October 31, Halloween night. It's the time when monsters, ghouls, and other dark creatures take mates. The mates of these creatures don't usually come willingly. I should know, my brother has taken a human mate already. My father took an elf. They expect me to do the same. But for some reason, I had my mother's virtue. Basically, you could say I actually had a conscience. I thought about how people would feel, and how I would feel after I did something like that. I told my father that I wouldn't force anyone of any species to be my mate once. Never have I felt pain like that. My brother is disgusted by me, and the fact of the matter is that we are twins. I actually have a theory on why I am like I am. Since me and my brother are twins, it is possible that most of my mother's elven blood went into me.
I have never fed off of an intelligent species. I don't usually like to show my fangs. I have never forced a creature to my will. In my two hundred years of life, I have held back the urge to find a mate on Halloween. My ruby red eyes glow with my fierce determination to be like my mother, not my father.
I didn't even see the point of choosing a human as your mate. While I did not enslave them, I found humans to be repulsive. They were so weak and fragile, that they basically were pathetic. Then they can't even live for more than a hundred years for crying out loud. Then they age, they become all crumpled and mangled. Losing several of their senses in the process. My foolish twin thought that he had enough power to turn his mate into one of us, but he failed. Just like he always fails at everything he does.