People complain about having horrible families, but they don't know how lucky they are. After all at least their all human. Don't get me wrong, I've always known what I was. How could I not? I grew up with abilities other kids didn't have. I struggled with an inner demon everyday of my life but I learned how to hide those differences. Now that my mothers dead only my brother, Sebastian, knows what I am. Nobody else even suspects I'm a monster. Not even the bloodsuckers I hunt.