Chapter 1 I

Sapphire p.o.v

I nibbled on the delicious apple in my hand as I sat hidden in a dark small corner in a forgotten alley.

My bony hands shook as I tried to eat my dinner with snow covering my frozen bare feet.

It is a miracle that I haven't gotten frostbite from the merciless cold winds and snow that pelted against my skin even in my makeshift shelter.

I am cold.

My body trembled as I tried to eat the apple that I had worked so hard to get.

I have no hope left and I just fight day by day with starvation and cold being the least of my problems.

What is more important is not getting caught by the oppressors of my people and staying alive.

Every day was a challenge.

I had to steal food to survive whilst not being spotted.

It is a hard life, a life I am been born into.

Despite how terrible life was for me, despite the starvation, fear, cold and struggles, I am thankful that I am alive.

It is far better than another life I could have had.

I could have been born a slave.

Slavery was an every day reality in my world, a world run by the supernatural beings.

I could have been a slave of a vampire, werewolf or lycan.

Vampires that drank blood, werewolves that abused slaves and lycans with the combined thirst for violence of vampires and werewolves.

All were absolutely terrifying.

I did not know much about my oppressors, not as much as a slave would.

I knew the basic information which was what made each of the major supernatural beings so dangerous to me.

I had no real teacher.

I was taught whatever I know by a woman, who had been friends with my mother, however when I reached the age of five and had been taught some basic reading and writing and knew the dangers of our oppressors, I was abandoned.

She had had no obligation to me.

She was only following the will of her deceased friend.

My mother.

Getting food for one was hard enough.

In such a world it was survival of the fittest and every human for themselves.

As I got older that fact became clear.

No one wanted to be captured by those cruel beasts.

I have heard rumours of the punishments captured humans received.

Being beaten, drunk dry or even fighting to the death in matches.

No one wanted to be subjected to such a fate.

My body stilled as I heard voices echoing through the alley, sound bouncing off the old walls.

For me to be able to hear the person, that only means they must have entered the alley.

I am terrified.

It did not matter if the person is human or not.

No one could be trusted.

Absolutely no one.

Some humans were used to draw out humans like myself, gaining their trust before taking them to their masters or turning them over for their own safety.

A supernatural being could take me or turn me in.

I tried to slow my breaths and racing heart to ensure no attention could be drawn to me

I heard a low growl vibrating through the woods.

A growl that had to belong to a supernatural being.

I am sure it had to be a werewolf or lycan.

Vampires were not as animalistic and primal unless they were starving for blood....

TBC.