Chapter 1

My name? I don't really have one. I was raised in a lab, and refered indirectly to as Project Z. So I guess you could call me Z. In my world, breeding people like me is a common, everyday thing. We're raised to be Hunters of the only predator Homo Sapiens ever feared. The vampire.

I am what some call the latest and greatest. I have higher than average human ability, to a point where calling me human is almost stretching it. I can hear like a cat, smell at levels that wolves can, emmit pitches as high as a dolphin clicks or a bat echo-locates. My jumping and climbing skills are cat like, and can hold my breath for a little over an hour. My legs are lean and strong, and I always have my trustee whip beside me. Normally, though, my clothing (gothic), taste and mouth is that of your everyday teenager. Yeah, I forgot to mention. I'm only about 16.

((I'll continue later!))