Imagine being the only person in the world. Alright, so she’s not the only person, but she certainly feels like it. She’s the only one of her kind in a world packed with humans which feels even lonelier than just being alone. She’s lived centuries moving in and out of the human world never being a part of it. It’s hard to be a part of something when you barely seem to age and when you do it’s over centuries. It’s better to keep your distance. Safer. Getting too close to anyone could expose who or rather what you are. And set you up for heartache when they ultimately die leaving you back where you started… alone.
But what is she? If only she knew. The one thing she knows… she’s most certainly not human. She’s the most powerful thing on the planet. Vampires and shifters have nothing on her. She moves things with her mind with a whim, she’s incredibly strong, she heals quickly, and she fights extraordinarily well. She spends her days or rather nights fighting, usually vampires, because what else is there to do when you live outside the world. Killing vampires isn’t such a bad way to spend your time and it allows you to hit something.
It’s lonely, but she knows that can’t change. She keeps to herself for sanity’s sake. But when he, a human, walks into her life… she knows her world is going to crumble.