Weird (Sneak Peek)

          My name is Weird laStrange, really, and my parents must have hated me when I was born. I hear they are really big in the underworld. Not the literal underworld, of course, you know like hell, but the supernatural underworld. They abandoned me when I was a toddler. I don’t know why they didn’t just kill me at birth. You have no idea how many times I’ve been picked on and beaten up because of my name.

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          I suppose I should tell you a little bit of my background. I am twenty years old, in college, and recently found out that I was a vampire. I know! It came as a shock to me too. I can walk around in the sunlight, I don’t have to sleep in a coffin, and I can eat human food (it has no value except that it protects me from vampire hunters and overzealous humans). I have to drink blood with every meal, but I don’t need it to be human blood (I hate to admit it, but I prefer human blood).

          From what my adopted family tells me (they must hate me too because they never changed my name) is that they knew what I was almost instantly. I had been a cheap adoption because of my ‘behavioral issues’ at the orphanage. I had been attacking the other children and biting them. It makes sense considering I was a vampire.

          The people at the orphanage were known for taking in known abandoned supernatural beings and making sure they were placed in the proper homes. I suppose I should also mention that even though we have a secret society humans know about us. Most consider us like the mob. They know we’re there and they are taking appropriate measures to be wary and take care of what is said around us.

          Back to my adopted family. The orphanage didn’t know what I was, because I hadn’t shown any signs of being a vampire when I first arrived there. So I wasn’t placed with one of the live in guardian/counselors that they have for the young vampires, werewolves, ghosts (yes ghosts), and witches. The counselors are to help the youngest of us adjust and learn basic control. True control takes years to learn.

          I was advanced at that and after I was placed with my family I learned to adapt pretty quickly. I begged them not to tell the school so that I wouldn’t be treated any differently. Maybe that’s why they kept my name the same, so that I would know was different. I can’t really hate them, no I can’t do that, because they took me in and cared for me. My family, this family, loves me for who I am and they know I would never do anything to hurt them or anyone else.