Immortal Desires

Chapter 1: Double Life

        74.9% of the population is clueless of who is really around them. 5% of the population kills for the greater good, and the other 20.1% are murderers.

        I am in the 5% category. I kill for the safety of the clueless, technically I am a hunter. You might be asking what kind of hunter I am.. I hunt Werewolves and Vampires, they are the murderers. Vampires and Werewolves are not myths, they are real and they are deadly. They're an abomination, and they kill anyone who gets in the way of what they want.

         I'm a Junior in high school, but a Senior hunter. The history of Vampires and Werewolves goes all the way back to before America was discovered. My family has been hunting these creatures since my fifth great grandfather's fourth cousin first removed was killed by a vampire and his wife vowed to get revenge. My people have died trying to exterminate these pest, but they just keep creating more. The mortals population is shrinking dramatically, and it is my job to change that.

        There is one problem though... My father is a hybrid, both Vampire and Werewolf, and then he mated with my mother, who is mortal. I'm not mortal and I'm not immortal. I don't age like a human, but I do grow older. I have been alive for 25 years, but I have a body of a 17 year old. I am a whole new species, I have the speed and beauty of a vampire, and the warmth and strength of a werewolf. My emotions are heighten, so it is hard to control myself at times. I can move and heal faster than any creature, I can see and hear better than anything.

In my town I am known as the smart, fit, popular, and beautiful Spencer Nyx Peterson, my family calls me by my middle name Nyx, the goddess of the night.  At home I am looked up to not by my beauty, or my popularity, but my fighting skills, and the power that I hold in my hands. If you couldn't tell, I am very respected among my peers.

        I am currently laying in my bed staring at the photo taped to my wall, I looked at three people, a boy on the left, and then two girls. I was in the middle of the two, in all the photos of me, I've never seen a smile like the one I had in this photo.

"Spencer! Get your lazy ass up!" I instantly felt my blankets being torn off my half naked body, exposing it to the coldness of the room. "Geez Spenc, put some pants on when you go to bed!" My brother Logan laughed nervously and looked away, I rubbed my eyes and looked down to remember what I had worn to bed. I was only wearing black booty shorts and a t-shirt that belonged to Jackson.

" You only sleep in boxers, what's wrong with me wearing this?" I asked, still rubbing my eyes.

" Whatever, we are off to school in an hour, get ready," Logan informed me and walked out of my room. Today is Monday, the most hated day in all of history.

I stretched my legs and arms like a cat, making an unattractive moan and got out of bed.  I stayed up late training, I pushed myself a lot last night, so my muscles ached as I moved. I went into my bathroom and looked in the mirror, my wavy brown hair looked like I had just got back from the beach and I had dark circles under my eyes. I hopped into the shower letting the heat relax my muscles and quickly washed my hair and shaved. I got out quickly to dry my hair and put it up in a messy bun so I could do my face routine. I washed my face and moisturize it. Even though I have a long life doesn't mean I shouldn't take care of myself. Once I finished drying my face, I started my makeup routine. I don't put gallons of makeup on, because I don't need it (I thank the vampire genes). I just put a fine line of brown eyeliner, mascara, and paint my lips a neutral color. Once I finished I went out in my silky black robe, to look for my outfit for the day. I slipped on a pair of blue denim skinny jeans, a white v-neck tee and a leather jacket along with my black flats. I wrapped a sliver chain around my neck with a pendent that had my birthstone, Peridot. Jackson gave it to me on our anniversary, I looked in the mirror realizing I didn't even do my hair. I quickly went back to my bathroom and took it out of its messy bun and straightened it. Jackson always liked my hair natural, but it was to much to handle. I shook Jackson out of my head and started walking down stairs.