I was a monster.

His voice rung in my head. Oh how I loved him, for he took care of me. While he was well, at least. Now he is on his death bed, now he simply provides for me. He provides a very stable will for me to live off of for a while. But where am I to go when he passes on? I have no skill to survive in the real world, I have been locked up my entire life it seems like. Okay, that was an exaggeration. My "powers" never really showed until recently, recently as in the past couple years when I hit adolescent years. Hah, no wonder people always hated those years. But at least they weren't transformed into monsters.

The wind was chilly. I rubbed my arms to try and make the goose bumps go away. Shaking too much made my muscles ache. I needed that energy to do something productive while my grandfather was asleep. The moonlight reflected off of my pale skin. I looked up and smiled back at the moon. The full moon was always strange, it seemed to make me more active than usual. Made me want to run and dance. It brought me a strange sense of joy. The wind blew again, this time displacing my long, dark, wavy hair. I breathed in and closed my eyes. I wasn't alone. I didn't know if I should have been scared, but I didn't want to stick around to find out. I pushed the hilts of my daggers down to make sure they were secure and I took off. I ran through the woods; deeper and deeper, until the trees got more dense and taller. I didn't want anyone to see me anyway. I ran so hard that the wind started to make my eyes tear a little.

I finally slowed down near a lake, where the forest cleared a little bit. It was beautiful at night, it looked like something you would see described in a fairy tale. I came here often, but the scenery never ceased to take my breath away. I was still panting and my face began to burn when I heard a noise. The almost microscopic hairs on my arms stood up and goose bumps ran down the back of my neck and down my spine.

I held in my breath for a few seconds, I tried to hear the sound again. The sound failed to show itself and I started to breathe heavy again. I looked around again, searching for an explanation of what or where the sound was coming from. My hands started to shake and they broke in to a cold sweat so I quickly grabbed my daggers and gripped them until my knuckles where burning. My breathing began to settle but I was still startled. I could still feel the presence of another being. But why couldn't I tell what it was? Was it human? Was it a demon? So badly I wanted to race back in to the woods, closer to civilization. Just incase what ever this was wanted to attack me; at least it could attack me near someone so that someone could save me from a horrible death. Something told me no, don't go in to the woods. The presence felt strong when I creeped closer to where the trees began to grow thicker. I stood there, frozen for what seemed like an eternity. CRACK.

I jumped and looked toward the direction it came from. I saw something move above me in the trees as a large branch fell to the forest floor and breaking into two different places. The figure remained still in the tree. I could not make out the details but it stood there still. Confused I lowered my daggers, but just in that moment, I heard heavy footsteps running behind me. Definitely not human. Claws grabbed my shoulders, out of reaction I swing around daggers leading. The monster's claws dug into my shoulder and ripped through my skin as I dug a knife across its chest, barely injuring the beast. I jumped back as he swung at my delicate flesh, still observing my opponent; trying to figure out how to escape without being shredded to death. I heard something running behind be, I looked, it was that figure in the trees. When I turned back around, it happened all too quick. The monster drove its claws across my ribs and chest which threw me on my back. I screamed out because the wide opened wounds began to burn badly. I tried to pull myself up then the beast dug into my leg. It was going to tear me apart limb by limb. I clenched, bracing for the pain. Out of the corner of my eye something flashed. Something bright like a sword drawn in the dead of night, illuminated by the fullest moon; flashed before my eyes and destroyed my opponent.

I just laid there. Astonished of what I just witnessed. I tried to get up, I was feeling weak. How much blood was I losing? I forgot I was bleeding for a while. The wounds began to burn and I let out a faint cry and I let myself fall back to the dirt. I closed my eyes for a few seconds until the pain settled again. I snapped my eyes back open to see that figure. I could make out his features. He was a short male with spiky black hair the shined blue in the light. He was dressed in all black and holding a katana. His eyes were a beautiful crimson red. They were large but slanted. I felt obligated to move again. I felt pathetic next to his regal presence.

I managed to make myself sit up. He stood there with a look of horror on his face as he put away his katana. Everything was starting to blur, I was gasping for air. I could barely breathe with the wounds on my ribs. With every move the burning seemed to intensify. I gasped as I tried to move my leg. I pressed on the hole in my jeans. They were soaked and sticky with blood. I began to panic.

"Wait, stop. Stop moving." He said falling at my side on his knees. "I will take you back."

"What, where? Back where?"

"It doesn't matter." Everything blurred even more, I felt like I was spinning. I kept fading in and out of the darkness until everything went black.