I was never really one to follow the rules. Being something that isn't human has it perks and I use them to my advantage. There's nothing really wrong with that and I didn't break any laws despite the fact that I appear like some troublemaking bloke. My life was fine until I was framed and was forced into a sentence that not even the members of the governing body of my kind could imagine. As experienced as I am, I don't think that even I could go through it. It's like giving complete control to someone else. I don't like that. Someone just put a stake through me. This is how my boring nonhuman life got interesting. Author's Note: Hello! I truly apologise for being on hiatus. University has been unkind to me. Seeing as this is one of my older works, I'll be gradually revamping this whenever I have free time (I pray that I do). There's also the fact that my writing style has altered and I have plans on applying it to this story. Thank you!