I decided to take my shot at a fanfic, but I can’t guarantee it’s good. :/ I kind of rushed through this one, so if there are typos or grammar mistakes, bear with me. If you have any patience left to read it, I promise to make the next one better! XD

Comments, tips, likes, flames? Anything would help~ I love criticism, so help me out if you have any advice to help me improve my writing (:

Enjoy! ^______^

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My name is Jasper Carson. I am 15 years old, but it’s been almost a century since I was born. You see, I’m not exactly human. Some people might even think of me as a monster, and I don’t blame them for thinking so. My kind’s primary instinct is to kill, or be killed, even though we’re almost immortal. If something intimidates us even the tiniest bit, my instinct would be to lash out and eliminate the threat. We live off that adrenaline.

Only few of us have special talents like I do. The unnatural speed, the strength, the heightened senses. That comes natually to all of us. But I also have other abilities like senses that allow me to hear the thoughts going through your mind at this precise moment.

“Who the hell are you?” many of you may ask, but the more accurate question would be to ask what. I would answer that, but even I don’t know. The most I can tell you is that we are predators. We live among you, but chances are, you have no clue since we don’t interact more than necessary to avoid suspision. If someone gets too close to finding out who we are, we just disappear, our secret remaining a mystery. Our true identities are easy to conceal, since we look just like you, except that we are more appealing to our prey. Humans.

Of course, there’s always the exception. The monster that doesn’t want to be a monster. Instead, the one that tries to be different. The one that tries to fight the will that it was born with and to maintain self-control no matter how hard it is. That exception is me. Since this is not our way of life, choosing to live this way always puts the people around us in danger. The more we fight it, the more it tries to break through. I knew the path I chose was risky, since sometimes, something inside me wills me to kill the next person I see. I don’t know how dominant this part of us is, but I’ve usually had no trouble keeping it hidden. I’ve only met few others like me, but that was a long time ago. They, like me, lived behind the careful disguise they built for themselves. They lived exactly like a human.

“You’re a natural!” Ryan praised me.

I beamed with pride. I was about to say something that would make me sound like an egomaniac, when something, or rather someone, caught my attention from across the room. He was extraordinarily good-looking it was almost inhuman. His eyebrow was raised in amusement and his perfect lips held a lopsided grin on his face. On top of that, he was tall and slender.

Ryan waved his hand in front of my face, and when I didn’t answer, he followed my gaze to the amazingly handsome archer across the room. “That’s just Jasper Carson,” he answered my unasked question, rolling his eyes. “I hear he’s really advanced”

“Oh wow,” I breathed.

As soon as his name was spoken, he whipped his head around as if his name was called, even if there was no way he could have heard Ryan. His silver eyes met mine and I couldn’t make myself look away. Jasper wrinkled his perfect nose in confusion, tipping his head to one side and casually ran a hand through his dark and slightly messy hair. It was only then that I realized what I was doing and I looked down at my shoes, blood rushing to my cheeks.

Jasper chuckled to himself quietly as he effortlessly shot an arrow at the target. Just like the other arrows, he did not miss.