The ResIstance

prologue;

I had heard the legends; whispers of things that had once been but were no more. The Immortals, as they had liked to call themselves, had once been everywhere, almost having their hands around humanities very core. They had been on the edge of every city. Of every town, deep underground, they lived seeking out the souls of the living.

But not daring to show their hideous faces to the world.

Afraid of what people would say, afraid that the humans would find out about their existence. But there was one group, one very small group, which knew of the Immortals. This group knew what exactly the Immortals were. The undead, walking shadows of their now dead souls.

A resistance was born. To fight the Immortals at all costs. To live and die by the sword is what the resistance believed. They pushed the Immortals back away from the cities and towns, into the forests and mountains.

After some years, the Immortals grew to be myths. The very word immortal didn’t have the same affect as it once did. Infact, people started to use a new word for them. The Immortals were now known as Vampires.

That was one thousand years ago. Although the Vampires are hiding themselves, there is still a resistance. There is one family that is held above all others in the resistance. The one I was born into. I didn’t realize that vampires even existed until the summer I turned sixteen. When there was actual need to call on me.

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Rewrote chapter 1. So I'm just reposting the whole thing.