The Romanov Sisters

The apocalypse did happen.

But it wasn't the end of the world. It was the start of a tyrant world ruled by a superior race—the bloodsucking kind.

I had been running away from this nightmare-come-true for four years. Our family hid underground from the global chaos that went around the continents. The global domination was led by the newcomers.

In fact, the newcomers were not new but rather ancient. We remembered learning in school that Homo sapiens were not the only species to walk the earth, and we were right.

There were the Other Ones living among us.

Almost every culture has a mention of these beings. Since the ancient Mesopotamia, Greece, China, and India, there were accounts of bloodthirsty creatures recorded. They called this species 'vampires'. But before people accepted that they truly existed, it was already too late.

A hellish war began every night for decades. At first, humans were found dead in a dark alley or forest. Then people began to die with blood drained out of their bodies, shriveled and cold in the streets and in their homes then all over in the world. When the casualties increased and alarmed the governments, it had reached the rate of hundreds overnight before reaching thousands and millions.

The war came at us like nightfall but raged quickly like a hurricane. By the time, we knew what was going on; the Other Ones had built a stronger army to overthrow the human race. Everyone knew the future of humanity was doomed.

The Other Ones won the global war and raided every house and seized all that belonged to us. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part came when the humans got enslaved throughout the planet. We became their property and even their sexual objects.

It was like those old Holocaust movies that we used to watch in school. Black-coated soldiers would kick the front doors of our houses and slaughtered both our young and old. They only kept the healthy ones. They needed blood supply for their New People.

I was fifteen when my family went into hiding. We'd been living an Anne Frank life for the last two years. My younger brother died because there was no medical treatment where we lived. Our shelter was among the hundred others along the abandoned railroads. Some of the people lost faith and agreed to serve the New People. They became the working class. If they were good with their servitude, their masters would give them a new life by turning them.

But there were others who avoided being captured— others like us.

However, the new kind would still hunt us down.

One day, we were found. I remembered that cold night after my brother died, a group of black soldiers burst into our humble refuge. They grabbed my father and pinned him against the wall with a blade. My mother screamed and screamed. I didn't know what to do. My knees dropped to the floor beside her. We shivered in fear. They then killed my father and then drained my mother out of blood right before my eyes.