First ever fanfiction, so sorry or thanks...whichever is appropriate ^^. Just an idea i had when reading the descriptions of the B.H types as a drug addict and agorophobic. So Changelings are kind based on a idea of a schizophrenic. Plus i wanted a reason as to why vampires could go about in the sun, but i think thats just me. Please review, any constructive opinions would be greatly appreciated. Thanks people! :)

The Madness Of My Kind

So a bit of exposition first for a possible type 5….

Changelings are created when a pregnant physic is infected by a vampire. They don't often live, the mother and child normally die in birth. Changelings are physic, they feed off the memories, thoughtsand emotions of humans, leaving them catatonic, but will eat their hearts to physically take on their appearance Changelings were hunted to extinction a millennia ago (a war known as the Purge) when vampires realized their draining all their blood allowed vampires and those they sired to walk in sunlight and temporarily sate their hunger, but in return it stole their reflections.

17.00

"Damn it!" I said slamming my sketch book shut as I realized I only had the one page left. I flipped through it. The drawings and images of centuries worth of lifetimes filled every page. But I had only stolen this book a week ago? Maybe, time was getting harder to keep track of, regardless i had already filled it. "Bloody hell". I put my pen away, I had to save the last page. It was the last lifeline I had for the time being.

I felt the eyes of the café patrons on me as I placed my head in my hands, the constant headache I had left Egypt with pounding dully behind my eyes. Just go away, stop staring you maggots Why was I here? What had led me to this inconsequential island? The back end of nowhere! I remembered getting of the boat, or was it a plane? I remembered both Im losing it, finally. I had to laugh, 600 years of stealing the memories and faces of mortals, I had lasted longer than most my kind. But now the madness was finally setting in and I was losing myself in my own mind Its about time, guess I couldn't run forever. I smiled at the thought that I might finally get some rest from the hundreds in my head. Not much longer guys but they never replied. I took out my pen to start drawing the scene I had playing behind my eyes of a woman a few decades ago, if I could draw it I could let that memory fade away, before remembering I had to save the page. I sighed putting the pen back again.

I looked around the café I was sat in to distract myself, an elderly couple sat in the window, talking happily, I couldn't hear them through the jonny cash playlist in my ears, and a blonde haired woman in stripy tights writing something in a book. Why did she keep looking at me? I looked down at the plate in front of me, noticing my hands, they were dirty, I realized I must look a mess. I hadn't washed since…, that maybe explained the stares. Sticking my nose in into my hoodie I took a deep sniff. Ack I smell like the back end of dog, the hoodie is black so at least I cant see the stains. I sunk lower in my seat. Im not here, ignore me maggots.

"y'alright" Looking up I saw a young man, early twenties I guessed, the guy who worked here, standing by the table. He must've noticed my blank expression as he repeated the question as I pulled out the earphones of one ear.

" Yeah, could be always worse I guess so cant complain overal" I smiled at the friendly faced man sitting up, as the thoughts of the elderly couple over yonder reached me through the one ear.

"the tests were positive, how can I tell them, who will she have left?"

"it's just you haven touched your plate n don look very good,…..sad like ...you look good o'viously… not th' im looking like….sorry" he stammered apologetically. He looked exhausted I realized.

"a few months is all I,ve got, so much to do'

" Hahaaa, don't be, its fine. I'll be honest, i may …be loitering …slightly. I have a few hours to kill, and only enough change for one sandwhich so im just savouring it…..although I suppose you have every right to kick me out ….." I gave him my best pouty look and innocent eyes. His smell reached me then, so familiar, but I couldn't place it. My muddled mind refused to offer up any helpful info. But I knew it..

He laughed, "Nah I couldn'nt do that to a lady, sit in as long a ya like, would ya like a tea or coffee.?... On the 'ouse?"

Right its official, I look like a street urchim "Whats your name"

"Tom McNair"

I smiled at the boy, genuinely surprised by his kindness, "Thank you Sir McNair" As I touched him on the arm, a quick image of a large house and a sense of a presence within flashed through my mind. He blushed as he looked down and walked away, it wasn't until I put my earphones in to drown out the thoughts of the dying man and his cheating wife it hit me. I didn't hear any thoughts from the man, there were only three people whom I couldn't hear. He was no changeling, and he had humanity etched all over his face. It hit me, werewolf.

22.00

So what now then, why the hell did I come here? I was sat on the step of a shop across the street across from the Corner Café, It was chilly and my arse was already going numb.

I looked at the images sketched onto the pages of a newspaper I had begged off the elderly couple. The last being an otter faced woman in the courts of henry 8th, I had worn her face for a few months I recalled. I sighed, the memories of the past having temporarily receded, to focus on the present. I needed to get my bearings while my head was clear. I stood stretching, pocketing the change that had been thrown at me by some passing strangers and zipped up my fitted leather jacket looking around. It started to rain, as I went to untuck my hood from my jacket. Some luck. Well I guess it's a type of shower. Beggars cant be choosers and the sky opened. I decided to leave the hood.

The wolf "Tom" had let me sit in the café until closing, after in fact. He was to gentlemanly to kick me out, but he had started to twitch so much while looking at the clock I hadn't the heart to keep him at work, and I felt guilty when he literally ran out the door behind me. As I enjoyed the feeling of the clod rain hitting my face I looked up at the sky and noticed the full moon. "huh, no wonder he ran so fast" I thought I just smelled that bad.

I randomly picked a direction, the same the werewolf had run off in, picked my bag and started walking.

22.53

I stood looking at the large house. It had a b'n'b sign above the door, Honolulu Heights, but it was old and dated. The garden was untidy and the window paint was peeling. The house was run down, but something about it felt like home. However I knew it wasn't my thought but that of the werewolf Tom. I sighed, not quite believing I was considering it. Perphaps a new low right here. It was raining heavily, and I was cold and miserable. Back in the days I wouldve simply picked a house, walked in, eaten the hearts of the residents and taken what I wanted, Now I hid from humans, their thoughts an assault on my senses as well as the greatest temptation. I shook my head, shaking away the urge to grab the youths walking past me. They didn't even spare me a glance. Maggots! "No this is pathetic…" I wanted a shower, and a new pair of socks but wasn't going to break into Tom the werewolfs home, even if he was currently running around under the moon somewhere. I turned from the house there must be something of interest on this rock until a womans voice broke through the Ramones

"That's it! Your own your own!" the shouting trailed of into a series of insults and swearing. I looked back laughing at the voice coming from the house pulling the earphones from my ear. It brought back memories of some highland games, and a heavy drinking contest with a particularly noisey authentic Scottsman. The wandering teenagers looked at me like I'd grown a trunk as I laughed, seemingly unconcerned by the screeching Scott. A short haired woman, in a leather jacket I like that suddenly appeared stamping her foot, unnoticed by the group, a faint blue light emanating from her. I could almost see the memories etched beneath her skin rolling across her like a breeze. I could feel myself drooling caused by the tangible memories and thoughts, up and walking around in a pair of Doc Martins. I walked towards her unable to help myself, imagining the sensation of taking her essence and identity for myself. One touch is all it would take. The ghost kicked the front door, shouted "ARSE!" and disappeared.

22.58

I used to dine in the courts of the greats. Lords and kings, even old oness fought for me, and feared me. And now im crawling through a sodding window. Screw it im not that proud, pissing rain. My boots landed as I finished pulling myself through the back window. I crouched low, looking around the kitchen, watching and listening. Silence, Nothing alive here. As bad as I felt breaking into the home of the friendly were, the ghost woman had peaked my interest. A ghost and a werewolf living together, a unusual mix. Right, I'll take a peek; perhaps take a bar of soap, and maybe a pad! Then skedaddle.

I stood, and pulled my hair out from my jacket and shook it out. Hungry, I opened the fridge I found some raw sausages, it wasn't quite the same as a fresh human heart but cooked meat gave me bellyache, and I didn't need another face. This is how I had survived since Egypt. Sneaking into homes and stealing what I needed. I tried not to take in excess, but I didn't know how to survive in this world. I was deeply out of touch. The world had moved on, changed, since I clawed my way out of the pyramid I'd been trapped in for a century. Although i to had changed we'd moved apart. 113 years with only my thousands of memories, and the faint thoughts of distant humans had created a near impenetrable wall between me and the world. A valuable defense, for both sides.

Still chewing on the partially defrosted meat, I started rummaging through draws and stacks of paper, looking for anything of interest, curious to find out more about the wolf. Something in one of the draws caught my eye. I pulled it out and stared in surprise. So the wolf's met them then. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Vampires always need some kind of game. After betraying us, who was there left to hunt apart from the humans and weres? I tossed the stake; end over end and caught it smoothly, testing the weight. It was smooth, well whittled. He was obviously practiced.

Putting the stake down on the table I walked towards the door, jumping as the stake hit the floor. An obscenely loud noise in the silent house.

"GET IN HERE YOU NON-COPOREAL BITCH!"

I froze as the desperate shout reverberated through the silent house, and the image of a dying soldier clasping my hand flashed through my mind

"Stop playing with bits of wood, come in and actually stake me if your going to do it!"

The voice was so familiar in some respects, the clipped English accent belonged to most the men I had grown up with, rarely heard in these times, but there was a pleading behind it, heavily etched with resentment and disdain. Giving me the silent treatment are we? Alright keep your thoughts to yourself then vamp. I hesitated, I had dropped of the vampires radar, I doubt many of them left remembered me now. This was the first undead I had encountered in Barry. But I had to look, a vampire, werewolf and ghost in one house? Hello twiight zone…. It was too good. I took a breath and picked up the stake as the vampire started grunting…..struggling?...from the other room. I was a changeling, I had taken the lives of thousands and remembered every single one, worn most of their faces. Converted by the blood of the old ones before my birth. I was a legend, amongst the vampires, aswell as what was left of my kind. This stray vampire would remember to fear me. I loosened my shoulders, and pushed open the doors, into the living room.

I stopped breathing, let the stake fall. Across the room, strapped into a chair, was another ghost. One from my own past.

"Jessica!"

"Y…Harry….?"