Darkness. That was one word to describe the world around Hazel. All he has ever known is the dark. When he was merely three years old vampires took over the world. They had been in the dark their whole lives and they were sick of it. Why did the humans get to have all the fun? A war broke out, which ended in bloodshed and death. Over half of the human population was wiped out due to the war and gluttonous young vampires. Order needed to be restored, somehow. Blood farms, auction places, and breeding farms were established. Humans were stripped of their rights, names, and ages. From birth, they were given a number. That number is their only identification. Except for Hazels because after all, he remembers his name.
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“Number 269! Step forward.” A honeyed voice calls into the crowd, it's a woman speaking. She is here to collect the new merchandise. This all began fifteen years ago, Hazel has been dealing with the same shit for fifteen years now. “Number 269!!! Please step forward, now!” That's Hazel's number. He doesn't really fancy the idea of being eaten though. Hazel also doesn't fancy the thought of being dragged to the washroom where a bunch of handsy maids will scrub the remaining ounce of dignity he has left down the drain. He doesn't move. The fake smile on the ladies face wavers. “Go find number 269,” she says to a nearby guard. Hazel visibly flinches backward, the guard will have little to no problem finding him. The guard swiftly moves through the crowd, grabbing the wrists of the prisoners, checking the numbers that are branded on their skin. Hazel stands completely still when the guard gets to him, he holds out his wrist obediently. He may not want to go with the guard but that doesn't mean that he wants to get the living hell beaten out of him. The guard seizes his wrist and begins to drag him forward. Towards the front of the crowd, the woman frowns when she sees Hazel.
“I found him towards the middle, Ms. Smith.” The guard lets go of Hazel's wrist and shove him forward.
“Ahhh Number 269, how lovely of you to finally come forward.” She has an ugly sneer on her face, Hazel is nothing more than merchandise. “You know the drill. Report to the bathing room and then get your new set of clothes.” Hazel nods at the woman's words and begins walking towards the back room where he will be scrubbed of his dignity. Oh how fun.
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