Brookes: A Submissives Tale (1)

My name is Ethan, Ethan Brookes. There are many names for me: slave, servant, guardian, friend. I have given up every human right I have on this earth; the right to a private life, the right to self-defence, the right to speak freely; everything. It doesn’t mean I never receive what I normally have; it just means if I was denied it and beaten to a pulp, no one would give a shit. In return I have seen the curiosities of this world that no normal person would see in their entire lives, ranging from the supernatural to the terrifying.
A few months ago I was a quiet 20-year-old chav, having the occasional spliff while barely supporting myself in a part time job. Let’s say the job centre only had one education scheme available, a Motor Mechanics course. I hated it, being abused by a dick head of a boss nine til five. Then, of course being labeled with the name ‘scrounging drug taking chav’ for the rest of the time really gives me a prospective future. But honestly, I’ve actually turned it around in that respect.
My masters, on the other hand, let’s say goes by many names. I call him Vampire.Firstly let’s get one thing straight, he’s not some sparkly romantic superstar with big hair and shades. He is a real dangerous immortal and if anything, he is much closer to the devil than sparkly. Also yes he can go out in daylight, just with reduced powers (I think Bram Stoker made that perfectly clear) and finally, he has way more strength than normal humans. Vampires are the same as us, they don’t see into the future, fly or do anything a Magician can perform. But there is one thing that is very true; one thing that strikes fear in the hearts of many men, their diet relies purely on pints of fresh Blood.