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It had always been this way; bland, dull, and sad. There's no other way to explain it. It's the same everyday.
Honestly, I hate being a vampire.
It was fun at first. I was reckless, kill and fed on humans for fun. They are so pointless anyways so why waste perfectly good food? They're so ugly compared to the skin of my friends and I. It's like comparing gold to dirt. The difference is uncanny.
Every once in a while, I'd be feeding and meet someone pretty. Not nearly as pretty as the vampires, but a bit more than just dirt. They tasted the sweetest and contented my hunger a lot quicker than the uglier ones.
The pretty ones are getting rarer nowadays. Maybe the humans have caught on. Hidden the ones that will help the vampires rejuvenate themselves. Maybe they think we'll starve as quick as they do. We don't.
We're superior to those pests who think the world was their's to claim. It's not.
We were here first.
They're pointless and selfish and are destroying our world with technology they don't even need.
Well, at least that's what our masters teach us.
The number one rule of our society is to never question the masters. They're older, the oldest. They're smarter, the smartest. They know the most so never question them.
At least the masters said that they are.
If I ever admitted I question the rules, I'd get killed on the spot.
The masters say it's wrong to question the rules.
My room is small, damp, and sad. I share it with a friend since our transformation. Her name is Hyejoo. My friends and I call her Olivia.
I have a small family as well who helped raise me. We have stuck together since our transformations. We call ourselves LOONA because we were all born on days of the lunar bloodmoon.
We have been told there are no vampires like us, born on the lunar moon. Here we are anyways.
"We are all alive today because it was our destiny," my eldest sister Vivi had once said. "We are LOONA because we were meant to be this way. It's our purpose to make a difference, Heejin."
I remember I had nodded, but apart of myself doubted if she was correct. If I had a point, wouldn't I have found it before my thousandth year of living?
I'm four thousand now. In human age I'm eighteen. That's how old I was when I transformed, at least. Years pass by like seconds now.
I've been given a new job alongside my sisters. A hunter. My job is to kill the humans as much as I possibly can, not giving mercy for young or old, sick or healthy, beautiful or ugly. It's my job to destroy their small bodies and drink their blood until my strength is as large as it possibly could be. While fully fed, I could run around the globe a hundred times over. In two minutes.
I wondered why we were so persistent in destroying our only food source so quickly. I questioned if our folklore may be fake.
But our number one rule is not to question.
So I pushed it to very back of my head, where all of my questions about our lifestyle versus humans lay.
Never question the rules.
Never acquaint with a human.
Never speak to a human.
Never abandon the vampires for a human.
Never have mercy for humans.
Never kill other vampires for a human.
Never mate with a human.
Never touch a human.
Never expose your identity as a vampire to a human.
Never allow a random human to join us.
Never be near a human for more than five minutes.
I've always wondered about the last one.
But I pushed that to the back of my head.