KIERAS POV :

I've been alone for quite some time doing what I've always done, I have always been a ghost, like I never really existed. I remember my parents for the most part, the secrecy, the whispers, the danger that accompanied them.

My mother was a pure blood fae while my father, a pure blood vampire. Most children grow up with parents of the same species, loved by their species, celebrated because of new generations OF THEIR SPECIES. I know deep in my heart there must be others like me, others that are different, and hiding.

It's been 17 years since my parents were finally found out and slaughtered in their sleep. Lucky for me that no one knew I was alive, or that I slept in a gods damned gutted out cabinet. Yeah, truly lucky. Though I have no idea if it was the fae who came that night or the vampires, or maybe they came together in joyous harmony to kill heathens who would commit such a crime as to love a different species.

I know you might be thinking hey! Shouldn't you want revenge? Shouldn't you seek the ones who sought to destroy? Who got to destroy? Well no. No if anything they did me a favor. harsh it may be but I was not planned, nor was I celebrated or wanted.

I was a nuisance and abomination as they said, HAAA!....Well looky here! IF iT iSn'T tHe CoNsEqUeNcEs Of oUr OwN aCtIoNs!.... The irony in the situation could've made any anemic human cured for a life time.

Throughout the years I've trained myself in not only combat skills but with my gifts as well. The vampires are known for their speed and strength, they have heightened senses too like sight and hearing, but the fae also have those heightened senses, though they aren't as heightened as vampires or as fast or quiet as strong physically.

Don't get me wrong, compared to a human the fae are like sexy hulks, but vampires are basically sexy hulks times two, most of the time, sometimes they are ass ugly. The fae do have their advantages as well, they can use runes as well as manipulate and use the elements, but only one fae is able to use 4 elements, most fae can only use 2 and it's rare to find one that can manipulate 3.

Then there is one other group of supernatural species known as lycans or as humans call them "werewolves" they are also very strong, about the same as a fae in their man or woman bodies. When they shift though, their senses are as heightened if not more than vampires! And their instincts are lethal, only downside I'm assuming is getting distracted by some sweet tail or a bunny. Kidding, I'm kidding, my knowledge isn't well enough to inform about lycans but I do know they are the most horny mother fu- *SNAP*

"FUCK!.....that was my last pencil.." throwing the pencil across the abandoned shack I'm currently residing in, I shut my journal and only source of self entertainment closed. "I shouldn't have gambled my last knife away, stupid stupid I should smack myself in the face."

Rolling over onto my side I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Shit I haven't had a full nights rest in years it seems like..... hm... I wonder if they really do get distracted by small prey. Maybe I should snoop through town and find a squeaky toy for protection purposes of course.Slowly my mind starts to ease and I find myself drifting off into a quiet sleep.

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I wake, it seems a few hours later, with a jolt to the sound of twigs snapping. Mother fuckers, I swear I can't have one gods dammed night, and my dream was just getting good too, wolverine from the x-men was just about to show me his third leg.

I quickly but quietly make my way around the shack filling my bag with whatever I had out and make for the door. It's been 50 years since all species made themselves known to humans and ever since then it's been a shit show. The talk of war has always been a topic on all sides and up until now that's all it's been. A topic. Now the talks of war seem to be getting set in stone.

I rarely find myself in a town where it's peaceful and quiet, there are always fights and death over nothing but pissing contests of "who's the better species" Give me a fucking break. I usually cloak part of my scent and I either make myself appear to others as a vampire, hiding my pointed ears and sporting fangs, depending on what territory I'm in, or I take off the illusion spell for my ears and get called a fae while cloaking my vampire scent.

Now I find myself always moving from one town to the next all because one slip through of my scent gives me away that I'm different. Though they can never pin point what's wrong, they just know I don't smell 100 percent like one species.

I hear more crunches and thuds from about a mile out, and it's a group coming in hot, Shit balls. I really shouldn't have gambled that knife, and all for a bottle of fae wine. I shove my hand in my bag to make sure my sweet beautifully sinful bottle is snug and protected for later use.

The only thing I can do is try to outrun who ever is after me so that's exactly what I do. Although my heart is beating so hard I feel it in my throat and my butthole is properly clenched, I feel alive and I feel a smile creep it's way onto my face, my hair fans out behind me, the adrenaline pumping through my body makes me feel high.

I'm running, running like wolverine told me he'll be waiting for me in the next town I find ,and not like I'm running from fuckers trying to find and possibly kill me.

The only thing I thank my parents for is mixing my genes and making me into something powerful. That's right, I exude bad bitch energy. As long as I don't fall on my fucking face I should be able to out run them. And by the smell of them...... they are men who don't know how to wash their ass cracks.

I mean really is it that hard? Are you truly afraid to touch your own butthole for 5 seconds? Gods know they have no problem scratching their balls and taking a whiff, we all know they do it.

I hear the thuds and snaps slowing in the distance but I know I need to keep going. Im not falling for any shit and no matter what, I need a new spot to regroup and get new supplies anyway.

After about an hour of running like usain bolt snorted 5 pounds of snow, I found a small town west of where I came from, I'm close to fae territory. Fuck me sideways, what I'd give for a nice fat turkey leg or..... some blood.

Another thanks to mom and pops for mixing the gene pool, I can survive off both food and blood, though blood really is a last resort, or For when sex is involved. Damn.. I can't remember that guys name but gods have mercy my legs were as shaky as a old human getting up off the couch. The thing with vampire bites especially biting when having sex, is that i could use it to heighten senses and pleasure, especially while I drink. It's a great party trick truly.

You'd think I'd be smart enough to pay attention to when the rune magic for my cloaking spell wears off but no, that's what always gets me fucked.

The sun is rising and I'm hoping I can find some where to set up camp for the next week or two if I'm lucky and evade the group chasing me. I hear the thumping of their feet through the Forrest ground and I hope I can high tail it out of here faster than them.