In this day and age, the line between day and night was blurred and creatures of mere legend have worked their way into society. In a way, this was the natural outcome. As if it had been fated to be. Humans prided themselves on the culture they had built up and claimed that they, and they alone, were the rulers of this world.
But they would be forced to see the errors of their ways. No one noticed when supernatural beings had begun to melt into society, fading in like a background hum. There's no way they could have. No one realized just when they started to mix in.
The supernaturals...they were the true rulers of the world. They would laugh and look down upon the foolish humans, preying on them as they did on cattle.
By the time they would realize what was going on; it was already too late.
The towns were lit up at night as bright as the sun would naturally in hopes of keeping the creatures at bay, but that didn't mean that the night hours had become safe. Humans feared them and rightly so as they fed off their life-force. The much needed energy that they would die without. To die and wither up like deflated balloons. It was a fear all humans lived with. They had mocked the world and they would pay the consequences.
The humans began to label these beings names of monsters in the past. Vampires...that is was they called them. Those who took life and those whose lives were taken. Nothing could be created from this relationship of predator and prey. Nothing was supposed to exist beyond that relationship. It was said that when that "something" exists, tragedies occur.
It was my pitiful existence, that lie of life of mine, stuck between a human and a vampire. The only known case in the past few centuries. Born of a vampire father and a human mother. Perhaps it was fate I was born into this role. I sure hadn't been born this was because I wished so. If I could have it; I would prefer to keep the warmth of a human and my childhood empty from this bastard status. Where others shunned and mocked me when all I wanted was love.
The feeling of being loved by another in a way I never had. This desire born of the only light in this dark life of mine. I reached out for that star all the while getting trapped in the spider webs of plots and conspiracies I wanted nothing to do with. The sticky trap keeping me from the warmth I wished for so desperately.
The twin leaders of my clan...
"We have a duty to protect the clan, that extends to you as well..."
"Don't ever leave our sides..."
My childhood friend...
"Please trust me, I will never break our promise..."
A vengeful hunter looking for the truth...
"Next time this happens don't expect me to be nice..."
"I don't expect you to believe me...but still..."
And those who may know the truth...
"I can't hope for forgiveness...but...please..."
"I do hope you know what you're doing..."