Not What It Seems

Chapter 1

I don't know who changed me or why. Contrary to pop culture, not all the things humans believe about us are true. We drink blood, true. We are better in all aspects true. We burn or sparkle in sunlight, false. We are still alive, just evolved. Before I was turned I never knew thing like vampires or trolls existed. I don't remember turning, just the hunger that followed. My sole focus was the feed. My world had become so primal that I was sure I would never function properly again. Three weeks after the change I was found by the organization that I am now apart of.

I was taught how to control my thirst and hone my new found abilities. I love being new and improved. My eyes have been opened and I finally have a purpose. The old me was neither weak or strong, just plain average. I liked my human life, but this life I revel in. Nothing wrong with the normal human life. I just like being more. It's funny how life changes in a blink of an eye.

My cold facade is slowly fading, I know he is the reason why. I never asked for his kindness or compassion. I just want to exist in this life while I can. My job has no room for emotions that will distract me, make me lose focus. The humanity that is hidden in a locked box in the back of my mind is slowly making its way through the cracks. If I allow him my heart it will surely get me killed. Maybe that is what I want. To die with a smile on my face.

"Hey Jocelyn we have a job for you." Mark said taking me away from my thoughts.

"What's it this time?" I asked with my cold demeanor back on.

" You won't like it." He replied with a smirk. After a pregnant pause he said "It's pixies"

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Not at all amused "You know I said I would never do that again"

"Well you are the only one of us that was ever successful." Mark stated with finality.

I knew I was so fucked. Those sharp toothed little shits are going to eat me alive this time I just know it. Flipping through the the report, I notice one of the half eaten bodies is someone I use to know from my human life. His name was Jame Carter, 25 years of age.
Huh, glad that fucker got what was coming to him. Thinking to myself, no love lost there. Apparently, he was out hiking and sat on a log thinking it was empty, unbeknownst to him there was a pixie nest. To the untrained eye most would think it to be an overly large wasps nest. Oh boy, the look on his face must have been a sight to see.

My thoughts drift back to him Wade. I only met him a few days ago, but our brief encounter left me shaken. A few words exchanged had me in knots that I couldn't seem to untangle. His piercing steel grey eyes seem to speak more than his words had. I could be making this all up in my head in hopes of finding a connection to another person. Wouldn't that make me pathetic, me inner bitch said. Ugh will she ever shut up. She might be annoying but I can always rely on that little voice to make the hard decisions and be the voice of reason. Most vampires have this little voice, to guide us in hard times. Not unlike the wolf in those smelly beasts heads that most call shifters. Ours is not like a second entity, but more like a seventh sense. Not all that unpleasant, my inner bitch is more of a nuisance than help.

Once again my thoughts are taking me off track. I need a plan of attack on those little buzzing fuckers. Most think pixies are not that bad, but the supernaturals know what a menace that really are. Razor sharp teeth that can slice through human flesh if it was butter. They don't usually attacks humans. Some Sups use them as body disposals. I have used them a time or two on a mission gone wrong. I get that they would fuck with him but not leave him half eaten. There is more here than I originally thought. God, this isn't going to be as easy as I once thought.

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I know it is kinda short but this is my first story that I've decided to publish, so please bare with me. I will update when I can. Let me know your thoughts. I appreciate constructive criticism, but being a jerk is a different story. So if you don't like it then don't read. Comment and vote please