The Human Mate

Sapphire p.o.v

I nibbled on the delicious apple in my hand as I sat hidden in a dark small corner in a forgotten alley.

My bony hands shook as I tried to eat my dinner with snow covering my frozen bare feet.

It is a miracle that I haven't gotten frostbite from the merciless cold winds and snow that pelted against my skin even in my makeshift shelter.

I am cold.

My body trembled as I tried to eat the apple that I had worked so hard to get. 

I have no hope left and I just fight day by day with starvation and cold being the least of my problems.

What is more important is not getting caught by the oppressors of my people and staying alive.

Every day was a challenge.

I had to steal food to survive whilst not being spotted.

It is a hard life, a life I am been born into. 

Despite how terrible life was for me, despite the starvation, fear, cold and struggles, I am thankful that I am alive.

It is far better than another life I could have had.

I could have been born a slave.

Slavery was an every day reality in my world, a world run by the supernatural beings.

I could have been a slave of a vampire, werewolf or lycan.

Vampires that drank blood, werewolves that abused slaves and lycans with the combined thirst for violence of vampires and werewolves.

All were absolutely terrifying. 

I did not know much about my oppressors, not as much as a slave would.

I knew the basic information which was what made each of the major supernatural beings so dangerous to me.

I had no real teacher.

I was taught whatever I know by a woman, who had been friends with my mother, however when I reached the age of five and had been taught some basic reading and writing and knew the dangers of our oppressors, I was abandoned.

She had had no obligation to me.

She was only following the will of her deceased friend.