• I look into Chad’s smiling face as the pain that he had inflicted increased.
    “Why?” I barely stuttered as the fire drew nearer.
    “Because, you filthy mutt! I need my daily amount of torturing. You happened to be in my way. Plus it is very convenient having you changed,” he had said in a rush, his blue eyes blazing.
    I took this all in trying to make sense of it all through the blazing heat coming from the fire, and the slicing pain which had crawled up to my hips.
    “B-but—,” I was cut off when Chad had smashed his foot into my face. My body and my stomach lurched and I swirled down towards nausea as Chad laughed sickeningly playful.
    “Shh Shh. You will have time to talk all you want after. No need to talk now, as if you would ever be heard,” he said. A silent tear trickled down my cheek and right onto the floor. I had always imagined that this would be what a breaking heart would feel like. But to feel it up close and personal it was horrible. And I felt sorry for anyone who had to go through this.
    Chad reached for the gas tank. I could barely see it through my bleary-fying tears, but I recognized the bright and familiar red and black. He slowly poured the contents over me. I knew that I would be burned alive for the Blonde hair blue eyed vamp’s pleasure. And one faint memory came back from 6th grade year. It was my mom saying that blue eyes weren’t human that when the baby was forming the gene for the eye color if something went wrong you would wind up with blue eyes.


    I remembered her saying that it was a malfunction.


    That, that person would be



    Inhuman.