I sat on the balcony a feet away from Jake, grinning as I spotted a couple. The name's Cute, CuteTheKiller. I pointed out the couple to Jake. We were on a killing spree. We were killers. Our past made us killers. My broken heart made me a killer. Jake and I became friends not long ago, we both were hybrids (Vampire and werewolf). I jumped down and he followed. I never knew that day I would die. I never knew I'd come back from the dead. I never knew my next life would be full of wonderful and dreadful events. Will I quit after going through so much after so many decades of not aging a single bit ?