Pretty Little Monsters

Humans are easy scared and panicked beings, and the discovery of the supernatural brought their anxiety through the roof. To feel safe at night, they lock the "monsters" up for display.

It was painful again today. The scientists finally opened up the curtains to see if it would burn my skin. The warmth felt so nice. I thought my body was going to lay tied up to this table forever in the cold, dark room. They saw it didn't cause me any physical pain, so they shut the curtains and went back to work.

They found new toys to play with, I suppose. They were working on silver and iron for...months? years? before I acquired this journal that I now daily write in when I get the chance to be alone. It's now wooden stakes, lamb's blood, and was sunlight. They really like to see how far they can get an object to my body before I squirm of shut my eyes closed to embrace the pain. They started off with a wooden stake, pressing the tip gently against my skin and drawing patterns on it. It left little marks that soon went away, but they didn't stab me with it. Not yet, anyway. They asked if I would die if they put they wooden stake in my chest, and I said "Wouldn't everyone?" and they narrowed their eyes at me. 

In several different areas, they pretended as if they were going to stab me somewhere. Several places on my stomach, trailing to my chest, then my arms, and lastly, my legs. I don't know why my body jerked every time.I knew they were playing with me. I knew they were amused by my actions. Maybe my body's instinct are kicking in to survive. I know I'll die anyway. I think they love how I try to avoid the pain, yet I know that they're going to kill me once they figure out all my weaknesses.

But I'm concealing information from them. Of course, they chose me to do experiments on as the others are being in the closed cage. I wonder if all of them are still alive? Are they okay? Are they being fed? Do they worry about me? Do they remember me? Are the scientists torturing me so they're prepared for my siblings?

I have always been the weakest. That's probably why they chose me so they know how to deal with Mason, my oldest brother. He's aggressive, and very dangerous. Before I was taken away, I remember they'd chain him to the wall so he couldn't attack the glass while the humans stared at us like we were inanimate objects walking and talking. 

Even though I have cursed my bloodline with them knowing how I react to single and every superstition against vampires. Although, they won't know how to deal with other clans. The Kunze and Sato wouldn't flinch at any of this. The Kunze clan is known for living and mostly populating a small town in Oregon, with a population of barely ten thousand. They're known for attacking in daylight, but the bodies are somehow aren't even found until weeks, sometimes months later. The victims are usually criminals that have gotten away or haven't been discovered yet. So the clan takes advantages of them. The Sato clan isn't as dangerous, being more peaceful and from what I've heard, drinking the blood of animals. They have special combat that no one else knows except them. It's taught to fight in specific way so even it someone were to observe, they wouldn't be able to pick it up. Some creatures have even addressed them as having the original demons' powers that first existed in the pits of Hell. 

I hear the scientists coming again. It must be round two for today, I will write again soon. If not, suspect my death. 

I close the journal for the day. I limit myself to read it so I don't make myself insane. When they dragged me to the cages the vampire mentioned, I saw the journal and I grabbed it. At first, I hoped it would be a scientist's or a worker's to figure out what is the point of making the supernatural live in these closed walls and suffer. I often wonder if they look at us like animals or below them. Maybe this is how the animal's feel like? Or possibly I'm just over thinking things, again.

Although, the journal is still informational on what they did. Or do. I'm not exactly sure anymore. Hopefully, they're scared to experiment on us. I'm hoping something dreadful happened to them on one fateful day, taking the lives of many of the scientists treating us like we're not real beings. I believe they don't think we have thoughts, feelings, or emotions. Or maybe they're scared of that, too. 

Humans are quick to panic and quick to kill if they feel threatened. Monsters aren't like that, we're more patient and we tend to look at things at a more rational way, if you can believe it. Of course, we'll attack if we're in the position, but it's not actually our first instinct. Despite this, that might change if our free will spirits continue to be caged. Being not human, I suppose I should put it, we'd be a lot worse than the go-with-the-flow species. It's amazing how we breathe the same air, speak the same languages, and even experience the same emotions, yet they lock us up to be watched as our souls and bodies slowly decay. 

Our..."keepers" tend to malnourish us. I suspect it's that they want us weak so that we don't have the energy or willpower to use our powers against them. I was so strong, and now I can barely walk to the other side of the cage. I get so tired and my body aches. All of the power I have stored up inside of me I use to keep myself living and breathing. Sadly, that's exactly what the humans want us to do. With their little experiments, I guess that's how they figured it out.

I should introduce myself---I'm Victoria Kunze, the heir to the vampire kingdom. Yeah, I'm from the clan that attacks people in the middle of daylight. I remember loving the little town, everyone knew each other and it was so weird to see someone murdered, right? No one would do that. They knew me especially well, when I was happy and healthy and was beautiful. I'm not so sure if I'm like that anymore. But, they loved me. I was such a social butterfly and made everyone's day brighter. It seems to weird for a vampire so say that, right? That's because we're not like how we're pictured to be, how we're written and drawn by the human's ancestors. Humans have based us purely on that, and thought of us as merciless and apparently also thought of death's companion. I've heard tourists murmur that came to see us that vampires and Death had a contract. We killed humans and Death kept us immortal. I'd like to state that it's bullshit, so you know.

I have been kept in the Supernatural Creatures Museum since I have been sixteen. I'm nineteen now, almost twenty. It's not really like a museum, more like a bizarre zoo, really. My compartment is filled with four other vampires: Charlie, Iku, Mel, and Sam. There's five in all. I've listen them in the worst tempered to the best. Sam has been here the longest, and I always thought that it would soon drive them crazy or be more angered, but usually they sit in the dark corner, staring outside the window. When I talked to them when I first got here, they said imagining their self out there in the open was keeping them sane. I think it'd have the opposite effect on me, but if it's helping them, I'm all up for it. 

Not so surprisingly, Charlie has been here only for a few months. I guess he hasn't lost his spirit or will yet, like Mel. Mel used to be so chatty, lively, and now she only mumbles when she's in dire need of something. I miss the old her, but it's how it took a toll on her. Iku has been here as long as Mel, but Iku has this fiery spirit I don't and I hope won't ever go out. She puts up a hell of a fight, and I pray she continues to, because I think her attitude has impact on Mel, motivating her to push on a little further.

Then there's me. When I first got here, I had to be restrained plenty of times. Kids, and even adults would spit on the thick glass separating us. I would put up them staring at me with their intrigued eyes and brainwashed thoughts, but that would just piss me off. I would lunge at them, and they'd get all upset on how I "out of the blue," "out of nowhere," "randomly" went after them. A lot of humans tend to victim blame all too much. 

Now when they spit at me, I don't blink, much less flinch. I just kinda stare at them blankly now---it's not like I can do anything. I can't escape. I won't be able to get to them and kick their a*s, no matter how badly I want to. Not only that, I'm not exactly in shape to do it. I remember being able to run miles effortlessly, now I can barely walk without staggering and being out of breath in a few steps. 

Sure, they feed us human food, but we need blood to survive. We can drink all the water we want, but it's like drinking and drinking and you can't get rid of that feeling of your dry throat and dehydration. Now that I think about it, my tongue is a little more swollen than usual. If you're wondering how we're surviving without it, it's because we're living off of everything else but that. It's like a child without vegetables, I suppose, except we will always have the feeling of being not hydrated enough. One step closer to being human.

Author's Note

i have two tests tomorrow and i'm up at twelve thirty am and i'm probably going to regret this later and hate this piece. i thought of this idea awhile ago, but i'm not sure if i'm actually going to write it as a book, so i'm probably just going to upload little bits if i post it at all? also sorry if it doesn't flow very well, i haven't written in first point of view in like...two years? i used to be able to get into character and write, but it might read a little funky since i haven't done it so long. anyway, if you find any mistakes or find something that can be written better, please tell me in the comments below!
[also sorry for the last two(?) writings being so short, i'm kinda in a slump and i'm trying to keep myself writing even if it's just a little]

Reviews

[Mikayla_Stagg]

I liked it. It was weird and the flow started weird but it was interesting and got much better flow toward the end. Keep on writing

[alduin]

Thank you so so much!! Means a lot. (: