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

ones who didn’t never gained enough followers to build an arsenal against what they believed would transpire, the vampires’ world domination power-play. The age of the humans had already begun to end by the time the truth had been discovered, and there had been no turning back from that point on; the humans had lost their Earth, their homes, and their lives, and with it their freedom, and their right to decide – their very humanity .
    “Will you not read, Juliet?” I nearly jumped when I heard Sibold’s voice, traveling to me from only inches away, shocked out of my earlier thoughts as I gasped and stumbled back; in my thinking I had become lost, and he had leaned down until we were at eye level, a sly smile playing across his lips, faint, as he’d watched my vacant expression with amusement.
    I had to stop thinking, I told myself, chiding as I gathered my wits about me. Sibold’s closeness never failed to unsettle me...though, not in a particularly bad way.
    I nodded as I snuck what I thought was a glance at him, making him grin slightly, his hazel eyes narrowing a bit as he chuckled lowly. I turned and settled into my chair, flipping a few pages into the book as I prepared to read, loving the way that the letters curved; most books now were written in the vampires’ language, so it was a special treat for me to be able to read one that was written in English – the slaves and vampires still spoke in English, though the vampires’ used their native tongue too when talking to one another about something important, something they didn’t want their slaves to hear...though most of the time they hardly cared.
    As I stared down at the book now lying in front of me on the polished, wooden table that I often studied at, I marveled. It was a strange book, an old book, one I had never seen before, one that most likely was often only viewed by vampires like Sibold – vampires related to a Head, Purebloods. But despite the book’s oldness, the thing that intrigued me most was the shape, because the books we had now—which were mostly history books about our vampire rulers, or books of science, literature, and a thing called science-fiction, catered to our Masters—were made of half-circles, opening into full circles, the edge of the pages rounded.
    But this book...it was something entirely different. It was a rectangle, and the pages were also rectangles, and when you opened it up, it almost made a square.
    The book had come from the Eridium Liaste , the world before the vampires’ rule—
    The world that had been ruled by humans.
    I searched through the pages for more than an hour, gobbling up the information on them like a caterpillar gobbled up leaves, furthering my metamorphosis; Sibold often said that knowledge and experience shaped us into who we were, defined our beliefs, and I felt like I was being shaped even as I read those pages, something growing, transforming within me. I found with every page that I turned, and every word that I read, I became more and more confused, until I wasn’t sure which way was up, and which way was down, though it wasn’t a confusion that I disliked, because it was causing my mind to work; I was doing the forbidden – thinking . It didn’t make sense, the words on the pages, no matter how hard I thought.
    How could there have been a war that was “civil”, and how could slaves ever become free?
    “Master,” Sibold was reading a book opposite me, sitting on a plush, leather green chair, when I spoke, stopping in the middle of a paragraph, no doubt pulling him from one as well, “I don’t understand.”
    Sibold kept his nose in the book for a moment, but I could see a hint of his smile over the top of the pages as his eyes narrowed in amusement. “Oh?” he asked as his dark eyebrows raised, his voice more smug than I’d ever heard it, as if my confusion were humorous – and it probably was, because I had a feeling that he’d wanted me to be confused, that he’d