Every second of my life I hear a song in my head. It differs alot, somtimes hard hard rock music, sometimes even to orchestra. Right now, all I could hear was Animal I've Become, the new song from Three Days Grace. I was even wearing a black Three Days Grace t-shirt. but it had dark red stains covering it, and chunks of flesh. Ruined the whole 'cool guy' effect.
The scent of blood and gore would not get out of my nostrils. Yes that sounds weird and maybe a bit technical, but hey, it's the truth. It really really sucked somtimes, being a supernatural being like myself. No matter what you are connected to every other being in the world whether you like it or not. And most of the time, it was a nuisance.
I looked to my left. Half of the football stadium was that way. Look the other way, and it was the other half. I stood right at the center line, in the smack dab center. Bodies of humans and vampires littered the ground. Vampires were easy to clean up, all you had to do was make sure no one saw the aftermath until sunrise, then voila, poof goes vampire remains. Humans are much more nastier. And to me, they tase gross. Too sweet. No I am not a vegetarian, but even werewolves are allowed to have favourite foods.
A deep breath escaped my lungs. Freezing cold rain pattered the top of my head, and I shuddered. I really don't like the cold, and I don't really like being wet. As supernatural creatures like myself get older and older, more of our supernatural side sort of...bleeds...onto our more humanoid side. So yeah, when I get wet like I was getting wet right then, I stink like wet dog.
Well, I'm roundabouts a millenia old. Your probably thinking that with all that 'bleeding' I'd have canine teeth, shaggy facial hair, and dew claws, don't you? Sorry to disappoint you, but mainly for me it's my behavioral stuff that bleeds. When I was younger I thought 'boys and girls' or 'men and women' now It's 'male and female', Kinda brash I do think, but oh well. My hair is kinda curly, not super curly, but not exactly straight. It's also a dark brown-black color. Yay lucky me with nice hair, eh? Ha. What else about my appearance....oh! I've got what Camryn call's 'Storming Eyes' I think she says that because they're dark grey and usually change shades. Bleargh. I'm not super tall for a guy, but not a shorty, I'm about 5'10 and a half. A very proud half I do say so. Makes me smarter than the average bear. I'm more stocky than slender. Definatly not anorexic, but umm, how do I explain this, muscular. And I am PROUD! Heh. Not really. But not so muscular that it looks fake, cause that is just gross. And I know for a fact I'm not the best looking guy, but I know i'm not hideous. More normal-average I do say so.
Gee, where are my manners? I havn't even introduced myself. My name is Alexor Ellerhon, Second Son of Alexander Ellerhon III and firstborn of Anayu Jokki. Younger brother of Gallen Ellerhon, and older brother of Elizabeth-Marie Monica Ellerhon-McDermott. Adopted son of Evangeline McDermott. Hunter of the 2nd Party, alpha male werewolf, and a very kind citizen of Los Angeles.
Note: About the people I just talked about...my father disowned me, my mother, was his maid who he cheated on his wife Evangeline with. Evangeline had two children, Gallen two years before me, and Elizabeth 2 years after me. Evangeline is also still alive because she is a very strong vampire, but Gallen and Elizabeth are not. I don't know about dear Daddy or Mommy, because frankly, I don't care. And don't let me hear you calling me Alexor. It's just Lex. Lex the Werewolf.

Hasta la vista, everyone who died today.

I don't particularly care why. Why? Because I don't. Oh, wait, that's me trying to be a tough guy. Sorry folks, I won't be the dark hero you all love. I won't be the one to save a lady from certain death and fall in love with her. I won't ride around in shining armor on a white horse. That's just not me. I actually have feelings, if you'll believe it. I do care about people. I refuse to be a sadistic jerk to humans, unlike many other supernatural beings. Me and some others. We're lucky, surviving the stuff pop culture has reduced our being into. How pathetic.
I let out another deep breath and closed my eyes. The rain lashed at me, freezing me all to heck. I HATE being cold, it is the most worst thing ever to a werewolf. I rubbed my arms furiously. "CAMRYN!" I shouted, pretty loudly, too, as my voice box is pretty well used. "I want to go home now!" Hey, I sounded like a baby, but at the time, I could care less.
I seen Camryn, over by the doors to the stands and I raced towards where she was. I was not in the mood to be left in the freezing cold. "Well, that went amazingly well." I said dryly. She glanced my way and blinked, then returned her stare over the field. Camryn Vandalais could hands down beat me in a fight, because not only was she a kick-butt martial artist, she was psychic to boot. The thing that makes her interesting is that very rarely is a psychic born to be telekinetic and telepathic. Yeah, she's both, and freakin' strong in both areas.
Camryn is about 5'7, she's got long straight-as-a-board black hair, with pale golden skin, remnant of what she used to be. Her eyes are a dark, dark green, which I swear change when she's going all psychic on us. She is always wearing basically the same type of clothes, black sleeveless shirt, camoflauge pants, the whole shibang. And she's one of my Party members. More about that later. We think she's older than I am, we can't be sure because she was asleep for a century or two and we don't know when exactly.



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My name is Katy. I'm a girl living in Deadmonton. Canada. I like alot of things but I am obsessed with... Jack@$$ & Wildboyz, Will Ferrell, Nathan Petrelli, Tetris, Stephen King, Gintama, Shaman King/Tao Ren, Final Fantasy, Abe Sapien, Our Lady Peace, Reno, Colorado, South Park/Kyle Broflovski, AHTA, Maximum Ride, werewolves > aliens & Transformers/Hot Shot. Eric Idle. MEWTWO I listen to Nickelback while playing Final Fantasy, and Finger Eleven while playing Kingdom Hearts. I'm also terrified of aliens.