After several hours I can see lights ahead of me, not the solid stationary lights you see in towns and cities with their harsh gaslights, but soft living lights created by fire. I edge closer not wanting to give myself away just yet. I'm surprised to see a little camp if Indians, the people are huddled around the fire looking as though they are telling stories or debating something or other, I'm too far away to hear just what they are saying and I'm not desperately trying to either.

A young man catches my attention, unlike the others he's Caucasian his unruly black hair sticking up randomly. Curious as always I venture forward little by little wondering what he was doing among them, he was dressed in their get up too. It reminds me of when I was little playing cowboys and Injuns good times... I think.

I snort at my thoughts and snap back to the present. I don't know why I'm so fascinated by him until it hits me, carried on a soft breeze is his scent, a scent like mine... Not human.

Another freak like me... it's almost too good to be true, maybe I can have him for my own a friend at last. I'm eighteen and he would the first friend I would ever have. I have to get him away from those others first, he can't have an option to not like me. If they're dead I'm his only choice.

I wait until they have gone to their beds... well the straw on the floor they sleep in. I enter the tents silently and one by one I slit their throats, killing them quietly. I don't dare give them the chance to cry out, I don't want them to ruin everything. I reach the last tent his tent, there's another scent mingled with his, I wrinkle my nose as I smell it, a female.

Great, this is going to be a little harder than I first thought... That is until I spy the cave ahead of me and warm embers still glowing in the fire. I kick the embers over each of the tents waiting until each has caught, I leave his I don't want to take the risk that he can't heal.

I run to the cave and lay low, waiting to hear his frail scream or for him to shout for help. Right on cue he scream echoes through the valley to the cave I'm in and I can't resist the smirk that creeps across my face. Sobbing, that sweet sound reaches me over the crackling of the fire at the moment I can't tell who it is that's sobbing but I intend to. Slowly I creep out of my cave and towards the trees on the edge of the camp making sure to stay down wind of them, mostly out of instinct but also on the off chance he's more like me than I first thought.

I watch them together, it's almost enough to make my blood boil to see his holding her, stroking her long black hair. Ugh sickening, truly. I don't know what's worse, his soft crooning words of comfort in her ear or that her sobs are all fake and his efforts are meaningless.

The bitch turns her face to him and kisses him, I can feel the hackles rise on the back of my neck and I cant suppress the growl that escapes me not that they hear me, he seems too keen in her to notice that her face is dry and that there's a ghost of a smile on her lips. I watch his hands travel down her back as she presses close to him. I have to do something soon or I'm going to witness something I would rather not see, at least with that bitch anyway.

I see my opportunity at my feet, a rock I'm tempted to throw it at the bitch but its scent has caught my attention. I pick up the rock and smell it intently before licking it, magnesium, perfect.

I take aim and throw the rock into the nearest flaming tent, the rock reacts with the heat and explodes causing him to jump to her feet and her to fall on her back with a scowl. I have to bite my lip to keep from roaring with laughter she's really disappointed, its rolling off of her in waves but oddly he's relieved.