The Watchers

Forty-three years ago, the humans discovered that we existed. All of their spooky bedtime stories about werewolves, vampires, and fairies suddenly became real as supernaturals of all kinds began emerging from the darkness and walked out into the open. Instead of welcoming us with open arms, they went batshit crazy. Like burning down buildings and destroying families batshit crazy. Soon, supernaturals fled and tried to go back into hiding, but at that point things were already spiraling out of control.

Our neighbors became suspicious, our identities were compromised. And the next thing we knew, our family was being torn apart.

Our father was taken by an organization called The Shadows. The Shadows kidnap supernatural beings and experiment on us to discover our secrets and morph them into something unnatural. Our mother was murdered in front of our eyes. And it didn't take long for the rest of the world to catch fire.

The thing that kills me the most is that we've literally been living amongst humans for centuries. If we wanted to kill you, I'm pretty sure you'd be dead by now. You know what I mean? But I guess that's just not the world we live in.

My siblings and I have been blending in with the humans for the past eleven years, just waiting for an opportunity to arise where we can take back what's ours. We're going to find our father. And then we're going to kill every last one of The Shadows until they're nothing but a fading memory.