IRIS: The Human Hybrid

Iris POV. Long ago, The earth was vast and enriched with the finest of things and mostly dominated by three tribes. The werewolves who were the strongest and also known as shape shifters. The Vampires who are the fastest and also referred to as the night crawler or blood suckers because of their need to feed on it to survive and lastly, the third tribe who are the humans who are seen as the gods abomination because of their lack of strength or anything supernatural like their two counterparts. The two stronger tribes lived in the upper part of the earth while the humans lived in Iko, the only human village. Somewhere in the village lived two elderly couples, Edmund Monet and his wife Grace Monet. One night while they were eating their last supper, they were stunned when a female vampire came knocking at their door. Her hair was wild and untamed and her eyes were like the deep blue sea. She was heavily pregnant and hurt. The meat of her neck tore into with blood gushing out of it.

I swallowed hard not sure what to say to reply the Prince. I was beyond petrified at this point, preferring to look at the white walls behind his head than at his face that was contoured with naked rage. I’m doomed, that much i knew. There was no way the prince was going to let me go whether am able to offer up a suggestion or not. He had already taken an interest in me, that much I can also tell from the way he was staring at me. It was only a matter of time before i knew my fate. He grabbed me roughly by the chin, forcing my face to stare back at him. A deep frown cresting his rather handsome face still. "We don’t have all night, human, speak up and stop wasting both our time." He growled with irritation. My eyes narrowed to stare at his grey ones before it darted away once again, totally not sure of what to say. My teeth came down hard and met with my lower lip. I almost tasted blood at the impact. It was my only way of not snapping at him. It might get me and my parent killed i

I was left sitting by the corner in the room for another minute or two before i heard a knock against the door startling me slightly. Another knock was heard once again before the door was pushed open when i made no move on my part to get it. I inhaled sharply thinking it was the Prince but was relieved when i realized I was staring at a younger girl and even more, she doesn’t look like one of the lycan. The young girl was average and structured like a normal human girl. She had a tray of food in hand as she came forward and placed it before me. “His Highness, the Prince asked that you be fed and if it’s not enough, I can bring more” I looked away from her face and back at the plate of food placed before me in shock, even more surprised to be staring at mashed potato and some fruits, which is exactly what i had like two days ago. Fresh tears stink my eyes as the thought of my parent crossed my mind once again but I quickly sniffed them away. “thank you” I told the girl, not sure how

Iris POV. It's been three days now since I was taken from my village, from my home and away from my parent and brought here. To say I'm sad and dejected would be an understatement because I’m completely broken to my core. Time and time again, the prince had tried to test me with his blood without any success. Like this morning, when my breakfast was brought, I realized the food served was the exact opposite of what I have been eating. Roasted steak and fried potato with garlic sauce. I can tell he is pretty determine to prove that I am what he believe me to be and each time I don’t bend to his will, I see him coming up with new ideas like the change in menu this morning. He seem very tense when he left this morning all dressed in his princely attire while I acted like a ghost all together. The garlic sauce had a weird taste at first but after a few more try, I realized how delicious it was. The steak had a whole different taste in itself and I found myself chewing it down just fine

“it's too tight” I said breathlessly, while attempting to catch my breath.“It can never be too tight, miss. Just suck in your stomach a little more” The lady dressing me up said and yanked on the lace of my bodice once again as if they could get any tighter than they already are.The dress was so tight that I was starting to feel light headed from lack of oxygen and to think it being only a minute i'd been wearing this cursed thing.Back in my village, I never went dancing at the village hall like most girl my age because my parent never allowed it, so I never had the need to wear something as restricting and totally life threatening as these. It was truly terrible. Left to me I would rather wear something else but the prince wanted me to look presentable and this is their idea of such. Sucking the life out of me without cares or worries.She finished brushing out my hair and had it pinned to the back, with it tip cascading down my back beautifully.The lady took a step back to admir