The world- the real, grotesque, fucked up world- lies hidden in plain sight.
Monsters blending in, sitting at your dinner table, smiling at you, unsuspecting.
Because they think they are safe, that they are going unnoticed just fine.
Hunters are getting faster and more efficient, wiping groups of forty- no fifty, a hundred monsters at the same time.
And only because at one time one got too reckless or showed a part of themselves that scared a human.
Mindless assaults, innocent people being locked away and reckless people roaming the streets.
Kidnapping, homicide and rape.
Robbery, arson, fraud.
Substances given out to abused teens in dirty alleys.
Yet humans always seem to deserve another chance.
Because they are humans, because they stand above all.
Because that's just the way things are.
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I know about hunters and their crimes.
I know about monsters and their dark, predatory nature.
But now that I've moved to this new, comfy apartment with this other student- and since I never really got involved with the supernatural to begin with- I know I should try to forget and lead a normal, laid-back life.
With friends and maybe a relationship. Who knows, maybe enrol in a school, like I should.
A normal, happy, fully-functioning life.
A life full of lies.
Yeah, not my thing.
Instead, I'll just head outside with little to no preparation and observe and study and write about the truths I uncover.
While lying to everyone around me and avoiding hunters and civvies alike, ignoring my roommate and with no end goal to it.
Yep, sounds more like me.
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Didn't go as planned.
Half of my contacts aren't human,
Am I human?
Hope so...
But do I?
Discussing the supernatural among other topics with my roommate has become routine.
My roommate who doesn't know about the supernatural.
My roommate who doesn't question where I go or what I do.
She does question why I just walked through the door limping and covered in blood though.
Good God, this should be fun.
Geovanni
Have you ever gotten that feeling that somebody was watching you? And that person who was watching you wasn't normal. I have felt that way all of my life; but then again I felt as if I went missing nobody would even notice or care I was gone. I am 23 and just graduated from college. I was there an extra year because I had to take care of my family. I had to transfer back into the city and pick up the extra work because my mom died, and my dad became addicted to anything that would numb his pain. My little sister and brother would be lost without me here. But now I could care less. A cold breeze blew through my window waking me up from my thoughts. I looked over in the corner and saw that nothing was there. It was odd because I felt like someone well more like something was there. It had to be my imagination getting the best of me. I laid back in my bed and closed my eyes.
Then all of a sudden I got the feeling I wasn't alone. But the really strange thing is that even if there was someone in here with me I felt safe.
Jordan.
I watched her as she slept. In fact I have been watching her since she was born. I have waited half a century to find that one person. I think I have finally settled on her. She was my choice. I know. After being in as many relationships as I have you know things. I felt my fangs tingle. Her blood smelled so sweet. Her heartbeat was steady and strong. I took my tongue and ran it across my fang. The temptation to indulge in her red liquid was far too strong. I let out a low growl and jumped out her window. I was ready for a hunt.
"Did you see her Jordan?"
"Yes, and tomorrow night you will turn her,"
"Why do I have to turn her?"
"Ezra, you know once you turn them, they hate you,"
"I didn't hate pops,"
"You wanted to join though,"
"True, but first see if she wants to be turn before you jump to conclusions,"
I nodded my head, before me and Ezra took off to find some fresh blood for the night.