Blood Diaries, Brianna Jones [ebook e reader .TXT] 📗

at them. I was feeling the same queasiness in mys tomach. I just didn't show it like she did. Over the years, I've learned to keep my emotions to myself. You survive easier that way.

The squirrel didn't have it's usual salty flavor. And I felt as if it would come right back up and all over the floor. It wasn't like me to feel butterflies in my stomach. But right now, that's exactly what was happening. And not the good kind either. It wasn't only about the rest of our missing crew. It was about the Vampire Council.

If Kat was right, and they're really coming tomorow, there must be a reason. Either someone got into some really big trouble, or they're looking for more blood-slaves. The thought of it bought the horrible taste of squirrel right back.

Caroline finally managed to eat one and Kat popped the last piece in her mouth. there wasn't going to be any left for the rest of the guys. Maybe they weren't coming today. Maybe Caroline's right and they really did get caught by Armoiians. Possibly, the reason the V.C were coming into town was because they learned of the crimes we had comittted.

I mentally slapped myself and calmed down from thinking about all the maybe's. I need to stop worrying and think about positive things. The things we did aren't even that illegal. We go past the fence even though we aren't workers. We kill animals that are meant for vegetarian vamps. But other than that, I don't think we did anything blood-slave worthy.

" Oh-my god, it's Alec." Caroline ran away from the window and strode down the hall. Sure enough, there was Alec looking as healthy as ever. His face looked panicked though, and his eyes were wide with worry.

"What are you doing here ?" He asked us. His eyes moved from Caroline, to me, to Kat. Wrapped in his hands, was a sharp blue stick called a Kyriac. It was a weapon used to kill vampires in the war. Some of them are still laying around, and humans find them everyday. The vampires and Armoiians know nothing about it, though. I've even got one in the dresser in my room.

" What's wrong ?"

"The Armoiians. They're everywhere. Tomorow, the Vampire Council is coming and they're looking for more blood-slaves. Third and second class. "

Our faces turned an even paler pale than before. My heart practically dropped out of my chest and the voices in my head screamed run. The deal with vampires and humans was that the higher class you are, the more invicible you are.

Which means that it's not possible for a second class to become a blood-slave. Unless ofcourse they get caught commiting a crime. But the deal was pretty much broken now that the V.C will be coming tomorrow, looking for blood-slaves. I knew tomorow, people were going to be fighting for their lives.

I knew they wanted to get revenge. But what do have other than our extremely fragile Kyriacs. Vampires have more people on their side. They have powers. They have weapons. And they have fangs to rip our throats apart.

"That's...No- But they promised. They said second class statusers don't have to be blood-slaves." My breathing picked up and the world around me spinned. I needed fesh air. I needed to get out.

"You kmow how the vampires are, Anna. Did you expect the rules to last forever ?"

It was a question I didn't want to answer. Deep down, I knew the vamps were too heartless and evil to care about us. All they wanted was their precious blood. I looked at Kat whose face was calm but was probably screaming for help on the inside. At Alec who twirled the Kyriac around and around in his hands. And at Caroline, who looked like she was about to cry.

I woke up this morning thiking it was going to be a day like no another. But as I turned slowly to look at myself in the cracked mirror, I knew it wasn't. My green eyes glowed. My dark brown hair was a mess. My whole face screamed terrified. This was how easily the vamps could change a person. I went from stabbing two squirrels to death to feeling like a lost animal.

Before anyone could say anything else, I looked away from the mirror and ran outside. The run from the house to the fence seemed longer and with every step, I felt as if an Armoiian would come out and attack me. By the time I got back to Camerron, I could easily see the place was packed with them. They all looked at me strangely with their blank white eyes and I ran all the way to my house. I was probably over-reacting. Camerroners hear rumors all the time that turn out to be false.

And if this one is true, there isn't even a hundred percent chance I'd turn out to be a blood-slave. But I knew I still didn't want to be one. Because once you go down to the underworld where blood-slaves are kept in cells, and vampires live in mansions, you never come back up. And if you do, you're stuffed inside a coffin, waiting to be buried.

The sun hung high in the sky, showering us with great warmth. There wasn't a single cloud in sight and the sky was a bright blue. This was the weather that would keep vampires cooped up in their houses. But it didn't stop the V.C from coming tomorow. And the bright sunlight didn't stop me from shivering as I walked inside.
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Publication Date: 10-29-2012

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