Chapter 1
Hello there... I think I should introduce myself before walking you trough the mess that is my life.
My name is Liam. Liam Lightwood. Iam 22 years old and a bartender in a night club.
That’s not the messed up part, though. Everything changed a decade ago when the supernatural took over the world. What I mean is, all those scary story books and fairytale you read growing up, well they were all real. At least in my world. I don’t know where the fuck you are reading this from. Excuse my French.
Ah where was I...right. I was 10 years old by then when I was woken up by a screeching sound in the middle of the night. I jumped out of bed and run towards my parents room to ask to join them in their big bed but froze by the door dropping my favorite teddy bear.
I couldn’t explain it at the time. My 10 year old brain couldn’t apprehend what was happening infront of me. A dog? A lion? Whatever it was, they were two by the way...so whatever they were, they were...how do I put it...taking big bites out off my parents flesh....yes, that seems about right.
Not to bore you with these annoying details, let me summarize it. So...I let out a loud scream that my little lungs could give out, and they turned they’re attention to me. I have never seen anything like that ever in my little life so far...big teeth were sticking out of their mutt and blood covered their furry face. I couldn’t move.
“Get the kid!” I heard someone scream jumping into the room from the window.
It happened so fast, I barely saw it. Two arrows flew right into the big dog that was staring at me ready to bite me and it fell off the bed with a loud thug and a whine.
A woman jumped unto the bed and launched herself unto the other dog and attacked with a knife slicing its throat.
A man stood beside me trying to get me to say something but I couldn’t take my eyes off whatever was left of my parents.
“I think he is in shock.”
“We don’t have time for that. Pick him up and let’s go! Now!” The woman barked pulling her knife out of the dog and the man picked me up like a doll and jumped out the window into the night.
I told you my life was interesting. Maybe not as much as I would have hoped but, yeah.
I woke up in a bunk bed and everything came back flooding my little head. My parents were eaten by dogs...I have been taken...
“Finally. I was beginning to worry about you.” A man walks into the room with a smirk and a coffee mug in hand.
“Please...don’t hurt me...” I whispered with crocodile tears and tried making myself as little as I could or if possible, disappear into the wall beside the bed.
“Hey...calm down buddy... you are safe.” He tried and I sobbed louder making him flinch.
“I told you to get rid of that thing on your face. It scares children.” A woman walks pass him and entered the room walking slowly towards the bed as though not to spook me.
“But you like it.” The man grinned touching his beard that made him look scary, as a matter of fact.
The woman chuckles sitting on the bed beside me while I pull my legs up and cuddle my knees to my chest.
“It’s okay. Everything is going to be fine. My name is Eva. Everyone here calls me aunty Eva. And the big scary guy over there is Sam. It’s the beard. He is pretty fun.” She chuckles at the last part.
I stared at her blankly.
“What’s your name little one?” She asks with a smile.
“Li-Liam. Where am I? What were those things that-that ate my parents?” I asked with a hiccup.
“Shhhh....first let’s get you some clothes and you can join the others for breakfast. Come on now.” Eva cooed stretching her hand out to me.
The following months were a nightmare. I also learnt that I wasn’t that special. There were plenty other kids in aunty Eva’s house with similar stories like mine. Well at least we have something in common.
Sam and Eva were good people. They fed us and trained us. For god knows what. They are what I came to know as, Hunters. I guess the hunt animals like those bad dogs.
But it didn’t take long for my questions to be answered. There was what I will describe as a war. It wasn’t like what you will expect. I mean not a coup or anything of that sorts. It was more like animals against humans.
My ignorance was corrected when I was old enough to understand. They were called, Shapeshifters. And they claimed to have lived in shadows for centuries and they weren’t having it any longer.
I understand them, though. Which is weird considering the massacres. I mean I will be pissed if I was forced to hide who I was for centuries. Let’s not make excuses for the fuckers, shall we.
I remember asking Eva many times why didn’t they just make themselves known and have like a protest or something and ask for rights like everyone else does these days. Silly me.
They were not here for peace. They wanted it all. The power to rule over non-shifters, humans. Make us their slaves. And they succeeded.
After two fucking years of war, we gave up.
They’ve established their kingdoms everywhere around the globe. The meanest are the Lycans and the vampires. They claim to want equality but there are still some of the shifters that are slaves just like us.
I guess it’s a never ending circle. Power means everything.
If you want to know what happened next, why don’t you follow me to work? That bastard boss of mine will surely chew my ass for being late.
