Mythfits

4- Steve

I sit in my room after school, attempting to concentrate on civics homework, but not succeeding in the least. The thought that has stollen my attention is deceivingly simple- Ella. Why did she act so strangely? I don't think I did anything, but she acted like I had done something to seriously offend her.

In my, not very well-rounded but still adept, experience, werewolves are usually more relaxed and less uptight than most other semi-humans. And while I don't know for sure how Ella usually acts, I'm going to take a wild guess and say that this is normal for her.

While this may be abnormal behavior for a were-whatever, I'm not exactly one to talk about 'abnormal behavior'. You may (or may not) have noticed by now, but I'm not exactly your typical vampire. While most other vampires are pale, superskinny, are dark and foreboding and basically survive on blood alone, I enjoy a more varied palate, salads, smoothies, fruit, breads, vegetables, and my favorite, chocolate caramels. Everything a growing vampire fruit bat needs. Notice I didn't mention hamburgers- I'm a vegetarian.

While most vampires do consume blood as their main, if not only, form of nourishment, we don't go around biting people in their sleep. That's so like, 1900's. My mom works at the local pet store and will bring home small rodents or sickly animals. She manages to swipe enough of them for herself, my dad, my brother, and our old aunt Martha to not have to look for other food sources. (although I suspect that Ethan, my little brother, supplements his diet with the hamsters in his class.)

If you need any more proof that I'm different, I am also not "allergic" to sunlight. Which is good, since I am on the track team, soccer team, and the cross-country team. It also means that every vampire in my family has even more reason to look down on me. I once heard my grandfather tell my father that I was "Unnatural" and "So different that there must be something majorly wrong with me."

Needless to say, my grandfather isn't really that fond of me.

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When I was younger, he used to visit once and awhile. After a few years, he stopped, but I'm still not sure why he came in the first place. He looks down on my whole family for 'not drinking from the source' and using bagged or animal blood instead.(NEVER go to Green River, Wyoming if you like your neck not bitten.) When I was born, and they found out I was a fruit bat and a vegetarian (eating any meat makes me sick), he supposedly got really mad at my parents, blaming them for how I turned out. He allegedly said something along the lines of 'this is what happens when you start acting against tradition and behaving unnaturally.'

Personally, I think that it's a bunch of bat dung (or let's suppose dung would be the word I would use), but don't tell that to my grandfather.