Assault

Charlotte’s work was going great but there was a slight inconvenience she was facing on her way back home. She was bullied by a werewolf patrol team on daily basis, who considered her a plaything due to her weak aura.

One night she came back, bruised with sharp claw marks on her back. Her roommate Rory attended to her immediately and offered her own ration to heal her back. She was also concerned about the border’s aggravating state, the warriors of neighbor pack were victimizing sired vampires for fun.

In the past, there was at least a thousand miles distance between vamp-were border. It was occupied by some rogues, but Alpha eradicated the entire rogue pack and claimed that land too. From that day, all nightwalkers were bullied by night duty warriors.

As sired vampires were considered as “extra” even in the vampire kingdom, Vampire King paid no heed to these incidents. Days walkers were privileged but none of them worked in night bars, so patrol wolves also considered Charlotte as a sired one: their next favorite toy. Her unattractive appearance was quite funny for them, they enjoyed calling her names, and cursing her eating habits, claiming it was their concern for her wellbeing.

“Eat less, you polar bear! We don’t know the blood also came with extra fat packaging.”

“Maybe there’s a new type of vampire who sucks calories instead of blood. ROFL!”

Charlotte never responded to their verbal abuse no matter how heart rending it was. She was also a Goddess’s creation just like them, it wasn’t her fault that she was like this, round and fat!

Unhappy with her silence, they often used their claws and due to this, she had to buy extra ration every day for fast recovery. But this was disturbing the balance of her earnings and spending. Normal produce was cheap, but blood was as precious as gold due to its high demand. She was fed up with this routine of bruised and blooded body, occasionally broken bones were not counting yet.

Along with her continuous suffering, there was another incident which frightened her. There was a cute little girl of her age in their basement, working as a waitress in same bar where she worked. She was the most famous among human boys, her slender waist earned her at least five hundred dollars daily.

Yesterday, her dead body was found by a guard. She was gang raped and tormented with draining tactic, which was the cause of her death.

This occurrence was eye opening for everyone. Charlotte was so afraid that she contacted her friend Ava about this problem, who recommended her for a cleaning job in a school with the same pay. Once again, she was on her rescue mission.

Charlotte went to that bar one last time to finish her work there. Her visit was necessary to get her paycheck, so it was just a matter of an hour before she’d be back safely. She noticed the time of bully’s team duty, so she was relaxed tonight.

But to her dismay, she encountered seven new warriors on her way back, who were crueler and deadlier than previous ones.

“You low life, how dare you trespass in our territory? You should be punished severely.”

She was flabbergasted at their false accusation. She was just a passerby, walking through the thin long path specially allotted for sired vampires. She tried to reason with hot headed wolves, who were clearly in the mood of no mercy.

“Kneel down and accept your fate. You should have died long ago; we are just doing you a favor.”

In between countless blows, Charlotte cried to say that she is a born vampire, but they were too busy to listen to her tiny voice among their loud growls.

“Shut up, you bloodsucker! You are not even pretty so we could think about having you as a slave. Disgusting!”

Their leader kicked in her stomach while jerking her body, forcefully grabbing her hairs. She yelped in pain and screamed, which was adding a boast to their fun.

“She is round like a football, brother. Let’s use her extra cushion for practice.”

On that junior’s vile suggestion, a new torture of soccer game started, with Charlotte as a ball in it.

This continued for a while, but then unsatisfied with their heartless game, their leader once again turned towards her with two warriors fixing her against a tree trunk. He plunged his razor-sharp claw into her flesh, tearing her belly and chest apart.

Charlotte screamed while closing her eyes and waited for death. That’s when her father’s trick flashed across her mind, like he was trying to help her desperately.

“Predators hunt for fun, Charlotte. They love to torture their prey and enjoy their misery. Don’t provide them entertainment, this can save your life.”

Immediately, she pretended to zonk out, not responding to his powerful blows.

“We were just started having fun and she passed out. What a bummer!”

At the sudden end of their enjoyment, they left dejectedly cursing about the weakness of the vampire race.

Lying alone in the deep forest, Charlotte was in desperate need of fresh blood to survive.

But how?

She wasn’t in the state to hunt, and the border was almost 10 miles away. In her desperate need, she called to the Goddess Sanguis, whom she loved and worshipped from her heart.

"Please save me this time, I'll never leave my hometown ever again!"

She was waiting for a miracle when leaves rustled, she scented a strong werewolf with at least six to seven warriors. Her heart thumped at this, considering that another team was here, tracking the scent of her blood. It was her experience that high ranking wolves were viler than juniors, and her bad luck invited some high ups to end her life right now.

“Oh no! I am doomed!

Goddess, one chance, please!”