Half-Monster

Caleb is strong enough to watch my back, but he’s also a loose cannon. He’s made a lot of mistakes on the force, but he doesn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. I thumb the cigarette in my pocket again before leaving Mirasol’s office. I drop my stuff off in my office and then quickly make my way to my car.I don’t even look up when I pass the kids. I learned a long time ago that you make yourself a target when someone sees your weaknesses. I had asked if Camille needed a ride home, but Mike was on his way to pick her up, lucky Mike.Mike’s devotion must have been what hooked her. It couldn’t have been his looks. He’s about a foot shorter than her, and he has a large English nose. His lips are large like a fish's lips, and he has a receding hairline. The worst part is that his baldness just accentuates that he has an egg-shaped head.He doesn’t even make more money than she does. Not that I would place Camille in the gold digger’s category. Camille is one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever me

Getting on my bike, I think about how the sun doesn’t seem to sit right in the sky anymore. I remember how everyone was so disappointed when I quit football. Unfortunately, they didn’t know that I only quit so I could get a part-time job to help my mom.They didn’t know she cried out for me on her deathbed. They only know my shortcomings. I also think about how she could have easily gotten an abortion. Yet, she lived each day with a constant reminder of her innocence lost.“Are you ok?” Caleb says as he pulls up beside me outside of the motel.Cops surround it to make sure what is left of Virginia’s tourists feel safe.Rounders has just become a boardwalk of debauchery and sin. Let’s face it, though, sex and drugs are what attract most to Rounders. Many things change, but sex will always be a high seller. “Look locals,” a woman yells, pointing at us. Her teeth are a deep yellow, and her skin appears orange.A camera appears, and I scowl at it. “We’re locals?” I whisper, turning to Caleb

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Caleb asks for the fourth time when we hit the door to my office. I ignore the question. He can tell I’m in no mood, and the fierce look in my eyes forces him to take a step back. Peeling off my equipment, I watch as he grabs the next file off my desk.I'm used to having three kills a day, but I don't want to hear it. The afternoon hit is always the worst one, and Caleb's face tells me all I need to know. I'm a neanderthal as I shove my hands into a jar of peanut butter and slush it down my throat.He slides the file over to me, and I read the name Heather Brooks. Her details immediately intrigue me. She’s a small girl at 5'4, 110 pounds. She’s wanted for charges including grand larceny and murder. She carries no weapons, and she doesn’t have a list of possible contacts.“Hey, you guys back already?” Camille pokes her head in, her brown hair falling clumsily across her forehead as I’m finishing the file. She looks nervous about something, maybe her first kill.

It’s a hot day for fall. Anyone would notice the heat across their forehead, but it's more of a buzz than sticky sweat. I roll down my passenger-side window to enjoy the cool breeze coming in. Something deep inside me runs hot. I know what is inside me runs and burns, but could it also kill me for not being moldable?My wolf has made sure I know he is there the last couple of days. He leaves bites within my abdomen when I'm not paying attention to him. He howls in my sleep, and I'm lucky I live alone. He wants just one time to be able to run free. I want to take the shackles off, that is my human skin.My place isn't anything special, but it causes me to calm down as I roll up to it. Virginia is so dangerous and dirty, but my house is clean and away from the crowds. I had carved out a place for myself in the underbelly of the East Coast.Maybe this is the quiet part of town because the dirt is kept under wraps? Quiet could mean dangerous in its way. This way of life takes getting used

“ I can not do it tonight."  I can't ignore Brandon's threat, even if I want to. "Besides, sometimes I pick up an extra hit at night."   “There aren’t any night kills tonight. The boss is using the time to figure out who’s going to get monitored first by the A.S. members. Now, you have to double with me before I have to beg.” He is already pleading with his eyes, and I can't ignore it. I also realize that if I say yes, then I'll get to spend more time with Jade.   “Fine. I wouldn’t want to make you beg.” I say parking the car a few houses down from the hit. Even though begging is exactly what he is doing. Soon, it might turn to groveling, and I'd be more uncomfortable. I could have told him off and instantly shut him up, but honestly, I had my own interest in the date now.   “Why don't you want me to beg? The ladies say I beg so well.” He laughs, but I can’t help but laugh with him. He was far from a ladies' man, but with hi