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by Lanc, Alexandra




  The Legend of Juliet: Part One

  (A Finding Freedom Novella)

  By: Alexandra Lanc

  Text © 2013 by Alexandra Lanc

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  The Legend of Juliet: Part One, first edition. This work is New Adult fiction; this series contains violence and suggestive material, and may not be suitable for younger readers.

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental and not intended by the author, except as stated.

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  For:

  The dreamers who dream of dark things, that hold secret light.

  “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?

  It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.”

  -- Romeo and Juliet: Scene 2, William Shakespeare

  “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me:

  I am a free human being with an independent will.”

  ―Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  The night is nearly over; the day is almost here…

  -- Romans 13:12 (NIV)

  Table of Contents:

  Insert One: Prologue

  Chapter One

  Insert Two: Birth Day

  Chapter Two

  Insert Three: Dragon-Man

  Chapter Three

  Insert Four: Fate

  Chapter Four

  Insert Five: Agreement

  Chapter Five

  Insert Six: Saying Goodbye

  Sneak Peak: Book 2

  Reader Participation Poll

  Author’s Note

  About The Author

  Similar Books

  Also By Alexandra

  Thank You

  The Legend of Juliet: Part One

  (A Finding Freedom Novella)

  “Tell me your story...

  ...and I’ll tell you mine...”

  I was born into this world where vampires rule, this world where humans are at the bottom of the food chain – the pets, the toys, the slaves.

  Yes, I was born into this world, and I thought I didn’t mind it…

  But I was wrong.

  So, who am I?

  My name is Juliet.

  And I am Human.

  I have two precious memories:

  One,

  Is of the day that I was born.

  Two,

  Is of the day that I met Sibold.

  Chapter One

  Sometimes I hate getting up in the morning. It’s not the sunlight that bothers me — it couldn’t be that, because there isn’t much sun around here; it’s mostly cloudy, like an unending rainstorm — it’s the fact that I have to roll out of bed, get dressed, and try to face the day. It’s not that I’m not content, because I am – and things could be much worse, after all.

  It’s only that sometimes, things become a bit...complicated.

  Such as when I run into Master Delouge.

  I kept my head down, my green eyes trailing the floor as I padded down the hallway of the Manor in my threadbare loafers, trying to pass by the Manor’s residents without being noticed. It wasn’t an easy thing to do in a house that was continuously full — maids running here and there, setting up bedrooms for new guests, guests trying to find the drawing room where they were meant to meet with Master Delouge — but somehow I managed.

  Usually.

  I caught my breath as I cut a corner, rounding my way past the library, heading towards the large third story deck that sat at the back of the Manor in a private, secluded area, overlooking a large lake, and the tall pine trees that had sprouted around it. It was my job to arrive there before the tenth hour, and I was running late as usual, which wasn’t a good thing. If I was caught being late again, I was fearful that they would hang me...or worse; not many people would mourn me, either, and so my life would fade from existence mostly unnoticed. I tried not to be late, but with Luke gone there was no one to wake me save myself, since the vampires didn’t care to rise until near the time that the tenth hour, the first feeding of the day, arrived.

  I bit my lip harshly as I rounded another corner, nearly running into a pretty vampire – a tall, blonde haired woman whose skin was the color of cream, and who was dressed in a scarlet gown which flowed to the floor, trimmed with black lace; probably another of the guests. She gave me a particularly nasty scowl as she muttered something foul beneath her breath, probably assuming that I didn’t know what she meant, that my vocabulary was as indistinct as most other humans’.

  Or maybe she didn’t care; this was most likely the case.

  It wouldn’t have surprised me, because I never expected kindness – especially from Master Delouge’s guests, who were stuffy and old, agreeing with the idea that humans were “slaves” instead of “pets”, a term that had become popular with some this year; I resented the term, although it was an improvement over its predecessor, but I knew better than to say anything against it.

  I rounded one last corner, leaving the scarlet Lady behind. I had almost made it to the deck when I ran into something hard, not looking where I was headed, my eyes still trailing the ground. My head snapped up immediately as I stumbled back a few steps, shrinking, as I knew I should, as I had been taught.

  The only problem was that my gaze traveled upwards a bit too far as I shrank back, and I caught the gaze of Master Delouge, whose red orbs turned to fire as soon as his eyes met mine.

  “Human,” he snarled, and I immediately looked down at the floor, wondering whether or not I should bow, and deciding that it couldn’t hurt, since I was in trouble already. I bowed halfway, and he snarled even more, so I stopped, shrinking another degree. “Watch where you’re going, you filthy—”

  His sentence was cut off by none other than Sibold, who appeared in the hallway just then, materializing directly in front of his father, shielding me from his harsh gaze. “Juliet,” he said in an icily pleasant tone, speaking to me though his gaze rested on Master Delouge, who scowled; I viewed this from the upper portion of my vision, since my head remained bowed. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you.”

  “I-I’m sorry, Master,” I stuttered in a hurried tone as I shrunk even further, wanting to hide behind Sibold, though I knew better than to touch him; thankfully he was shielding me somewhat on his own. “It won’t happen again.”

  I could see Sibold smile tightly, his face half turned towards me now. “Of course not,” he confirmed, and then his expression brightened a bit, as if he’d just noticed his father, though he’d been watching him throughout our exchange. “Father, so nice to see you. I hope you won’t mind Juliet. I’m afraid I kept her awake far into the night, and she’s a bit tired,” I secretly thanked Sibold in my mind as I let out a slow, shaky breath, my shoulders sagging under an invisible weight, hoping that Master Delouge wouldn’t pay my sigh any mind; he was a vampire, after all, so I knew that he could hear it clearly.

  “Don’t make excuses for humans,” was thankfully all that Master Delouge said before he abruptly pushed past Sibold, and started off down the hall, casting me one last, nasty grimace.

  It wasn’t until after he vanished that I completely collapsed, my l
egs giving out from beneath me as I held in a row of sobs, my chest feeling as though a boulder sat on it, it was so tense. I remained on the hardwood floor, shaking, for a moment before Sibold offered me his hand. I stood without taking it, knowing that I would be punished if Master Delouge found that I had accepted the help; it wasn’t wrong for Sibold, a Master, to offer it, but it would be horrendous for me, a human slave, to accept his kindness.

  I looked down at the floor again as I stood there before him, my legs shaking beneath me, though I managed to remain standing this time; I knew that his eyes were focused on me, but I couldn’t look up at him. Not only were we not supposed to — vampires were the Masters here, and humans were the slaves, unworthy of eye contact, according to the Laws — but I didn’t want him to see the tears that were brimming my eyes, showing off my fear, because they made feel ashamed.

  Everything made me feel ashamed.

  And I lived with that shame as best I could – but sometimes it proved too much for me to bear.

  “Juliet.”

  That – the soft utterance of my name – was all that it took to make me look up, to make me meet Sibold’s gaze, though I knew that his father would kill me if he found out; I couldn’t find it in myself to care then, though. My green eyes locked with his dark hazel ones for a moment before he reached out, and slowly took my chin in his hand, not wanting me to look away -- not that I wanted to, because his eyes had captured me, as they always did. We stood like that for a moment — me, holding my breath, him, staring and steady — before he continued to speak.

  It seemed like the longest moment of my life.

  “Juliet,” when he spoke again, his voice was even as always – almost monotone, though his hazel orbs continued to hold me prisoner, his touch gentle, “you should be more careful.”

  I didn’t answer him as he abruptly released me and then turned away, silently heading towards the deck. I simply trailed after him as the clock struck the tenth hour, my eyes never leaving his graceful form, knowing that he was right – that I should be more careful, because he couldn’t protect me from everything.

  “Oh, look...

  ...It’s a full, full moon...”

  I was born on a chilling, cold day in a town called Merciper, named after the woman who would come to be my second mother. It was a town full of humans, though there were vampires in every house too, there to keep the “peace”, if it could even be called that.

  My parents grew up in a small home, which had a grand total of five rooms, a breeding ground for human babies. They’d met at a young age, and, having had a spark of romance almost instantly, had been paired together for the future, when they would move to another, larger house in Merciper and have children who would one day come to serve the high-ranking denizens of the world.

  That was the way that things worked, functioned. There were a few towns near every city, dedicated to the growth of human slaves. Babies would be born in one house, called a Bright, and then depending on what the vampires’ needs were, would either be shipped off to a Beginning or a Care, where they would be surrounded by other children, and instructed by the vampires that lived there, by the kind that they would one day serve.

  The human babies who went to the Beginning houses were like my parents, paired with another human so that when they came of age they could have children of their own, supplying the vampires’ need for “slaves”. But the children who weren’t like my parents would end up at the Care houses, where their guardian vampires would watch over and teach them until they were near the age of six, and could be “sold” to a vampire in need of a slave.

  That was the way that it was in our world, the way that it had always been, ever since the vampires had come out of hiding, and had overtaken the humans, tired of the lowly race ruining the Earth with their stupidity.

  But me, I was different. I never went to a Care house, though it was decided that I wouldn’t go to a Beginning house, either, a fact that I had always resented, until I was finally Chosen.

  As soon as my parents were of age to marry, they were sent to the local Bright, which was run by a kind vampire named Mercy, who actually cared for humans, and who sympathized with their “condition”. After a while, Miss Mercy and my parents had become friends (well, as good of friends as slaves and Masters can ever be), and when I was born she had allowed my parents to keep me, instead of sending me to the Care, to await the day that I would be Chosen, “sold”, the vampires in need of fresh human slaves at the time, nearly every child that was born being sent to the Care house.

  I remember the day when I was born, though I don’t know how. It was dark, and it was night, and it was a rare night, one where you could actually see the moon, which is usually hidden behind the dark clouds that continuously linger in the sky, painting it a grey color.

  There had been a total lunar eclipse that night, the first in a long while. My parents and Miss Mercy had taken me outside with them, after I’d opened my eyes. I had seen it, the eclipse, gaining my first memory.

  I’d seen the moon turn red, and my first vision of the world had been of something soaked in blood.

  Chapter Two

  It was nine after the tenth hour when Sibold and I reached the deck, and Sibold strode over to one of the large, plush chairs, sliding into it casually while I stood beside him, my head hanging down, my hair falling into my eyes, though I could still see through the strands. Maids rushed past, looking at me hungrily before they vanished into the Manor, closing the heavy, black door behind them; all was quiet then, save for the sound of the forest surrounding us, of the wind on the lake…

  And then Sibold spoke.

  “Luke returned today, Juliet, early. I met him in the hallway on my way to find you,” he didn’t appear as though he was that interested in what he was saying, but I knew better; I tensed at hearing Luke’s name, knowing how Sibold felt about him. “I’m sure you will see him later,” he glanced over at me as I nodded silently, stiffly, gaze remaining focused on the floor of the deck, my eyes hidden behind my long, dark red hair.

  I knew that Sibold wanted me to look at him, to sit next to him, to meet his gaze again, but I couldn’t; I couldn’t risk it. If Master Delouge were to come by and see us like that, then I would be dead, and—

  “It’s alright, Juliet,” Sibold’s voice was calm, soft when he spoke next, reaching out to gently grasp onto my arm, pulling me towards him until I was situated in his lap, fire eating at my cheeks. “I’ve told the maids to leave us be, and they will listen. It is the tenth hour, after all...”

  I felt myself blush further as I attempted to remove myself from Sibold’s lap, though my efforts were futile, as his grip on my arm vanished, only to reposition itself so that his arm was wrapped about my waist, holding me in place. I knew what he was speaking of; the tenth hour was the hour where vampires fed on their human slaves, biting into their wrists, drinking their blood and gaining their first nourishment of the day. No one would bother us for at least an hour, because they’d all be busy themselves – even the maids, who where vampires too, would be busy getting their fill.

  It was the tenth hour, which meant that I had a job to do.

  “Um...Master?” I could feel Sibold’s frame tense beneath me when I called him that; he didn’t like the title, found it repulsing. He would have much rather I called him by his name, but we both knew I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to – and believe me, I did. “Aren’t you...thirsty?” I tentatively held my wrist out towards him, but I put it down almost immediately, seeing the look on his face as I snuck a glance at him, catching his eyes again.

  Sibold was frowning now, which was most unlike him, since he usually wore a blank expression; something must have been troubling him. “No, it can wait,” his voice was just the smallest bit tight when he spoke, brushing his chin-length, chocolate brown hair from his face. “It’s not often that I simply get the chance to sit and relax.”

  I nodded when he said that, understanding what he meant, and placed
my hands in my lap, making sure to be quiet so that Sibold could have some peace, staring out into the autumn wind, which was just like every other wind in my world: cold, and smelling of iron, of blood.

  He was right about not having much time to relax. As the future ruler of Elisi Seven, the continents that had once been called the Americas, as well as most of what had been Europe, Sibold always had duties to attend: training with his father, meeting with officials, the restoration of Laws, among other unpleasant things. And with his father gaining power over the rest of the vampire rulers, his schedule was about to become even fuller, his life even more difficult.

  It was a mess, I thought. It wasn’t fair of Master Delouge to make Sibold do all of those things, when he wasn’t even the ruler of Elisi Seven – yet. Most of the time his father did nothing but entertain guests, while Sibold did everything else, managing his father’s empire; even a ruler in training shouldn’t have had to do it alone, especially when their predecessor was still alive. If anything, Sibold should have been the ruler, and—

  I stopped my train of thought as soon as I saw where it was headed, stiffening, a small gasp leaving my lips. I should have known better than to do that, than to think. It wasn’t right for humans to have ideas of their own, because only the vampires could make decisions, could change things.

  My mental chiding was interrupted as Sibold spoke another time, and I turned to look at him, unable to stop myself now, even though I knew that what I was doing was wrong. I didn’t care, because it was just the two of us, as he’d said, and his eyes were calling to me; I wanted to answer them.

  Sibold smiled at my small act of defiance as I broke one of the sacred Laws, albeit a minimal one. “It is not a bad thing to have beliefs, Juliet,” he said quietly as his hazel eyes danced before me, so close, and yet so far; they continued to draw me in, but I needed to be careful, to keep them at a distance. I knew that he couldn’t read my mind — not even vampires had that ability — he simply knew me too well, and could tell what I was thinking based off of my outward actions. “If you don’t believe in something, then nothing will ever change. But if you do decide on a belief, and you keep it close to you, and fight for it, then maybe,” my heart thumped loudly in my chest as Sibold leaned towards me, his perfect face only inches from mine as I held my breath, his forehead brushing my own, causing a shiver to tremble through me, “perhaps one day, those beliefs will become a reality.”

 

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