Elijah
I had been standing in the corner of the room on my own watching the party attendees mill around and talk and laugh. I was used to being alone. It had become the norm for me after I had been turned. I was used to people giving me a wide berth and looking at me with fear and judgement in their eyes. They automatically assumed that because I was a vampire I was not to be trusted. They didn’t care that I had not asked for this. I had been a victim in this situation. But to them, it didn’t matter. The damage was done. And I was condemned for something that was beyond my control.
So, I had learned to just stay away. Steer clear of people.
If I had my way, we would never have come here. I knew werewolves were judgemental. I had seen it so often since I had been turned. But my parents
