Dyimond Icemoon

"I stood behind the bar silently wiping a glass. I looked up when I heard the doorbell ring.

"Welcome!" I greeted the customer happily.

The man who entered did a double take when he saw my eyes. More specifically the colors or my eyes. Ever since I was young the people around me always avoided me because of the unique eye and hair color I had. I even went through the trouble of getting a job in a secluded area in order to avoid people. I also made sure I interacted with others as little as possible.

"Kids these days have weird taste in style. Gimme a martini." The man said as he took a seat at the counter.

"Coming right up sir." I politely said with a smile. I then proceeded to get different alcohols ready for mixing.

I'd been working at this specific bar for as long as I could remember. It used to belong to my third degree cousin. But when my cousin died in an accident I inherited the bar. So I know each recipe and mixes by heart. With that in mind I allowed my mind to wander, as my body moved out of habit.

I was a werewolf but I was as pale as a vampire. That was mostly why my parents dislike me and why all my kins bullied me. Everywhere I went I heard insults about myself. It wasn't any different when I decided to live among humans.

The humans found my eyes and hair weird. They found the monochrome colors weird. Luckily there were some humans who thought it was simply my fashion sense. That's what made living amongst them bearable.

I still made it a point to go out as little as possible though. I go out mainly to look for prey, after all I was a wolf and I'd sometimes give in to instincts. That was the dangerous thing about me.

I liked to play with my prey, whether it was an animal or a human. I especially loved it when they screamed and begged, when they whimpered and cried.

That was my other side. The side that was rarely let out. I made sure I kept my sadistic feelings in check lest I lose customers.

"Your martini sir." I said as I placed the drink in front of the man. The man downed it in one go, not even bothering to savor the taste. My face contorted in disdain but I quickly replaced it with a smile when the man side - eyed me.

And that's how the early opening hours of my bar went. After the man had paid and left, other customers began to pour in. I made sure to observe each person that entered. I took note of who looked worthy to be my next prey. Sure, I'd have to wait a couple of weeks but that was alright, I could wait."