April Rose- Night Shifter

    I'm hearing it again.

    Wait, I'm not hearing it, I'm hearing them. They've been after me for a couple weeks now. Stalking me, making me their prey. I don't know what to do. They don't know I know about them, They should know though considering every other creature out there knows about me, who I am and what I do. These....things even if they don't know exactly who or what I am must feel it in their blood and that's probably why they're after me. They just sense it. I must figure out what they are and how to stop them before they figure out what I am and my weaknesses....If any at all.

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    Let me explain myself. My name is April Rose and I'm a night-shifter. Don't ask me how I am what I am because I don't know how myself. Both of my parents are normals. Humans if you prefer. It's almost one hundred percent impossible for two full-fledged humans to give birth to a night shifter- almost being the key word apparently. They've known what I was since my toddler days. When they would check in on me at night in my new "big kid bed" they wouldn't find me in it, but in my place they would usually find a little kitten curled up in a ball, sometimes a guinea pig, a puppy, or some odd creature but mostly that little white kitten, I loved kittens back then.

    My parents didn't know what to do. They didn't want to go to a regular doctor for this, afraid that they'd ship me off and become another government experiment. Afraid they'd call me a freak of nature, an abomination. They looked up on Google what was happening, after having no where else to turn to. After months of failure, they gave up searching. They decided to make one more search rewording my symptoms about 6 months later because I became worse as I started having nightmares. Becoming an abundance of scary animals such as bats and alligators.

    They finally found it, a website that knows what they were wondering about for years and figured out I'm part of the Nighters and I'm a rare species, Night-Shifter. Night Shifters can turn into anything alive at night at least. There's only about 10 others of our kind that we know of. Now, that's pretty rare if you ask me. The website explained everything in it. Everything about the Nighters and all of the Nighter species. It was amazing. It explained how to keep powers under control as kids. What to eat so you won't shift at night, certain medicines and some techniques. The food for Shifters to keep control is carrots, tomatoes and peanuts. So every day of my child hood my mother would give me some sort of snack right before bed that controlled my shiftiness. The website explained that no one in my family had to have mystical blood for their offspring to become a Shifter but that's very unlikely. It could just happen or you could have been bitten by one. I don't know which category I belong in but I hope my parents just gave birth to me like this. I don't like the idea that some creep bit me when i was a child, invading my space.

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    Us Shifters, we also have powers. Powers that I use quite often when I shouldn't since it's dangerous for me and to others. That's a later topic because at the moment I have a few stalkers to worry about now on my tail.

 I hit the corner of Elm and Pleasant, I had only checked over my shoulder a dozen  times, I could feel them. Their eyes drilling holes through my spine, noses sniffing my delicate blood sending chills through my soul. How do I escape them? How long have they been following me? I pick up speed and cut through the Beethoven's bagel shop, it is only one more block until I reach Jason's apartment building in the middle of cedar. He should know what to do. He knows about me and what I am. He's Fae and knows more about the other creatures of our kind more than I do since his whole family is part of the mystical realm. I am his father's favorite friend of Jason's, the only one he says he can trust, since his son hangs around with a bunch of delinquent's who  named themselves the 'rat pack' , could they have picked a worse name? I have come to accept Jason's choice of friends, the rebels were his way to escape after his mother, Jessica, died two years ago. I miss her too, but I didn't go off and join a pack of hoodlums. Yeesh that was kind of harsh, I shouldn't speak in such ways. Me and Jason have been friends since we were 9 and he has always been there for me through my struggles of being what I am, so I need to be there for him now.