Curse whoever created and labeled them, curse whoever drew the thick line between humans and twilights.
In their eyes, this helpless, defenseless creature lying on the bunk, bleeding what seems to be normal blood, bleeding through what seems to be normal flesh, is a monster.
Should you be scared? Should you run for your life? No, it's too late to do it now. You had the chance to do so and never see him again a couple of months back when he first breached the walls of your house and heart.
Although where you live can hardly be called a house, it's still a home.
You drag a rusty chair across the ragged floor, making as much noise as possible. Once you're comfortable with the distance between the bunk and the chair, you sit down and cross your arms over your chest.
He rolls on his side, exposing his viciously cold, hetero-chromatic eyes to the dim light of a single light bulb twinkling in the back of the room.
The smell of blood has flooded the atmosphere, coming not only