The Legend of Juliet: Part One (A Vampire Dystopia) (Finding Freedom Novellas) by Lanc Alexandra

Author:Lanc, Alexandra [Lanc, Alexandra]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Alexandra Lanc Publishing ~ Reader Participation Series
Published: 2013-04-24T22:00:00+00:00

“You are important to me...

...Never forget that.”

The moment that had led to my new life, that had truly pushed me forward towards it, had come shortly after Sibold had sunken into his chair, sipping at the tea that Miss Mercy had obtained for him; Sibold was a large fan of tea, but I wouldn’t discover that until later on.

The room had been quiet, save for the crackling of the fire, as Miss Mercy had warily lowered herself into a chair opposite Sibold, bowing her head a bit to remain respectful; my parents had stood off in the shadows, looking as though they were barely breathing; everyone but young, six-year-old me had understood the gravity of the situation, and how it, and my life up until that point, would end.

Finally it was Miss Mercy who had spoken, clearing her throat as she looked up from her own cup of tea, which had been situated on the small table beside her, untouched; later on I would discover it was forbidden to eat or drink in the presence of a Pureblood unless you were told to, after which you could hardly decline their generous offer – also, you were expected to offer your slave to them, should they show signs of needing to feed.

“Honey-girl, come introduce yourself to Master Sibold – and be polite,” Miss Mercy’s words had been directed at me, her tone soft as she’d looked up ever so slightly; most Lowerbloods had black eyes, but Miss Mercy’s had been brown, a lovely shade that matched her skin tone. Miss Mercy had always called me ‘honey-girl’, telling me that I was sweet. “Aren’t you excited? You’re going to get a name now,” she had smiled sweetly at me, but I had seen the tears springing, meeting her long, dark eyelashes.

Then, I hadn’t fully understood why she was crying, though I had assumed that it had something to do with the fact that the man – the vampire named Sibold – was there to take me away. I also hadn’t understood what she’d meant in telling me that I would finally be given a name.

I had asked my parents about it before, acknowledging early on that they had names, while I was only ever called ‘girl’, or ‘honey-girl’, not names because I’d heard too many others called the same or similar along with other names (given names). They were Kevin and Evangelique, our caretaker was Mercy, and the others at the Bright had names, too – the parents who would one day, if they hadn’t already, produce children for the vampires to claim as slaves, never seeing them again once they were born. It had never fully been explained to me why it was that I didn’t have a name, but that had never stopped me from wanting one.

In secret I had debated on a name for myself, never sharing my debate, but the moment that Miss Mercy had told me I would gain a name, due to the vampire sitting not

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