Shattered Skies: Beginning's End

Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I was only three days old when the world, as my parents knew it, became the nightmare that I live in; the only place that I have ever known as home. In my world, the humans are no longer the hunters perched comfortably at the top of the food chain. Humans are now the hunted, the prey; vulnerable and scared, just waiting to be consumed. The stories of the creatures that go bump in the night are no longer fiction. The monsters are real and they
do
want to hurt you. I live in a world where ‘the something’ lurking in the shadows isn’t a figment of an overactive imagination but a real nightmare waiting to attack; a world where I have to lie my way through every minute, just to stay alive.

It was one of the things that I had seen a hundred times before, yet I could not help but watch the beautiful creature lying in bed beside me. His perfect face, that a mere second ago was relaxed in pleasure, was now distorted in pain. I was always fascinated by the shock in their eyes, the way they looked at me when they realized what was happening to them. I almost felt his anguish as he began to burn from the inside out. I rode his pain like a wave of power enjoying every blissful second. There was something energizing about knowing that in a minute, this indestructible being would be reduced to nothing more than a little pile of dust.

However, this pile of dust had been different than the countless others that had so willingly accepted their fate. This one had used his last breath to ask me why I wanted to do this to him; he told me he never asked to be born a monster. I hated when they made me remember that they too had feelings, and I hated even more that this one was right. No one gave him the choice between human and demon, and he was a mixture of both; the deadliest, most powerful breed to ever walk the planet. 

Before the last rattled breath slipped out of his chiseled chest, I kissed his cheek and whispered into his ear, “I didn’t ask to be born a monster either, but it’s a dog eat dog world.” This time, I was the more superior race...

It was 2015 when the monsters invaded. There had always been rumors of UFOs and aliens, especially after the big Area 51 cover up. The people that believed in life on other planets were labeled as fanatics and paranoid by most of the population; yet these people were the ones who had been right all along. 

April 3, 2015, the spaceships filled the midnight sky. By 2AM, the east coast was cut off from the rest of the world. Air waves and satellites all over the planet were zapped, making any communications in or out impossible. Shore by shore, continent by continent, the entire planet was conquered in less than two hours. More than half the human race was killed within this time frame.

The Spaceships brought with them creatures that greatly resembled the supposed fictionalized Vampires that graced literature throughout history, beginning with the grandfather of all monsters, Dracula himself. The aliens needed blood to live and could never walk into the sunshine; their strength was 100 times that of the fittest human, and they lived for millions and millions of years. 

Later it was found out that the so called Fictionalized novels were really attempts at educating the population sent out by people that knew the truth. These writings were the only safe way to educate people of the upcoming attack, and they did just that. Though there was nothing that could be done to stop the Vampires, there were people unknown in the general population that  were taking these  hints and tips and building a plan of retaliation that would take advantage of every weakness that these beings had.

Survival of the fittest was the law the Vampires lived by. All nursing homes, retirement villages, and hospitals were destroyed first; they had no use for the elderly, sick, or newborn babies that would just slow them down. These people were weak and held no intrinsic value or use for the monsters.  All the remaining humans were thrown into small designated towns to be observed and assigned to one of the three new social classes. There would no longer be an upper, middle, and a lower class economic structure; they would be replaced by the categories of food, mating, and slaves.

All too soon the remaining humans learned the real reason that Earth was chosen was for the creation of the Dominus. Human females were the closest appearance-wise to the Vampires own form, bluntly meaning, the female reproduction organs were compatible; add this to the fact that the chromosomes were nearly the same, and you will understand how the process of selective breeding was possible.

This is where the new highest class of humans came to play. The mating class was comprised of only the most beautiful, smartest, tallest and strongest women. These woman were all still in their late teens or early twenties to ensure exceptional fertility. These women were allowed to live inside the Vampire
’s homes and eat the best foods, but that is where the niceties ended. Each night a different Vampire would come into these women’s beds and rape them in the hopes of creating the perfect being.

Out of the mating class women, who were all tested for the level of their fertility at the time of
the takeover, the six that proved to be the most fertile were given to the Regent Vampire who would sleep with all of them at least once a day till it proved that one was implanted with his seed. The first with child would be saved from a life of humility were she would be forced to sleep with countless Vampires, and as her reward for giving birth to the ruler of the new race, she would become the Regent’s human breeding mate and create the royal family. The other five would be handed over to the lesser Vampire royalty to conceive the rest of the royal bloodlines.

Almost nine months to the date, the Vampires were successful in their attempts to create a truly immortal race. A blond haired, blue eyed baby boy, appropriately named Akia, mean
ing first son, was born to the King. Much to the delight of the Regent, the baby was more interested in biting his human mother’s breast with his tiny fang like teeth and suckling the blood that poured from the wound, than he was with her breast milk. Almost every baby that followed Akia’s birth was also blessed with perfect DNA. Any of the babies that didn’t measure up to the high standards were killed immediately and never spoken of again. The perfect DNA made them impervious to any of the handicaps that threatened the other two races.

The Vampires, after several power head meetings, decided that this new creature that they had created should be honored with the name Dominus, which loosely translated, means a supernatural being conceived as perfect; an all knowing ruler of the universe.

The Dominus had the Vampire’s strength, acute senses, knowledge, and immortality. Thanks to the human attributes, the Dominus had no negative reaction to sunlight, though they needed blood to reach their peak abilities and ensure that they would stay young and strong. They could live off of food and water. Garlic, silver bullets, sunlight, or anything else that destroyed a Vampire, had no effect whatsoever on the Dominus. The only three weaknesses they possessed were given to them deliberately by the Vampires, so they would never be able to weaken the new superior race and pollute the Dominus bloodlines with a lesser creature. If for any reason a Dominus was to have sex with a human, they would turn to dust soon after their seed was released. The second weakness was used to keep the powers in line; any Dominus that even whispered about the plan to takeover that was in the making since the first rouge Dominus was born, would be dealt with rapidly and in front of everyone. Their deaths were harsh and painful and making everyone watch was the Vampire’s way of teaching any other rogues a lesson. If, for any reason, a Dominus was injected with pure Vampire blood, they would perish instantly. The third was simple, crush the windpipe, separate the connection that it provided between the brain and the body and you had one dead immortal. I guess even though they possessed higher numbers, it was these fears that made the more powerful of the two breeds worship the lesser of them.

I am still here because of a quick thinking, paranoid Hematologist that just happened to be doing lab work in the maternity ward on the night of the attack. Doctor Alex Walker was five years out of medical school; his bedside manner was great and he had this wonderful gift of being able to put people right at ease. There wasn’t another doctor in the country that could match the number of lives that he saved, thanks to his knowledge of fixing blood problems. He was widely known throughout the hospital for his bright smile, his brilliant mind, and his gloomy outlook for the future of humanity. He was convinced that the end of the world was near; so convinced that he devoted every penny that he earned into building and stocking an underground, air tight, five room vault. He piled one of the rooms with enough food to feed a
small army for about 20 years. Along with all the food, he also took advantage of his position at the hospital and stockpiled every medication that he could take without being noticed. 

It was Dr. Walker’s paranoid years of planning and investing money that saved me and the fifteen other babies in the nursery that night. Without his quick thinking, selflessness, and love for humanity, we would have suffered the same untimely deaths as everyone else in that building, including most of our parents. But then again, maybe in truth, the people asleep in the hospital beds were the lucky ones that night. They just sleep peacefully for the rest of eternity; they weren’t like all the others that woke up to find the chaotic nightmare the world had become. 

That is where the other babies and I come into the picture. The sixteen babies that Dr. Walker was able to save were eleven girls and five boys. He raised us all by himself in the five room vault, taking the time to nurture us and let us feel like we were a family. I remember when we were little, I asked him why he saved us and all he said was he couldn’t have kids of his own and he knew that we were important and would one day save the world. Not only did he love us and give us all the fatherly advice that we needed, he single-handedly fed us, clothed us, and educated us the best that he could. Though Dr. Walker was a kind and understanding man that tried to give us the most normal loving environment that he could, there was always something in his eyes; a part that you could see behind the laughs and behind the hugs; a part that you could almost hear in every bed time story he read to us. There was no doubt that he cared for us, but he had a very strict game plan and for the most part he stuck to it. 

The boys and the girls were raised entirely differently. The boys were brought up as fighters; they were filled with powerful motivation and were taught that they were unstoppable soldiers. Since our playing field was a bit different from other wars, the guys were taught how to seduce the female Dominus by luring them into their beds for an hour of ecstasy followed by an orgasm of death. Since there was no way to get their hands on a
Vampire and drain their blood which was the ultimate weapon without the risk of detection, sex would have to do. Never once were the men allowed to doubt themselves. Doubt would lead to suspicion, and suspicion would undoubtedly lead to death. Their entire childhood was spent learning and memorizing the mannerisms of both the Vampires and the Dominus. Eventually, through all of the hard work and time spent trying to assimilate themselves, they became very good at passing as the Dominus, so good that by the time they reached their late teen years they were able to walk among them undetected.