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

wanted me to read this book for a specific reason. “What is it that you don’t understand?”
    It seemed that Sibold was testing me.
    Honestly, I didn’t understand anything about the book, but I didn’t want to tell him that. Sibold had been so kind, teaching me how to read, that I didn’t want to dishonor him in any way because I was confused, because I couldn’t figure out what the words I was reading meant.
    “Well...” I tried to keep my eyes focused on the floor, but they floated up towards Sibold until I was staring at him – not (somewhat) sneakily glancing, as I had been before; I took a few seconds to note how beautiful he was, as most the vampires were, “concerning the slaves...” I swallowed thickly saying the word, but he didn’t appear to mind; some Masters didn’t like their slaves using that word, thinking that in using it casually they would begin to no longer identify themselves with it, “why is it that only some humans were slaves before, and not all of them?”
    Sibold’s book was gingerly placed on his lap as he sighed, brushing the brown hair from his face so that I could get a better glimpse of his mesmerizing eyes. I sat in my seat, quite unable to breathe as he looked back at me. “Why indeed, Juliet?” he asked as his gaze roamed to the book sitting before me, and then traveled back to me, causing a shiver to echo up my spine. “What is your opinion concerning this?”
    I bit my lip as I finally looked down, tearing my gaze from Sibold – a hard thing to accomplish – feeling embarrassed because I’d been staring at him for longer than a few moments; this really was unacceptable, but I was beginning not to care, something dangerous for a human slave.
    What was my take on it?
    To tell the truth, I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about the information contained within the book. Being a slave myself, it was frowned upon to think of freedom, or of history – or of anything, for that matter – so I had never really given deep thought to the idea that humans could be free; I wanted it but the rules had kept me barred, thinking only slipping in between the cracks, haunting my dreams at night, taunting my mind during the day.
    Freedom was unheard of in this time. All of the humans were slaves now, not only the humans who had a particular shade of skin.
    It really didn’t make any sense.
    Why would one human ever think they were better than another human? The vampires were above us, but they were another race – similar to humans in some ways, but oh so different in others.
    The vampire society had no rules regarding treatment of other vampires as lesser, aside from their caste system, which focused solely on blood and power; skin color was of no consequence. Sibold’s best friend L’Hier had dark skin, an enchanting shade that complemented his equally enchanting personality, but not one vampire treated him any different than the other Purebloods...except perhaps Sibold or his father, but that was only because Elisi Seven was so large, and they ruled it (power); vampires were well known for being prideful and power hungry, more than willing to bow down to those who were ‘above’ them if it would elevate their status in the system – or if it would spare their life later on down the road. And Emma, my closest friend save Luke, wasn’t treated any differently than I was, and she had skin that was nearly the same shade as L’Hier.
    I frowned as I thought this, Emma’s face appearing in my memory, her kind eyes tired, yet warm and excited; she was a joy to be around, and I could confide anything in her, and she in me. It had been quite awhile since I had seen her or L’Hier, since they had visited Sibold and I at the Manor.
    “Juliet,” I jumped another time when I heard Sibold’s voice, the book falling from the table as I brushed it with my arm in my scare, hair falling into my face when I bowed my head, coating it in red locks, somewhat hiding my embarrassment; Sibold