Chapter 1

I was sitting alone in my little alleyway as I liked to call it. It was peaceful here…no one would even see someone my size sitting in a dark alleyway behind some garbage cans. And that was perfect. I didn't need anyone to come see me and take me in as their, ahem…pet. I hated people…well some people. I hated the people that thought they were better than everyone else, and that they could have anything because they were either famous or rich. Well I guess if you were famous then you would have to be rich too.

Why was I so afraid of human contact? No, I'm not socially awkward, and no I was not short tempered…most of the time. No, the reason I hated humans so much because when they look at me, they don't see another person that have feelings like them. No, they see a weak little Neko that they can easily take advantage of. They beat you and then they just betray your trust you give them. Not that there was really that much trust to begin with, but there was trust none the less.

Now I'm sure you're wondering what a Neko is, and if you're not, then congratulations! You are as smart as a dolphin. Now to the other people that don't know what a Neko is, it's a person that has cat ears and a tail. And yes, I am one of those people. I have been living on the streets in down town Los Angeles for the past 10 years of my life. My parents abandoned me when I was only 10, leaving me to fend for myself in this world. I still haven't forgiven them. I always use to say that I would grow up being something that they wish they were the parents of…but not anymore. Being a Neko has just messed up my life more than it already is.

But living in an alley isn't really that bad. And you learn the tricks of the street as well. Like that pick-pocketing works really well when they are tourists near by that want to pet me, and how you can steal fresh food out of garbage's, and sometime even from the kitchen if you're quick. You also learn your way around the city well, and can basically go anywhere you want. Well a human can, I can't…some places don't allow Neko's in, which is complete discrimination I know.

But there's one thing that you have to be careful about if you're like me…which you probably aren't since there's only 10 Neko's in the world. You have to be careful about who see's you. If a celebrity see's you then you have to run…celebrities would do anything to get their hands on a Neko. It would certainly be something no one else has…big publicity boost.

And to say that Neko's were the only thing that wasn't human isn't exactly correct. There are vampires and werewolves, shape shifters and fairies, pixies—yes there are different from fairies!—and elves. Some people, if they catch a glance at me, would think that I'm an elf by my small size and feminine features…then they see the tail and ears and the freak. Apparently seeing an elf is less scary than seeing a Neko…I guess we all had different tastes.

So now you know my life story, not that exciting…but sue me, I had a terrible life so far.

So as I was saying, I was sitting in my alley alone as usual, when something walked by catching my gaze. It was a human, which wasn't too rare, but this human…he was different. He looked different. He had black hair and blue eyes, he was tall and actually wore skinny jeans too…he looked like prince charming. It didn't help any less that he had eyeliner on. I wanted to see him closer, or maybe just have one more look before he disappeared forever. I quietly as I could, walked over to the edge of the darkness of the alley, and slowly peaked my head forward.

There I saw him, with another guy, shorter with brown hair. I could feel the bubble of jealousy rise up, but I pushed it back down. I didn't even know the guy and already I was getting possessive. Prince Charming and the brown haired guy stopped at a shop window. I sniffed, and smelled that he wasn't exactly human either. He was a vampire…he had the pale skin, and the blue eyes to match. Doesn't mean he still isn't beautiful, just why he was.

"I love these shoes…can I get them, Sir?" The brown haired guy asked Prince Charming.

Wait…what? Sir? He's a Master? Sigh…I guess no one would look that good without having to have some sort of money income. I looked down at my clothes that I can happily say are new. No I didn't actually have enough money to you know; buy them…so I got a 5 finger discount. Don't judge I needed clothes.

I was wearing black skinny jeans, with tail sticking out of the top, and I was wearing a simple hoodie on top. It was L.A. I was bound to get hot, so I just had that on. Plus I ran cooler than most people.

"Whatever you want, love." I was snapped back into reality with that sentence. Wait…love? Like as in lover? But the short guy called him 'Sir'.

I continued to watch when Mr. Prince Charming leaned down to give a kiss to the short guy. I could feel the jealousy bubbling up in my stomach again, only stronger. Why was I feeling this way? I don't want to have a Master. But…he was different; he just had this aura about him that made me feel loved and safe. Something I haven't felt in a long time.

I looked back out and saw that the short guy was in Prince Charming's arms. A low growl escaped my mouth before I could stop it. I could see Prince Charming cock his head in my direction, trying to identify where that sound came from. I could feel my heartbeat start to speed up, and I held my breath, hoping he would leave me alone.

"I think I heard something, Kris, in that alley. Bring the car around and wait for me okay?" He asked. So the short guys name was Kris. I hated him already.

"Alright, Adam." Kris replied, leaning up to peck him once on the lips.

Adam…Adam. He looked like an Adam. He was gorgeous and amazing, and—wait. What am I saying? I can't like a guy like him. They hurt me, and betray your trust.

I looked back out to see Kris was gone and Adam was walking toward me. I bit my bottom lip and quickly scurried to the back corner, where I had my stuff. I crouched down behind a garbage can, curling my tail around my knees which were pulled up to my chest.

My ears twitched as I heard footsteps getting louder and louder. He was close, and I had nowhere to go. I could feel my heartbeat speed up. I knew I was dead, he was a vampire, he could run faster and longer than me. I still kept quiet though, hoping that he would just forget and walk away, and leave me. But I knew that was just wishful thinking.

The footsteps stopped, and then I heard them fade. Did he leave? Had my wish actually come true? I sniffed and smelled that no one was there except for me. I slowly uncurled myself and peaked out of my shadow. I didn't see anyone…he must've left. I slowly crept out of my hiding place, still cautious knowing how sneaky vampires can be. When I saw that no one was there, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

But I still couldn't help that nagging feeling that was wishing he had actually found me.