The Life of a Hematophagous Introvert
Our world. Modern culture would have us believe that extroverts are the norm. It would tell us that you have to be social, and have a clique to call your own. It would convince us that magic doesn't exist outside of fairy tales and imagination. It would have us believe that vampires are only legends, or more frequently an overused cliche fit only for terrible romance novels. Well I say screw that. And what gives me any authority to decide otherwise? Because I'm a hematophagous parasite, or as it's more commonly recognized, a vampire. Who is also an introvert. Big whoop right? Well, maybe you should care a bit more. Because what goes on in the world hidden from normal people affects each and every one of us. Well, I suppose I don't count as "normal" anymore. It's my job to make sure that nothing apocalyptic happens to the normal world. I was pegged out for it a few days after I was born. Simply because I was no one special. Now you may be thinking to yourself "how is it that no one special can be responsible for something as far fetched as that? Surely there must be something extraordinary about this person." You would be wrong. I was given the skill set, the ability. I had neither on my own. I'm here because someone had to, because someone looked at me and said "That's the one. That's someone I can mold, someone I can change. Someone who can be sacrificed, to protect others. Someone who isn't special, someone no one will miss. That's my new child." And so here I am.