The Beginning of Fate

That day, the day my fate took a turn, the day of my birthday.

Everyone who knows me well knows that I never celebrate my birthday. What they don't know is that it's because I don't have one. How can someone not have a birthday? Well, that's because I'm not human. Then what am I? Sorry, I don't know either. No one has ever told me, no one at all, not even him.

My mind exploded with a roar. I glared at him furiously, only to find him grinning as if he were enjoying himself. There was no point dealing with someone like him in the usual way, so I wiped the blood from my lip with my index finger, slipped it into my mouth, and licked it. Then I smiled, taunting him. “Damn, that tastes amazing.”