What Am I?

am seems surprised, “But she's not a vampire or witch!”

Vincent smiles, “No, she's not.”

Sam looks at Eric and Vincent, “But we can all agree that she's not human.”

I poke him in his chest, “Last I checked, I am very human!” He chuckles as he raises an eyebrow. 

He gets a sheepishly boyish look as he takes my hand, “You don't smell human. That is also why I was surprised that you didn't know what we all were. But we will help you discover yourself.”

“Fine, but if I don't smell human, then what do I smell like, Alpha Wolfman?” Since vampires are real, werewolves should be, too, and Sam, now seeing him fully, has the characteristics of an alpha werewolf.

He chuckles, “Nothing I've ever smelled before, and how are you certain that I am a werewolf, let alone an Alpha?”

I take my hand back and run it through my hair, “Just a guess, because you don't seem like Vincent or our host.” I do feel more, however, I can't tell these guys that I would fuck them if they asked. I need to keep my strange urges under control. I also need to figure out why they surfaced around these guys and I need to make sure they don’t arise ever again.

“Sorry, given the commotion earlier, let me formally introduce myself, I am Prince Eric Wood,” he says, as I just look at him, “Not Prince like you are thinking. We preside over territories and try to keep the peace between immortals and humans. There are a few of us all over the world, and there used to be Kings and Queens too, but they became too power-hungry, so instead, territories were formed and Princes were chosen to preside over them.”

The power and history in this room amazed me. The things that they have seen and experienced must be novel-worthy. “Now I understand why you referred to us as “mixed company” earlier, Sam.”

He replies, “Yes, here is neutral ground where we all can mingle safely…well, usually safely.”

Eric sighs and he seems annoyed. “And that is why must I create a cover for what happened to my wife.”

“I'm sorry, Eric.” I sigh. “I…I…”

He lightly brushes my arm, “Eva, stop. She deserved it. Stop worrying. You didn't make her die, either.”

“Then what happened?” I need to know. 

Vincent says, “I suspect it had something to do with the ritual.”

Sam nods, “She died after mentioning it and that she needed Steven to do it to stop you, Eva, and those like you.”

“Stop me from what, though?” I'm so confused.

Eric tries to calm me, “We need to find out. I'll search our home and see what I can find.”

My mind swirls with shadows. “She had a darkness attached to her, so could that be involved too somehow?”

Sam looks like he thought of something, “That could be useful. We need to go to my pack.”

I'm a bit hesitant, “Is that wise? I'm like a vampire, but not a vampire or witch. We don't know what I am. I could accidentally hurt someone.”

He looks at me, “You saved Steven.”

“So? People help others all the time,” I reply. Now he stares into my eyes, God, the pull. What is this? Why is it happening? 

“Eva, you saved a wolf from a high-level vampiress. No, people do not do that everyday! Even other immortals don't,” he says firmly.

I don't like anyone implying that I’m special because I am not. “Well, more people should!”

Sam gets closer to me, “Stop being stubborn! My family is in your debt, let us honor you our way.” I'm used to being stubborn. It has been Katie and me versus the world for so long. But can I trust these guys? I look at the vampires.

Vincent takes a step back, “Oh no, this is between you and the fleabag.”