Bloodlust

I was walking down a dark alley, searching for a meal. It had been a while since I’d had something enjoyable to eat. I took my time walking, taking in the 'sights' of the worn down area."I bet Mark is wondering where I am," I thought, sighing. There are all these rules of what not to do in this world. I liked it better when I was dead. Everything was normal here before I came. I’m what you call a "freak" against all the Underworld creatures. My mom is a vampire and my dad is a demon. I was bitten, when I was younger, by a lycan. And somehow I ended up with human blood running through me.

I sighed and tripped over something, making me stumble. I hissed and looked behind me. It was a skull, covered in dirt and dry blood. I started back walking slowly again, wondering what killed that person. As I walked on, I heard someone scream, followed by hisses, growls, and cries coming somewhere at the end of the alley. I walked faster, hoping that whatever it was, it wouldn’t attack me when I got there.

When I finally reached the end of the alley, I was surprised to see it was an intersection. I looked to my right: nothing. I looked to my left and my eyes stopped. There on the ground was a beautiful human male.