Once upon a time there were three little elves ---- Oh wait, right, wrong story..

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A sudden jolt, and he woke up in a pool ofsweat again, the nightmares were getting worse. The moistness of the sheets were evidence of a bad dream, the air smelling of fear and blood. I wasn't one to accommodate to such a smell, and nearly threw up last night's dinner. Did we even /have/dinner? A large stomach rumble, spoke loud for him. With a grunt, and a quick shover off the bed -- he was out the door, feeling his way down the hallways, still not familiar with it's twists and turns. His name was Xaieu, and he only WISHED he was "as blind as a bat". He had been born blind, and will never see the light of day -- unfortunately for him, his father decided to move them to a new house on the other side of the country just a few weeks back. Which meant... he had a while new house to memorize each and every staircase, room, and floor. He hated it here. Of course he couldn't see what it looked like, but just the smell was infuriating. It's not like he had any friends to leave behind, but this meant he had a whole new school of bullies that will torment him. Joy. If you hadn't guessed by now, he was a teenager. He was one of those kids who sit in front of the class, absorbing all the information in, just to be copied off of during the next math test. He wore glasses, completely unnecessary, but comforting. They made him feel at least somewhat normal.

But no matter what, he knew he wasn't normal. He had a temper, a temper he could unleash until the safety blanket of night unleashed. He grew fur and fangs, and not to mention sharper senses. Though he didn't have sight on his side, he didn't need it. Oh how he enjoyed it, running around on all fours, lapping up water from the lake reservoir. This was life. It's too bad it would all crash down -- just because of that stupid boy that kept following him around, asking questions.. he was too nosy for his own good. Someone had to teach him a lesson.