Becoming A Hybrid

This is a story about myself the first hybrid, a mix between a werewolf and a vampire. I once was a miserable young lad but now that I have been on this Earth for 478 years, I have developed into a monster. I live in the city of New Orleans where there is lots of partying, balls, and very gorgeous women to my picking.  I'm not one to remember names, I also have a habit of having numerous women in-and-out of my quarters whom I compel to forget me, where I live, and also to let me feed whenever my heart desires. I walk the city streets breathing the fresh air of New Orleans and happened to stumble upon two gorgeous women that I will be taking to the ball.  This evening is one of the biggest balls held by one of the founding families known as the Jones family. There is Millie Jones and James Jones who will be accompanied by their son Eli Jones. Eli is one of the rich boys who thinks he is entitled to any and everything. Eli is one of many of my enemies in this city. As I make my entrance into the large mansion of the Jones with my two gorgeous women on my arms I smile at the crowd. The Jones family knows what I am. But I still like to tease them. They prefer that I don't feed on the humans in the city. But being the King of New Orleans I will do things the way I want to. I walk down the staircase stop look around and head straight for the bar. I need a drink before I even begin to speak to anyone here. I spot Eli walking toward me as I stand at the bar with my Scotch in my hand. "Eli, I see your still living with mommy and daddy." "Klaus, I see your still the monster you have always been," says Eli. "You are just jealous my boy. If only you could have a quarter of what I have then maybe you would not still being living with your parents." "Jealous? Of you? Its funny you think so highly of yourself Klaus if only the rest of us thought so highly of you as well. To bad no one cares enough to even think of you," said Eli "You better watch your tongue boy. You know what I can do to you." Then my eyes changed from brown to a glowing yellowish gold color as my hybrid wanted to escape and tear him part.  "I have guest to greet, have a nice evening ladies," says Eli as he walks away to shake hands with another founding family, the Millers. "Ladies, I believe I have grown tired of this ball. Shall we go back to my house for a little after party," I say to the gorgeous women still standing by my side. They shake their heads in agreement. "Go and gather your belongings I will meet you both outside."  They kiss my cheek and head across the room to collect their belongings. I turn to start my way out the door when I catch a scent of a sweet innocent human and not just any scent one that is truly intoxicating. I feel my chest tighten and a hunger for her not a feeding hunger but a s****l one. I feel my growth swelling and quickly snapped out of it and ran outside to pull myself together. I took a deep breath of the humid night air and let out a sigh. As the ladies approached I waved them on and we headed to my mansion. After that confusing incident at the Jones mansion I need to let out a little steam. First to feed then to enjoy that's my motto.  The next morning I woke and hurried the ladies out the mansion. Then walk to my art room and pick up a paint brush and start to paint. Remembering how I felt last night when that scent entered my nose. What is wrong with me I dont feel these type of things. This has never happened before, I am so ruthless and I have made peace with that. This made me want to feel compassion something I am not capable of.Millions of thoughts just rushing through my mind at million miles an hour and my hand stroking the canvas with the brush. As my mind starts to settle these thoughts, my hands start to steady and I step back to see my work. I drop the brush and my jaw hits the floor, I have never seen this woman before so why did I draw her. Is she the scent of sweet innocence or have I just gone mad. This doesnt make sense to me at all. I need to speak to my brother he will know the answer.  I call my brother, Miguel, into my art room.  "Miguel, Miguel!" "Yes Klaus," says Miguel. "I need your help." "With what brother," asks Miguel. "Look at my painting, brother. I have never seen this woman before in my whole 478 years. Explain to me how her face ended up on my canvas." "Brother surely you have seen her before, maybe you just dont remember with all the women you have in and out of here at all hours," says Miguel. "Brother I assure you that I have not. Something strange happened last night. I picked up a scent of sweet innocence at the ball and never found where it was coming from due to the tightening in my chest. I had to get air immediately and ran outside" "Klaus I believe thats a sign," says Miguel "What kind of sign?" "That scent maybe of the one person that can change you Klaus to be a better person. Instead of all the blood shed and women. Maybe she is the one woman that can put King Klaus in his place," says Miguel. "Please brother, that will never happen," I say as I laugh at what my brother has to say. Then all of a sudden I feel a need to find her.