Vampire Slaves
My name is Daisy.
It is a flower's name—soft, simple, and gentle. My father gave it to me because he loved flowers, and because he wanted his youngest daughter to carry a meaning brighter than this world allows. Daisy means purity, innocence, new beginnings, joy, and cheerfulness.
I love flowers deeply. They remind me of what humans once were.
Daisies, in particular, reflect my personality—sweet, pure, innocent, kind, adorable, and playful. Or at least… that is what I appear to be.
I am a five feet six inches tall young girl.
My blood type is O-negative—said to be the sweetest blood in the universe.
I will turn eighteen on the night of the next full moon.
Curiosity lives inside me like a restless heartbeat. I cannot control it—just as vampires cannot control their thirst.
Funny, isn't it? That I mention vampires at all.
Why would I?
Because my life is surrounded by those terrifying, blood-sucking monsters. Creatures people call myths. Nightmares. Undead fantasies.
But they are real.
And they rule us.
Death stalks us every moment. Fear breathes beside us like a shadow that never leaves. We live knowing that at any second, life can be torn away—quietly, cruelly, without mercy.
So who are we?
We are the Vampire Slaves.
Humans who serve vampires with absolute devotion—offering not only obedience, but every drop of blood in our veins. The rest of humanity lives unaware of this hidden world. They go about their lives believing vampires are nothing more than stories.
Only we know the truth.
And because of recent events, our survival has become uncertain.
The vampires have grown restless. Ruthless. Hungry beyond restraint. Innocent people are dying far too early, their lives extinguished for nothing more than blood.
Our world is drowning in an existential crisis.
Death is everywhere.
Houses, gardens, apartments, shops—road after road stained with pure human blood.
If this continues… if every Vampire Slave is wiped out… then the vampires will no longer remain hidden.
They will invade the real human world.
My ancestors were all Vampire Slaves.
Slavery flows through our bloodline like a cursed inheritance. For generations, we have served the vampires without question, without rebellion, without hope.
The Amadeus family is especially infamous.
Amadeus—meaning "love of God"—is known among vampires for possessing some of the sweetest blood vessels among humans. A blessing, they call it.
A curse, we live with.
I am Daisy Amadeus—the youngest daughter of the Amadeus family.
All of my elders adore me deeply. They protect me. Cherish me. Fear for me.
Because I am precious.
And in a world ruled by vampires…
being precious is the most dangerous thing of all.
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My family has always taken special care of me.
They say it's because I am immature—too soft for a world soaked in blood. Maybe they are right. Surrounded by death since birth, I still smile easily, still believe kindness has meaning. Because of that, every elder in the Amadeus household watches over me closely.
Ours is a joint family—large, tightly bound, living under one roof like roots tangled beneath poisoned soil. Many members, many lives… and many throats the vampires would love to sink their fangs into.
But they don't.
Because of him.
Let me introduce you to the strongest person in our family—the one who stands between us and those blood-thirsty devils.
My brother.
He is unbelievably strong. Not the kind of strength that fades with time or exhaustion. He can work day and night without rest, without weariness. His energy never seems to decline, as if something ancient and wild pulses endlessly through his veins.
And more than anything—he hates vampires.
Not a simple dislike. Not fear.
Pure hatred.
He cannot tolerate their existence even for a single moment. While everyone else trembles before those vicious blood-drinking monsters, the vampires themselves fear him.
You may wonder—how can a human inspire such terror in creatures that feast on death?
Because my brother is not human.
He is a supernatural being.
He is a werewolf.
If it weren't for him, every member of our family would have been sucked dry long ago. We would have vanished into history like countless other bloodlines erased quietly in the night.
He protects us even now, repaying a debt that can never truly be repaid.
My father once saved his life. Took him in as a child. Raised him as his own son. And my brother has spent every day since protecting our family with unwavering loyalty.
Father often says that bringing him home was the greatest decision of his lifetime.
At least because of my brother, we are still breathing among monsters.
His name is Raphael—a name that means "God has healed."
He is the healer of our family. He tends to every wound, every illness, every broken soul. Calm, gentle, caring, and wise—his presence alone brings peace, even though destruction lives within him.
He is my stepbrother… or perhaps foster brother is the better word. Blood does not bind us, but fate does.
When Raphael first came to our family, my grandmother was gravely ill. He cared for her day and night, never leaving her side. Slowly, impossibly, she recovered. That was the day my father gave him his name—Raphael.
Yet despite all this gentleness, despite his quiet wisdom, there is something else.
Something dangerous.
Something beautiful.
My werewolf brother is so handsome that many girls in my class are hopelessly in love with him. It's not just his flawless, masculine face—it's his bravery, his strength, the way he stands fearless before the most terrifying vampires.
They admire him.
They adore him.
But sometimes I wonder…
If they ever learned the truth—if they discovered that my brother is a werewolf—would they still look at him with the same love?
Or would they collapse in fear the moment the truth touched their ears?
In this world, monsters hide in many forms.
And sometimes…
the most terrifying one is the person who loves you enough to protect you.
My werewolf brother is so caring toward me that no words can fully describe it.
Sometimes I think—if any other girl stood where I stand, if anyone else received the same protection, the same gentleness, the same silent devotion—she would have surely fallen in love with him.
He is everything girls dream of.
Strong. Protective. Fearless. Devoted.
The kind of man born from fantasy itself.
But no.
No, no, no.
I shake those thoughts away every time they appear.
No matter whether we share blood or not, I call him my brother—and because of that, I can never allow my heart to cross that line.
He is not my dream.
My dream lies elsewhere.
Let me introduce you to the one who truly haunts my thoughts.
My dream boy.
His name is Adrian—a name that means blessed with immense strength.
He is the vampire crown prince.
I know what that means. I know the truth too well.
He could drain my blood to his heart's desire. He could end my fragile human life in a single breath, without effort, without remorse.
And yet…
I cannot control my feelings for him.
How cruel love is—how complicated, how merciless.
He is unbearably handsome. Irresistibly charming. A living contradiction—beauty wrapped around death itself.
And as much as I try, I cannot control my curiosity about vampires.
I want to know more.
More about their world.
More about their darkness.
More about him.
My family has always kept me far away from vampires—thousands of miles if necessary—just to keep me alive.
My grandfather once said—
> She has the sweetest blood vessels among all of us.
If the haunted vampires ever learn about her existence, they will surely kill our flower-like child.
They won't leave a single drop of blood in her delightful body.
She will become a blood-drained corpse, veins emptied, beauty destroyed.
Those words carved fear into my childhood.
So they hid me.
Protected me.
Locked me away from the truth.
And yet… I cannot stop thinking about vampires.
Because when I was very young—before fear learned my name—a powerful, pure-blooded vampire saved me from others of his kind.
He was strong. Commanding. Different.
He stood between me and death.
Even now, I still want to know who he was.
I am certain of one thing.
He belonged to the royal family.
That realization only deepens my curiosity about the royal vampire bloodline—their secrets, their power, their prince.
And perhaps…
My destiny...
My family is large.
Very large.
Altogether, there are eighteen members living under the name of Amadeus. I cannot name them all—not because I don't love them, but because there are simply too many faces, too many stories, too many hands that have held me when the world felt unsafe.
Sorry.
But know this—every single one of them loves me deeply.
Perhaps that is why they worry so much.
Today, I am going to a new high school.
Before returning to my hometown, I spent the last eight years living in a village called Arcane Falls. It was a place unlike any other—warm, gentle, and endlessly beautiful. The weather there always felt kind, as if nature itself was protecting the people who lived beneath its skies.
In Arcane Falls, autumn never truly ends.
Golden leaves drift endlessly through the air, painting the village in shades of amber and fire. Time moves differently there—slower, softer, safer.
I lived in Arcane Falls with my third uncle and third aunt. They cared for me like their own child, shielding me from the darker truths of the world while I grew up beneath those endless autumn trees.
But now, I have grown older.
Old enough, they say, to return.
I can finally live with my big joint family again, in a small town called Twilight Trails.
It is our ancestral home.
A quiet town filled with narrow streets, old houses, and memories soaked into every stone. We will all live there together—my parents, my siblings, my uncles and aunts… even my third uncle and aunt will move in with us.
For the first time in many years, we will be whole again.
After so long apart, I will finally live with my father—the most loving and caring father in the entire universe. Just thinking about it makes my heart ache in the best possible way.
But Twilight Trails is not just a place of warmth and family.
It is also dangerously close to the vampires.
Too close.
Yet we cannot leave it behind.
This town is our ancestors' home. It is where our bloodline began. No matter how great our fear, no matter how real the danger, we cannot abandon it simply because monsters exist in the shadows.
We stay.
We endure.
Because running would mean erasing who we are.
And so, today, I step forward—toward a new school, an old town, and a destiny that feels closer than ever before.
Unseen eyes are watching.
And somewhere beyond the twilight roads…
the vampires are waiting.
To be continued...