I was once raised by them. The monsters I now seek out to destroy. As a child, I was abandoned in the forest and a small pack found me. Took me in and raised me as one of their own. I was nothing special. A weak, human child that was curious and innocent like any other. I had my temper. My wants and demands to make my simplistic life happy. 

But life doesn't always work out the way it was intended to by mere humans. I had just turned 16. A mark of beauty. Fast. Strong. Healthy. I was Perfect. Little did I know my arrogance would be my biggest downfall. It was late, I was out picking nuts, berries and fruits for my human appetite to be satiated when I heard the blood curling screams of my pack. 

In a panic I dropped the basket and fled home. It was dark. But the putrid stench of death whisping in the air along with the ghostly reflection bouncing off the demon's eyes as he stood in the doorway to my shattered home slowly sunk in that I would never have my family back again. 

A gasp fell from my lips as my hand covered my mouth. It was to late. The beast turned to me and stepped forward from the shadows. That was when I saw the demon. Coal black hair with blood glistening off his fangs in the shimmering moonlight. One of their kind. A werewolf. 

He started stalking towards me as my gasps for breath seemed to shallow in my mind. He took his sweet time. Taunting me. He knew I was their human. He knew I was harmless. The urge to scream died in the back of my throat as I stammered backwards and fell. 

The monster lunged. A true predator of man as his teeth sunk into my throat. Tearing into the porcelain flesh, painting my beautiful skin with the ghastly colors of death. I felt the tug of his jaws as my eyes fluttered shut. Breathing my last as my consciousness slowly slipped away from me. 

How was I to know another human was near? How was I to know I would follow in his footsteps in my desire to destroy the race that caused me to lose everyone I held dear?

Yes. There was another. A God. My savior. Slaying the beast and prying the jaws from my unconscious body. The leader of the vampire slayers, in his quest to kill a monster of another race, he used the blood of the dead vampire to heal the wounds and save me. 

It was painful when I awoke. The scars at my throat barely fading but noticeable as my voice was raspy and hoarse from taking such a beating. The werewolf venom, the vampire blood to nullify it... It ed me up. Leaving me with unusual quarks. The soulless gaze of a werewolf. Heightened senses. Quicker reflexes. The fangs of a vampire. 

It may seemed grand but imagine baring fangs without the lust for blood. The werewolf curse but without the capability of turning, bearing the pain of a transformation during a full moon while remaining completely human. It would drive one mad. One to insanity. Which was where my state of mind was at every full moon. I would lose myself only to wake up with no memories of the previous night before. 

But why me?

How did little me end up as the leader for my line of work? 

I assure you I didn't create this name for myself because I stand out like a warrior God. No. I'm the innocent creature who hides behind big brother. The quiet, shy cutie who eye smiles and blushes at everyone who throws pet names my way. I'll scream if you want to feel powerful. I'll sit on your lap and push your hands away if you want to touch me, telling you just how naughty you're being and how you should be punished. I'll play you into my hands like you wouldn't believe, wrapping you around my pinkie and bending you to my will if you don't break. 

I'll be your little dream toy. The perfect prey for the dark hunters like you. But be warned, big boy. The moment you shift into a mess of fur and fangs, it all changes. So run fast doggie, because when the full moon comes, I will smite every last one of you until only I remain. Battered and breathless. Taking out my revenge on every last one of you until I destroy you pathetic race looking for the taunting demon whos image will forever remain engraved in my heart.