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♰ AJ with Victoria Abrams ♰Assignment 10: Part 1:
Welcome to my Future. I've had visions of what's coming. I saw the wars. I saw the destruction. And the end of civilization. Yes, I saw the apocalypse. And I wasn't about to be unprepared. My coven and I built an underground bunker many miles down in the earth for a select few of us. And for our needed humans. Humans don't last like we do of course, so to combat that problem, I decided to imprison them, and force them to breed. They're young will grow up, and repeat the process. It's quite convenient. I don't care if they cry or fight it. We, the vampires, will always win. They will do what we want them to do. What we need them to do for our survival. We're the apex species. Not them. So this is how I see our future. It's the only way I can see to survive. And I will do whatever it takes for the ones I care about. We can rebuild again one day, once the planet is livable again, but for now, this is it... Assignment 10: Part 2:
♰ Cyan with Kattalin Griffin ♰Finale Part 1:
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Council,
Things got better for me. Zeke and I started warning primitives of the two hunters, and they were grateful. They were so grateful that they started to follow us.. literally and figuratively. They had no one, like we once had, and slowly we became a small group, similar to Artemis’ group that I had been a part of years before. They regarded me as some sort of… leader, I guess. They listened to me. I told them to listen to Zeke, but he denied their loyalty and insisted I be the number one.
Together, we burned the necklace keeping the hunter ghost tied to this earth, and when we did, the female lost all desire to live. She begged us to kill her. So we got our revenge for the murders of our primitive kin. We turned her and we kept her. Her name is Hazel, and she has become our best fighter.
Our group lasted. Together, we grew mentally stronger, and started taking in other “primitives” like us, helping them, protecting them. I suppose you could call us a “coven,” but I wouldn’t go that far. We’re more of a family, we take care of each other, and it has lasted many… many years. St. Claire changed around us, changed into something shiny and metallic and cold. We never left. Eventually, we did leave the cemetery, but only because we grew too big to go unnoticed by the human populace. We bought a warehouse, built over the windows to block the sunlight, and created our own place.
Our home isn’t something beautiful, but it fits us. We are uncontrolled, dirty, raggedy, primitive, and something that society, even vampiric society, wants to ignore, and our home acts as a sort of homeless shelter for our kind. It looks abandoned from the outside, and we have guards to prevent those who wish us harm from entering. We still take in primitive vampires who have been lost, but we’ve sort of branched out. We also take in middle class vampires who feel unwelcome outside, and illegally modified cyborgs that are looked down on in society. Cyborgs no longer smell human, so we don’t have to worry about harming them.
The future isn’t a terribly bleak place for our little home, strangely. Slowly, we became as organized as a bunch of barbarians can be, and became a sort of underground defense system for St. Claire. The humans still hate us because we
are primitive and we
do have very little self-control, we steal their advanced technologies and clothes, we kidnap, we drink dry, we disrupt their perfect shiny utopian future by being “disorganized.” However, because I feel a sense of home from this city, I send out cyborgs and the vampires with better self-control to cut down on the human crime, and defend the people from the sentient plumbots who believe themselves higher than organic beings (it is becoming a real problem in other cities, but cyborgs and primitives beat plumbots easily, so we are fine for now). My small defense groups practice their fighting at home, wherever they can, so if you come to visit, don’t be shocked to see random fights bursting out everywhere. They aren’t real. They’re practice.
So, Council, I suppose you could say the future is a good place for the primitive vampires and illegal cyborgs in St. Claire. Spread the word and I will take in any from other cities having major troubles fitting in. If you can find Artemis, please send her my way. I still miss her, and she would love this place.
I will miss our communications, Council, no matter how many terrible memories.. or almost-memories.. they brought up. Take care of yourselves, and goodbye.
Finale Part 2:
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♰ Vi with Thomas Michael Benoit ♰ 
Full SizeDear council,
It has been a while since I last wrote you. Things have changed so much. The world is not the same. It is a mix of old and new. The old buildings still exist but are no longer in use. They are run down and falling apart. The new buildings that were built after the war are so different. They look wrong.
Everything feels wrong. I am homeless, hungry, weak and tired. I haven't eaten in days. Humans are rare these days. So when i do find one I drink, but I let them live. No point in killing your only food source if it is scarce. They are in hiding, so they are not easy to find.
I am still unsure of who or what has started the war so many years ago. I never see them or it. I only see the air crafts fly around. They are obviously not bothered by my kind as they always fly by. It is the humans they are after. For what I do not know.
My companion died during the war. Pathetic fool. We stayed together after the first attacks on our kind. Never spoke much. We just moved around one another. In a way I do miss him. I grew accustomed to his presence. It annoyed me when I made the realization and that just made me more angry at the idiot for dying. And at myself, for not being able to save him.
I wander the streets day after day. I have nowhere to go. No purpose. I used to miss the sun and hated the fact that the night was my prison; but after the war the dust is so thick that it covers the sun. There is no distinction between day and night anymore. It is just one long and endless day. It is exhausting. I miss my life. I miss my home. And yes, I miss my companion.
Nothing feels right. Even after years of it being like this I still cannot get used to it. I have not seen another vampire in years. I don't know if there any left or if they are in hiding as well.
I used to love my solitude, but now it has taken the place of the sun and become my prison.
I hope this letter finds you wherever you are and that you are safe.
Thomas Michael Benoit
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