Twined
Who ever said life was really worth living? In my case, I was such an outcast that it was hard to believe in a such thing as hope. No one understood my abilities, nor did they want to find out. My parents had to deal with the fact they had a mutant child that only looked human. My own parents were Fears, but it wasn't hard to tell in there case. My father was born a steel/dawn mongrel and my mother is a might with fire red eyes and the delicate hair color to match.
"Lynnelle, Dinner is ready!" Margret yelled at the top of her angelic voice.
"Just a minute mom!" I scowled back. My nose crinkled at the smell of cooked blood and meat. Even though it was very appetizing to both me and my father, Colrum, the perfume was head-spinning. Mother was always able to please to bloodthirst fused in my slow beating heart. The question asked to me would most likely be, do your drink human blood? My answer, yes, but I find other meats much more appitizing thanks to the diets of the underground world. Please remember that I am only a part of the steel-lines, so blood is not my only meal option. It is required to keep up my energy and help my heart keep a health speed.
Home is where the heart is. In Colrum's case, its hard to but the well know phrase to understanding since his heart stopped beating at birth. My house is a two story house with walls turning grey and the once peachy tiles on the roof are turning brown. This area used to be well known in the time before the light. Now it is quite deserted and a good place to escape if you only want to be hunted, by either me or my father. I have no piddy in sitting in the cherry blosson tree durring the blooming season(I camoflage quite well with my pale skin and large variety or deep purple clothing) patiently watching the symetrical streets for weary stragglers that lost their way. My tree it the only one that is still alive in the copied houses on the court road once known as Urenea.