Post by Kadi McAvoy on Sept 20, 2016 15:28:53 GMT
Kadence Elizabeth McAvoy
PLAY BY: Maddie Hasson
♦ THE BASICS ♦
AGE: Sixteen
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Pet/Feed bag
RACE: Registered human♦ THE FREEFORM ♦Turn Away
I was born into a world of monsters. You'd think I'd be talking about the supernatural ones that have overtaken our species. At least for them it's about instinct and survival. I was referring to the monsters of my own species. The creatures that do unspeakable things because they're fucked up, not because they are fighting to survive. Of course, we're all looking to survive. Humankind is at war with the vampires. All I can hope is that the vampires wipe out those of us who deserve it.
It's been a simple life from the beginning. A harsh one, but that's not just in my case, that's in anyone's case. My parents were afraid to have kids when things started getting bad, but I guess in the end it didn't really matter. They wanted a family, and to be frank, they hardly kept their hands to themselves...even after we were born.
Yeah I said 'we' uh, Hayden. He was born a few years before me. In a world of shit and hell, somehow, Hayden made the best of everything. And I do mean everything. We're human, we're food, we live for a short bit and then we die from a number of different things. Hayden was sick. He died when he was eighteen which was only about three years ago. The whole time during the years that he was sick, he just kept getting more and more optimistic. Like he knew he was getting worse but he needed us to have hope so he was annoyingly encouraging. After he died, things just sort of took a turn for the worst.
'Cause I'm awful just to see
My parents were devastated, although, they both knew his survival was unlikely. I was devastated too, but I was thirteen. Naive and unsure of what this world was really capable of doing to someone. We lived as unregistered humans in the human domain, away from as much danger as we could be. Food was a struggle, but we made it work. The malnutrition and the impending death wasn't even what sucked the most. When Hayden died, so did our life force. He was the one that made us want to actually survive. My parents stuck it out because I needed them. I was still young and couldn't entirely take care of myself, but I was doing better than most kids my age.
Eventually, I started going out on my own more. I'd look for things that we could trade, things we could kill for food, ya know, important stuff. I was fourteen, still grieving my brother's loss, so it was nice being away from my parents where I didn't feel like I had to be strong all the time. I could let my mind wander to him, to what he'd be doing if he was with me. Sometimes I'd even have full length conversations as if he were standing right beside me.
I guess that's what screwed me.
There's a group of unregistered humans that are a threat to humankind more than they were vampires. They steal and kill and...prey on fourteen year old girls who are all alone with no one to protect them.
I'm counting down the days to go
They kidnapped me after having their way doing whatever it was that they wanted to. I guess I was something shiny and new, a toy that they just weren't willing to give up yet. I lived among them for what I think was about half a year, though I lost track of time.
Six months was long enough to scar me, I guess. They terrified me, even as they tried to make me one of their own. I wasn't a killer, I didn't steal and I definitely couldn't do what they had done to me. For them to think I was capable of such things was shocking...though I'd heard one of them say that I was a fighter. I guess that my legs kicking and my trying to gouge their eyes out meant I was feisty.
Still. I only even fought when there was danger. When instinct took over. And the more they pushed me to be like them, the more my instincts were telling me to go. To find a way out of the hell they were keeping me in. Anywhere was better than this. Anyone was better than them.
This just ain't living
I guess I spoke too soon...
What would you say is worse? A bunch of manipulative, vile and disgusting people from your own race? Or a ravenous, cold and calculative member of the species that's intent on making you food?
I bring you, Nick, the vampy jerk that I guess in some sick way saved my life. Only to make me his own personal blood bag. I was going out on my own, trying to plot my escape from the creepy pack of weirdos that I was stuck with. The further out I got, the more I wondered if they were still sending people after me to make sure I didn't get away. I was just about to the city walls when I was sure that I had done it. That I was making my escape.
Unfortunately, I had been really stupid to believe such a thing. Before I knew it, I was hip-checked to the ground and pinned. I couldn't get up, couldn't move, even though I squirmed and fought as hard as my frail body could only getting in one sock to the nose. They were still stronger than me and I had no chance. Except, suddenly, the body that had me pinned was thrown off of me and for a second I believed that it was I that had sent them flying. Until...well...I saw Mr. Fang.
He didn't pay much attention to me at first, his eyes intently staring at his current target, once the guy bolted, I was spared a glance. A glance that turned into appraisal and then into vague interest. It didn't seem anymore than that, but it must have been because he gave me a choice. Either I could go back outside the walls, back to the raiders or trying to live on my own for them to find me. Or, I could go with him. To be his blood bag, his pet, his play thing to do whatever he wanted with. As he said it, I didn't feel any implication behind his words that would suggest that he wanted to do what they had done to me.
The hardest part of this is leaving you.
I present to you my current predicament. Nicolas is my 'master' and it's a hard word to swallow. I get treated better than I did for that time with the raiders, and I guess I eat better than I ever did before, but I'm just someone's pet. Not even someONE...someTHING. I've been with Nick for over a year now, and while things are routine and I've grown accustomed to what is expected of me. I've even grown a little bit comfortable with being around vampires...okay not comfortable, but less weirded out. Nick doesn't scare me as much, though, he can be when something angers him.
Things could be worse. I'm not dead, I'm not starving...but I'm not happy. Nick's company isn't much, I miss my family. I miss my brother. The hardest part of this new life...is being away from them and leaving myself behind. I'm not the same person I was before, something is different. I've grown into someone harder, someone colder. I suppose being around someone who hardly shows any kind of emotion shaped me into being the same.♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: Trix
AGE GROUP: The World may never know
EXPERIENCE: A long time
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? I'll never tell
