The year was 2038 and everything had changed in a very short period of time, at least that’s what I had been told. I was born in the year 2020.
The year a virus so severe swept the whole world and changed everything forever. I was told our kind had lived amongst humans for centuries before that without much conflict, and even though we didn’t exactly live in harmony at least things were better then than they are now.
We were seen as a naturistic anomaly, just some genetic mutated abnormality. I can’t say that I really know of a time where things weren’t exactly falling apart and where most humans weren’t trying to kill us.
I guess we don’t know what it was that finally pushed the humans over the edge but once they turned nothing was ever the same again. They were trying to find someone to blame and we were the ones they could unleash their blame onto I guess, they feared what they didn’t understand and they had no real understanding of our kind, how we came to be or why we existed in the first place.
We had just always kind of been there on the sidelines trying to fit in with humanity. In all honesty I didn’t have any understanding about what we were either.
In their eyes we became the reason people were dying, we were passing this virus to humans through simply breathing the same air let alone coming into close contact with them, or so we were told. Wrapping my arms around myself I tried to imagine myself carrying a virus so deadly that it would be better if I were dead, it was a difficult thing to envision but I had to, I didn’t have any other choice.
We were hybrids, our eyes a dead giveaway. The yellow glow meant a threat to their existence and in 2021 they all but started losing their minds. A hybrid was anything crossed with something else not of that said species, at least that’s how I understood it.
I had tried to imagine what that time must have been like, just as it all happened. The frenzied and deranged eyes of the humans as they started chasing my kind out of all the cities and towns, out of our very own homes, hoping it would rid them of this unknown virus and threat to their existence, but I couldn’t bring myself to thinking of such a time as I had been just a baby then and ever since that moment until now, my life had always been this way, fearful and threatened with the understanding that I was nothing more than a disease, a freak of nature that wasn’t worthy of existing.
Even after they started chasing us from our homes and into the wilderness people were still getting sick and still dying of something unexplainable, what came next should have been expected I guess, except we didn’t know true evil until we looked into the eyes of humans.
The elect had devised a plan, they thought if they killed every last hybrid on the face of the earth surely then they would start to get better, so the decision was made all because some idiot with a PHD had told them to. I was told it happened so quickly that our kind had very little time to prepare if any.
They called themselves the brothers and they stood for humans against hybrids, at first they would go from village to village rounding up all the hybrids they could find, transporting them to what could only be described as modern day concentration camps, left to die of starvation.
Hybrids had certain capabilities that humans did not possess which freaked them out even more, so when more people started dying the fear overwhelmed them to such an extent that they didn’t care about what was right or wrong anymore. They came into villages and started butchering any hybrid they could find, my kind were known to be kind and gentle, not really being of aggressive nature but finally even hybrids had reached their limit, this I guess was our biggest mistake, the brothers even began to turn on their own kind then, those who were fighting to protect us, anyone who stood in their way.
The brothers had so many clans across the globe that eventually it was almost impossible to hide from them, their duty was simple, to cleanse and restore peace, that was a joke in any event, the reality was far graver when the power and total control started going to their heads. No longer were they cleansing the earth to restore peace, instead they started going into villages and mutilating their own in a sick and perverted sense of supremacy for daring to side with hybrids.
They would butcher the men and most of the children of every tribe if they felt like it for nothing other than sport, then taking the young woman for themselves as slaves to do with as they pleased until they were then disposed of in some horrific way, it was sick to say the least. Starvation was the next thing that set in amongst the human villages and soon they were all turning against one another like wild beasts clawing at the very last strands of their existence.
I was found by an older human man one day, when I was only four years old. He had taken pity on me as I stood staring up at my parents mutilated and burnt bodies swinging from the tree of our cottage, my little face a blurry mess of tears and sobs and the berries and little wild flowers I had picked for them scattered on the ground. He looked at me and frowned as he realized that I was a hybrid child, sighing he just shrugged but didn’t dare touch me as he peered down at me,
“Well you can’t stay here child, come with me,” He said as he started to walk away. I was so torn between staying with my parents and going with this man, eventually the crippling fear of being alone smothered me to the point that my little legs quickly started running after him.
His name was Jobe and bringing me back with him into his village I was quickly introduced to the harsh reality of what my kind was too humans, Jobe however had me live in his cabin with him, he didn’t have a wife or any children and didn’t mind the company I guess. Even though he didn’t dare touch me in fear of becoming sick himself, his kind heart prevented him from being unkind to me.
Sadly Jobe died in a freak accident one day after falling from a horse and everything changed in a heartbeat, Jobe was one of the respected elders of the tribe and therefor the other elders and tribal members didn’t dare treat me badly, after his death however the true nature of everyone in the tribe came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. I was told to gather my things which wasn’t much and I was moved to one of the storage rooms, I was given an old blanket and pillow and I was allowed the scraps of food they threw away when I was hungry.
I wasn’t allowed to interact with the other children of the tribe, and even though I craved the interaction of someone to play with, I knew that if I dared step out of line that it would be my end. I had always assumed the actions of the tribal elders upon taking me in after Jobe died as such a kindness when they could have easily turned me away and let me die. Little did I know then as I do now that it wasn’t kindness nor pity they were actually showing me, it was insurance against the brothers.
Tribe Taulantii took me in when I was still small, I never understood why that was. The day Jobe died they should have banished me, if I was the root cause of this virus then why hadn’t they left me to die or more disturbing than that, why hadn’t they killed me themselves? I looked down at my hands which were covered in small cuts all over, since the incident with Jake, a boy from our tribe which forced his father chief Rann to send him away. Sighing I merely shook my head, it had completely been my fault to begin with, I should never have let him touch me. Because of my stupidity I had been assigned to full time kitchen while I awaited my fate, awaiting the brothers to come and take me away. My heart ached as I sat peeling potatoes in the furthest part of the kitchen all on my own, as I thought back to that day almost three months ago… *** None of the children within the tribe were allowed to ever interact with me,
“Laya!” Chief Rann shouted from inside the food packing room as he glared at me, we were all standing inside food pack room C, we had three different ones marked A, B and C, this one was being packed with food for the brothers when they came. Anyone able to work was ferociously busy helping to stack the C room with bags of potatoes, tomatoes, cabbage, nuts, milk and a few other types of foods our tribe worked so very hard to provide. They came once every third month, which meant that our tribe had to supply them with food four times a year, of which they took a third of our food supplies. Our tribe worked hard and it wasn’t fair that they had to give up such a large amount of their hard labor to scum like the brothers, all just to ensure the brothers didn’t kill them and take their women. It was an agreement which had kept our tribe safe for twelve years now, except this time they had something ever more valuable to hand over to the brothers, they had me.
Swallowing hard I reopened my eyes to him as the fire still crackled on beside us, I didn’t even want to think about anything right now, too much had happened tonight. I noticed him pick up something else beside him before handing it to me, it was a piece of bread. “Eat,” he said gesturing at the bread still in his hand. Taking it from him I slowly brought it to my mouth and took a bite, my mouth felt so dry which in turn made it difficult to chew and I only ended up half chocking on it, he quickly handed me a metal mug as he nodded once, “Drink,” I took it from him and started drinking the water, taking slow sips at first but eventually I started downing the cool liquid so fast that I half choked, “Slow down,” He said, pulling the mug from my mouth. Looking up at him I nodded once as I frowned slightly, “Thank you,” I whispered, and instantly felt this strange feeling deep inside. Why was he being nice to me and why couldn’t I shak
Groban's POV Slamming the door hard behind me, I stood clenching my fists as I stared down at the ground. She fed on rats, she fucking fed on rats to sustain her hunger for blood. I could feel this impending rage begin to pulsate through my entire body towards tribe Taulantii, closing my eyes for a moment I instantly thought back to the moment I found her hiding in that kitchen, her appearance and complete horror struck face as I stared down at her from behind those boxes, what the fuck had they done to her! Opening my eyes I smirked as I thought back to the moment chief Rann was on his knees begging for his life just as he was about to be executed, even though I didn’t enjoy the idea of butchering human tribes, he dam well got what he deserved. I couldn’t stop this deep aching pull I felt toward Laya, I didn’t understand it but I knew it had to do with her being a hybrid. Taking a deep breath I stepped off the porch toward a pile
Laya POV I just stood there in shock as he slammed the door on me for a second time, my whole body felt shaky. I was fast asleep the moment he yanked me up almost shouting at me, what the hell was wrong with him, I wasn’t really hungry and why was he so obsessed with getting me to eat and feed anyway? I felt fine, I was more tired than hungry. My body was still sore from what happened last night, even though my body healed relatively quickly, emotionally I just felt exhausted and so unsure of what the future held for me right now. Groban kept telling me that I was a hybrid and needed to feed, almost as if he had a better understanding of what that even meant. He was human, so why did even care? Feeling irritated and mostly agitated with him I abruptly picked up the sand which still on the plate in front of me, bringing it to my mouth I angrily took a big bite as I started chewing, ‘Mmm,” the sound escaped my mouth as I
Laya POV Groban’s words kept running through my head over and over again, vampire and werewolf, shape shifter, what did that mean? I had always been told that hybrids were a virus, we were the reason everything had changed. I rubbed my hands together as I sat on the rug by the fire, watching the flames flickering intently as his words kept rushing through my mind. Mythical legend… The words were meant to have meaning but they didn’t, nothing Groban said made any sense, maybe he was wrong I mean, hybrids had all but been exterminated from the face of the earth. I had never been told how we came to be, exactly what a hybrid even was, I was just always told that we were the problem and we should never have existed. Groban had been called away by his clan leader a short while ago, he told me to keep the door of the cabin locked and that he wouldn’t be long. It wasn’t safe for me to go outside, not with people like Da
The door swung open and I gasped as I looked up from where I was still sitting on the floor of the kitchen, eyes wide and puffy from all the crying, only to see four figures standing in the doorway grinning fiercely at me. My eyes quickly diverted toward the floor as my breathing sped up. Dax stood in the doorway with three other men I didn’t recognize, “Come on boys we better make this quick,” is all I heard him say in a self-satisfied voice, sly voice. Within a second I noticed them come at me all at once, knocking over a chair and a small side table in their wake. I immediately jumped up and back against the kitchen table as I my heart started throbbing hard in my chest, my breathing was erratic yet I still kept my head down, not looking up and showing them what I truly was. They stood blocking anyway out from the kitchen, grinning and sniggering as they slowly came toward me, my body started shaking as my hand slowly slid across the table, I noticed out o
Groban POV I found myself pacing back and forth trying to think of what to do, when suddenly I heard a knock at the door, my eyes shot up and I immediately hurried to go and unlock it, too my relief I saw Ward standing there. I let out a sigh of relief, I knew he would come looking for me eventually, it had been two days and I hadn’t left the cabin at all. Laya had fainted in my arms two days ago and hadn’t woken up since then, faint groans would escape her lips every now and then and I had tried countless times to wake her up but she just wouldn’t open her eyes. I would have gone to fetch Ward sooner but I was too scared to leave her alone after what had happened with Dax. I hated him for what he had done, he had no right to touch Laya and even though we were brothers, we were nothing alike. “How is she?” Ward asked as he stood shaking the rain from his jacket before coming inside, there was a deep concerning frown spread across