Shattered

Taken souls

I was miserable, empty, on this god forsaking world for 200 years too long. My first 50 years were a complete blur. I couldn't recall a single thing I did apart from ripping the heads off every villager. It didn't matter what age, I couldn't care less; their lives were gonna end eventually.

My mortal life, on the other hand, I remember every single detail. I could still smell the roses and lilies that my mother would arrange for the balls we attend every month. My mother wanted me to get married, turned 16 last month, which was a good age for childbearing. I could remember how excited I was, the broad smile that spread across my face. My two older brothers sword fighting, the clashing of their mental swords.

"Leila!" My oldest brother Julian shouted. He ran up to stand before me, "dear sister, I've heard the news about the ball tonight and will be attending by your side, your husband must be as courageous as I am sister."

"Oh Julian, don't be silly, my husband doesn't have to be courageous, but a true gentleman. Someone who will be able to give me children and stick by my side forever," I brought my hands to my heart.

"oh no younger sister, I can't allow that," my other older brother stood beside Julian who was shaking his head in agreement, "He must be brave and be able to fight sister."

"Seth, you boys are far too foolish. You will soon be getting wives of your own in the next few years. You need to know that not all girls look for a strong man to fight their wars."

"But the Wolves and vampires, I don't want my dear sister being killed."

"Seth!" I said astonished. "Heaven, what are you talking about? Wolves are not in our village. And vampires? you sound insane brother." I looked at mother who was laughing behind her arranged flowers. How can she be laughing at an 18-year-old making these assumptions?

"They're real! and if we're not prepared we will not survive!" Julian joined in on the fantasy. I expected more from the oldest son of our father.

"Well, if you're not prepared you won't be going to the ball," I shrug

heading off towards my dressing room.

I flashed back into the present. Even these memories couldn't make me feel any emotions. Over 200 years I've met a few like myself but most of them stick to themselves. I never built up the

Courage to go back to where it all began. I know that most of the village would be sucked into the earth and forgotten just like everyone else.

I ran my tongue over my fangs as I watch a cute teen boy around my age say goodbye to his buddies before escaping down a dark alley. The alley stunk like flesh, this was my main killing spot. Humans are just so simple. Just like Julian and Seth thinking they were so courageous.

The boy looked behind him as he could hear my heels. He sighed as he saw no one. He opened up his phone in an attempt to amuse himself. I flash in front of him making him let out a short squeak of help. I covered his mouth, pinning him against the wall. This boy is quite cute, too bad my emotions didn't feel anything and all my body was telling me to rip into him and feed on his intestines. Intestine does sound delicious, but his neck looks extremely tasty. Once the first drop hit the fangs it was like an urge to consume every last drop.

I dropped his lifeless body hard among the bricks. I licked the last taste from the corner of my lips before heading on my way down the deep, dark path to hell.

"Sister you look absolutely beautiful," Julian holds out his arm beside me. I entwined my arm with his.

"You don't look bad yourself brother," I smile. A lot of eyes were on me since the ball was set to find my husband. I'm grateful that Julian is here. He notices the tensing in my arm.