This was meant to be a story idea that kinda came out to be a poem; if it sucks, please just outright tell me and don't be euphoric - I want the cold, hard truth, and nothing but. Please enjoy.
Here's the intro;
Once Upon A Time,
there was a girl.
She was born into a privileged life.
Born into a family full of love.
Living life easy.
Yet the world around her was not like her life.
There were more kinds of suffering that she could see
then she had names for.
Through perfection,
she saw nothing but pain.
And it hurt her.
So from her utopia,
she prayed.
She prayed to take the pain from the world,
to have it all placed into her,
so that she,
with all the strength she'd gained from her loving life,
could take it away from those who had never experienced it.
She wanted to live through their hate.
Their lives.
So that they could learn what it is to be Compassionate.
Her prayers were answered.
Werewolves and vampires don't mix, or that's what Kieran Callisto, a seventeen-year-old vampire, has believed all his life - until he falls for the Alpha's son.
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When Kieran meets his new classmate, Mason Kane, he bristles with an unexplainable disdain. Soon it becomes apparent why: Mason is a werewolf. But when a fight turns into a sudden kiss that neither expects, Kieran's feelings for Mason turn to attraction in an instant. None of it makes sense - vampires and werewolves are supposed to be mortal enemies, so why does Kieran find Mason so irresistible? He knows that each kiss is dangerous, each bite is unpredictable...