Your skin remains pale, regardless of the time spent in sunlight. Your footsteps are silent to all ears. There is a grace about you; every movement fluid and precise. You could describe your look as something akin to sinful, sensual, enticing, yet tasteful. Those who don't know you would assume you to be upper-class; a history of wealth and good breeding.
Perhaps they don't notice dark orbs lined in ever-changing crimson; depending on your hunger status. They certainly never see the rare moments your eyes turn unnaturally gold. I've seen them; been momentarily lost within them. They make you, unique.
You are hated by our respective sides; an abomination they wish to rid this world of. I cannot let that happen.
It's not that I care; you're primarily a human syphon after all. You simply entice my curious nature.
I should envy the fact that you do not have to endure wet or matted fur. I hope that you are thankful for always being warm and never cold, thanks to our genes.
Your scent is a mixture of aromas I have difficulty pinpointing. You don't smell like death but you certainly aren't one of us. It's all its own; so... ...intoxicating. One I shan't forget.
Is it nice being able to eat and not only consume liquid? I don't mind fowl every now and then. The fun is in the hunt. I wish you could experience a run; the freedom. I know you're quick but this is different.
Sometimes I catch you watching me during the change, when the moon is full. I've possibly mistaken your look to be one of awe. I admit this to no one but I have wondered what your fingers trailing through my fur would feel like. I've imagined stilling my restless beast beside you.
You're out here alone like me, an outcast and I'm a runaway; perhaps not so different in some ways.
TBC ...
Hoping this is worth continuing. Not so great at first person type writing but I won't shy away from something new. Apologies for any and all mistakes.