This is my first fic, but not my first time writing. I hope it is enjoyable. R&R! Constructive criticism is welcome, flames are not. If you don't like it, tell me how I can make it better, don't just complain about it. I need opinions on the format.
Me
Everyone sees me the same.
The same cold face.
The same unmerciful killer.
The same unfulfilled bloodlust.
The same cold-hearted beast.
The same…
But I cannot change it.
I rule with an iron fist.
Everyone fears me.
It needs to be so.
Although sometimes I wish I could.
And sometimes I find myself wondering.
What would it be like if they knew the real me?
I don't think they would believe me.
They would think I wanted something.
I don't.
I just need.
I need a companion.
They don't think that people like me need anything.
But no, they have no idea.
I wish they did.
If I show them myself slowly, will they believe me?
I don't know.
I found my companion.
She's smart for a human girl.
And she has been uncorrupted by the biased opinion of the others.
In fact, I think she is biased in my favor.
She sees through everyone.
She can get to know them with just a glance.
She is the only one who knows me.