When does this end? When did it begin? Why is it me?

That's what I have to ask myself. Because I am haunted by it. It never leaves. It's always there. My constant companion.

My name is Vallarin Tessla Zatov. Apparently my family had a sense of humor. I wouldn't know, I've never met the people. Not sure I want to. Not sure I ever will. See, because of them, I happen to be a special kind of freak. I can't be accepted by the humans or any other creature. I happen to be the most completely messed up person in the world. I am the sun block reliant, full moon phobic, blood sucking, super fast, super strong, super basically unkillable freak whose parents seemed to think it was a good idea to mix werewolf and vampire into one being. Seeing as how I've never met them shows what good it did them right? My least favorite part of the day? Morning.

Beeep… beep…beep…be-clang

"Shut up, too early," I opened my eyes to glare at my alarm clock which had just earned itself yet another dent. And nearly fell off the ceiling.

"This is bad, I'm gonna be late. First day of school being late is not recommended. Nope, this is bad." I let myself float to the floor, and begin to prepare for the day which includes a WHOLE lot of quick drying sunscreen.

I rush through my getting dressed for school, donning a simple pair of jeans and my favorite T-shirt. I grab the first thing I see out of the cabinets- not like any of it sounds good anyway- and head toward the door, backpack in hand.

The door opens before I even get to it and then closes after I go through. Another freak thing about me is that I happen to be telekinetic and on the rarest occasion that I feel like it, im strong enough, and they are unaware of it I am also telepathic. It sucks.

I could very well have the ability to be telepathic often but ever since a very certain accident that occurred a long while back, I've refuse to drink blood of any kind. Doesn't help that I get queasy at the sight of it. But after the incident it just became impossible.

It happened three hundred years ago I was in the woods when my friend quite literally bumped into me. He was bleeding and I was young. When his parents found us he was on the ground very pale and not moving. I said that this was how I had found him. They believed me.

They blamed it on an animal. I was there when he came to, he heard the story and was asked if it was an animal that attacked him he stared straight at me and said yes.

He never told anyone that that animal had been me. I had been strong enough back then and had heard the thought very clearly every time he saw me back then; "Monster"

I moved. When I moved back at the now eternal age of seventeen he had died. Everything has changed. I visited the cemetery and found his grave. What I saw left me…disturbed.

Blake Allan Harrison

Looked for Monsters

Found his Death

They took him

He took three

I push it out of my head and hurry in the direction of the school. I get there just in time for the late bell.

My life sucks.