|Artist: Edvard Munch|
Time travel is one of those things that never gets old, no pun intended. My first time was when I when I was twelve years old. Life was going to that far off world with flaming pits of fire. Not a good thime for me. Anyway, I happened to notice something weird from my bedroom mirror. I was looking into it and instead of seeeing me as twelve, I saw me as twenty-five. Scariest thing ever, I tell you. I couldn't help but reach out to the other me; after all, she was pregnant and scared. When I reached out, I went through the mirror and came to sit next to future me. I didn't say anything, I just sat there. That's when she looked up at me and started crying. I reached out again, and this time hugged her. As I hugged her, I noticed our surroundings. We were in a damp cellar. It was dark and creepy.
"Why are we here?" I asked in a whisper.
"They've taken over..." is all she would say.
"Who? Who took over?" I asked, freaking out.
"Don't you watch TV? I know we did." She looked damaged and scared at the most.
"I watch TV. What of it?" I asked.
"Vampires...they're not myths," she whispered back.
"Why would they make shows of vampires, if they're real?" I asked, leaning on her shoulder.
"They made the shows, so we wouldn't be able to stop them."
"If they took over, then how are we, you and me, still alive?"
"I met one in high school," she said, twirling her wedding ring. "He and I are mated, but he has to keep me locked up so that others can't kill our child."
"Why doesn't he stop them?"
"His father is the leader..."
TO BE CONTINUED...