Born in Blood

My brother calls me evil, and not in a joking manner, either. He means it with all seriousness, and I can't say that I blame him, as I wonder sometimes, if it's true.

Then I get snapped back to reality when I see the carnage that is going on in the world, more personally, my city. I get snapped back to reality when I hear someone I know has been converted. I get snapped back to reality when I know that if things are left as they are and we do nothing, there will, in fact, be nothing.

"Meadows, let's go, you're up!" a stern voice came from down the hall. Ada Sampson, the toughest b**ch you could ever meet, and she was my superior.

I stood up from the chair I had been sitting in, patiently waiting for my round of therapy. I'd put on the required uniform, which was a sheer body suit. No privacy here either, as I had no bra or panties on either.

I tucked my long, black, wavy hair into the net I had been given, and sighed. This was round 10, the final round. I stepped out of the small room and into the gray painted hall. "Let's go Meadows, room 3."

As I walked the hall, I began to wish I had never agreed to doing this, but there were dire consequences if I didn't finish. Not the kind of consequences one could go to prison for, but psychological ones. After all, fusing a vampire's blood with your own was a delicate procedure, and if all 10 rounds of blood therapy were not finished, the blood broke down and you were dead within a week.

Am I evil?

I stopped at the door to room 2. Gerald was inside, and I felt a twinge of regret for a moment. To make a long story short, I was the reason he was here. He didn't blame me for it, this was what he had wanted, saying it would bring us closer, but in the end, all it did was put a wedge between us in our marriage, which is why it had ended in divorce.

"Meadows!"

I turned back toward the end of the hall and started walking again. Round 10 was the worst part of the blood fusion you could go through, but it was necessary. All of it, the entire reason for this lab, which was 35 feet underground, was necessary. Every person who was here, going through each round of fusion, was necessary.

But are we evil?

If we didn't exist, then we wouldn't exist. If this lab didn't exist, if the fusion weren't possible, humankind would cease to exist. Vampires, the bad ones anyway, were getting more aggressive, and their numbers were increasing, and the more of them there are, soon, the less of us there will be. Soldiers of Blood, or S.O.B, was the name we were given, and the fusion therapy we were undergoing gave us immunity to turning full vampire should a real vampire attempt to do so. It didn't prevent death of course, but it gave humankind a chance to stop them.

So are we evil?

My brother says I am. He says that even though we are immune to a vampire's turning, eventually the blood, vamp blood, that we take into us will be what eventually turns us. Then instead of fighting against them, we will be fighting with them.

What choice do we have? Even if my brother is right, and it were true, there are less of us then there are them. S.O.B. has been around for months and there have been no accounts of anyone turning as a result of fusion.

So no, we are not evil. We are fighting evil.

"3." A room just like any other room, and it was my time to walk into it. The end of fusion was the beginning.