The Legend of Juliet: Part One (A Vampire Dystopia) (Finding Freedom Novellas) Read Online Free

an uprising, though they were more fearful of our destruction in that regard than theirs; the vampires were proud, but even they couldn’t erase the fact that they needed us, since we were their only source of food – they had to admit it openly, though they never failed to scowl, hissing at the truth.
    I had been learning about the world from books since Sibold had taught me to read, tutoring me patiently a few months after I had arrived at the Manor, when I had finally begun to trust him; in fact, looking back I had a feeling that those reading sessions had led to me trusting him much more than anything else had, showing that he truly cared about me, slave or not. Most human slaves never learned the art of reading, their Masters finding it to be ‘unimportant’, too closely related to thinking, since knowledge would come with reading, and ideas would spawn from that, but Sibold...like I said, he was different . As a vampire, a Master, someone who could have anything he wished at his fingertips in mere moments, he loved to read, and soaked up words whenever he had the chance, often carrying a book around with him to read in between performing his duties, so it was only natural that I should be allowed to do the same, human or not, for the sake of him being saved annoyance; sometimes, he asked that I read to him when he was lethargic, or simply didn’t want to do it himself – I liked to think that he enjoyed the sound of my voice, even if it was wrong of me.
    “T-This is an a-ancient book,” my voice was quiet, wavering a bit, when I finally managed to speak, still staring at the book’s cover, my eyes tracing the lines of the letters; Sibold had taught me both the vampire’s alphabet, letters comprised of rustic, bold runes, and English, which he said had once, before the vampires had come to power, been a centric language to the humans. “It’s...a rectangle.”
    Sibold laughed softly at my reaction, as I gingerly opened the book’s cover, many times worn, the letters beginning to fade. “Yes, it certainly is,” there was a hint of humor in his voice, reflecting his chuckle, which caused me to look up, though I stopped my gaze from traveling before I could see his face – not because I would get in trouble, as we were alone, but because of his vicinity; he was close. “It was printed previous to the Vampoli leil Liaste , one of the few copies left to us.”
    I nodded, recalling the history that I had learned years ago now, the story playing out in my mind.
    The Vampoli leil Liaste – “Dawn of the Vampires” – was the time in history when the vampires had come to power after their long, seemingly eternal (proverbial) slumber. It had started simply, with a few vampires taking office or rule throughout the world, but then it had grown, festering into something monstrous. The vampires who were in charge had informed the humans that they only wanted peace—wanted to work together to create a new society, where they would hopefully be able to end their curse, free themselves from their need of blood through the scientific methods the humans had possessed, but—
    I clutched the book a little tighter in my hands as I frowned, remembering the truth, what Sibold had told me, letting me read from a history book that had been written specifically for Vampoli estinee , or vampire children, never intended for the humans.
    During the vampire’s plea for peace, the humans had realized the truth: that the vampires were slowly dying hiding in the shadows; the vampires had congregated in secret, and had decided to do something to change their fate, to cling to their lives – they had begun building a secret army behind the humans’ backs, amassing a military, the revered Heads (one of which had been, and still was, Sibold’s father, Master Delouge) gathering forces and preparing to strike while their elected vampires spread the word of peace to the humans, some of which believed it, and some of which didn’t; the