A Choosing Human Story

For Blood or Love

I should have died when I was three years old, they kept me instead.

I grew up in an unconventional family. It's not that they were embarrassing or that they acted far more perfect than they were, they just did everything differently. I assumed for half of my life that every family had someone like me. Someone adopted to keep the family acting human, to remind them to keep the beast inside. Why are they so different? Simple. I can sum that up in three words. They sucked blood.