up my cheek, so rough that even years later I can still feel the residual effect. "Her eyes!"

The scratchy cloth tied around my face was ripped off, and for the first time in a long time, I saw light. It was awfully dim, and it casted many shadows, but at least I was able see the two women. Both were thin, old, and wealthy-looking. One of them had her hair tied in a bun, but it was hard to focus on details when everything was tinged in shadow.

The one thing I do recall fixing on--and it has haunted me since, were their piercing, hungry, and glowing bronze eyes.

"My devil how they glow!" The woman on the right gasped so loudly that it actually hurt.