I carefully lifted the blade to my wrist, hoping this time I would bleed the beautiful liquid but instead, the blood didn't flow from the freshly slit wrist. Why was I the monster? I didn't want it to be this way. There was no other way to express the disgust I have other than slitting, waiting to bleed out the anguish. I should've known by now that I couldn't bleed, after ten years of this life after my mother died. I stared blankly at my wrist, peering inside the wound as I always did. Within seconds, the wound was covered over as if it was never even there. I knew that I had no blood, it was all frozen. It's just the way I was now that it was my new DNA. It was a silly thing, to watch me cut open my cold veins, frozen from inactivity, since I have been dead for quite some time. Ever since my mother died, I, in a sense died with her. But I was reborn with a new strand of alien DNA, the one that caused me to be who I am.
I threw the knife at the large window, causing it to shatter into the night. The pointed glass lay on the ground outside. In amongst my anger and frustration, I ran for it. I knew I shouldn't have especially at night where my powers are the strongest. I resisted all temptations and headed for the cheerfully light store. I sat, alone, deep in my own thoughts. I could hear their eyes blinking and staring at me with confusion. I was alone and hungry, the burning desire for blood overwhelming me. I was ready to feed. I scoured the store, looking for my latest victim. I know not of compassion anymore. I have no humanity. I am just a monster, looking for ways to survive.
My ice blue eyes and my dark lashes deceive even the least gullible people. My hair is long and brown, with loose curls at the ends. I live in solitude, sulking in the way of life I was forced to live by for years now, forever damned to the age of eighteen. I do not live, I only exist. I noticed the humans as they were always laughing and giggling like they were on the highest end of the food chain. I looked to my left, noticing the lone male standing around the corner. His scent was exquisite, smelling like the salty sea air near the beaches. I pulled on my best face, laughed sheepishly, and eventually caught his attention. He flashed a quick smile and strode towards me cockily holding his head high-a result of his immense amounts of confidence. I've had much experience in studying the facial expressions as they shift through each emotion. I could tell what this one wanted, and who knows? Maybe I'll give him that as his last thoughts of life. And anyways, they always tasted better with lust built up inside. His wavy blonde locks glistened in the fluorescent light of the store and his dull gray-green eyes locked on me, scoping me out, for lack of a better word. He was tall and muscular, his shirt tracing his pectorals and abs.

"I'm Jacob." He said quite simply, running his hand through his wavy locks that ended at the base of his neck.

"I'm Katryna." I replied matter-of-factly.

"Wanna grab something to drink?" He asked me straightforwardly.

"I'd love to." I laughed warmly, imitating the human girls when they flirt. He laughed throatily and walked me out to his car, and I tried to act like I loved it. It was just a black H3, the latest version of the Hummer. We climbed inside, and he drove to the nearest restaurant, and he ordered his drink. No doubt he was curious why we went out for drinks when I didn't even want one. I couldn't even drink anything but blood and water, and water tastes revolting, even though most humans find it to lack any taste at all. But with my enhanced senses, it was putrid. I noticed his eyes kept fluttering to my shirt, then immediately back to my face. This was going to be an interesting night indeed.
The evening droned on, and finally he paid and took me to his apartment. I found out things about his personality, his friends, family and such. But none of that mattered now. He was only a victim, and I cared not of the pain I would cause by killing him. He was only an insolate human. Nothing I could ever care for after my humanity was stolen from me. Jacob was reaching for his pocket to pull out what I assumed were condoms, and I just told him not to worry. I wasn't going to have sex with him, that wasn't my original intention. He lay on the bed, as I straddled his hips. He groaned with satisfaction, and that was my cue.
I leaned closer to him. Closer to his neck where the veins were pulsating with blood. The blood I needed to survive. I at first kissed his neck, feeling the blood run through his veins. My fangs now prominent, my eyes glossy, and my low cut shirt revealed the bruise of my species. Where my heart should be beating, the skin shows the purple veins, frozen with blood, spiraling outward to my neck. I hissed in his ear, enjoying every second of my constant tormenting. I snarled and growled, and looked up at him. He stared at me with fear in his eyes, a stoical expression on his face. I grinned devilishly, baring my fangs and growling once more. I grabbed his wrists, pinning him in place. He struggled to move, but didn't budge underneath my strong grasp. I allowed him his final words, just like every other victim. And just like the others, he asked the same inane questions.