I spent most of my time trying to find someone I couldn't relate to as far as I was concerned. It was too risky so I secluded myself from anything that walked on two legs. I avoided the sun as much as possible for a particular reason since I couldn't stand looking at myself that way. Who would understand it when I can't explain it myself? I never seemed to have a need for a car because I discovered my running ability was more useful and it kept me away from people. Not only that but I had seen my reflection. People wouldn't recognize me. I morphed from an ordinary girl to a bloodthirsty model with blazing eyes. It had been years since I had seen anyone that had crimson in their veins but it was for the best. I was far more afraid of myself than I had been of anything. I still don't understand what I am. I've heard the legends but I could never seem to bring myself to truly accept that maybe this monster does exist…and it exists in me.