My Kryptonite

I was running for my life', again. This time i was in a forest in the middle of nowhere, it was pitch black so i couldn't
even see infront of me. The rain was hurendous and the freezing rain that went with it didn't help either. I knew they
were gaining on me but i just couldn't run any faster my limbs were burning from the pressure of the rough terrian, one
of the blood thirsty beasts behind me howled in triumph as it snapped at my ankels, trying to trip me so it wouldn't have to drag me down. God if they wanted to rip me limb from limb they atleast have to work for it! Suddenly i was on my back looking at the retreating hides of the shetland sized wolves, werewolves to be accurate. This must be realy bad if ten fully grown werewolves run away in fear, great im probably going to get mauled by a lyan. I felt hot breath on my cheek that wasn't facing the sky, i froze, my breath caught and my haert stopped beating. Slowly i turned my face towards the midnite sky and was met by two purple slitted eyes the size of golf balls!

I lay as still as stone hoping that if i dont move that the keeper of those eyes would loose intrest and hopefully just...
walk away? but no, that isn't my luck, the beast on top of me started sniffing my face, probably seeing if i smell nice.
Great im going to die!
Right heres the deal,werewolves can change into shetland sized wolves whenever and the only thing that stayes the same is their eye colour, they can be killed like anyother human except when there in wolf form then u can only kill them by cutting their haert out with silver. Lycans are humans bitten by werewolves in wolf form and then it takes from one full moon to the next for them to fully change into the wolfmen you see on the telly but unlike werewolves they can not change back to human form, the only way you can kill them is to cut their heads off with silver and until you do that they are imortal bloodthirsty beasts with no humanity. Vampires are imortal and are unaffected by- the sun, holy water, crucifixes or wooden stakes. They drink blood and hyped up scences (smell, sight, speed, stenghth, hearing and other stuff that comes with age and power.) The only way you can kill them is to rip them limb from limb and burn them to ahes. Then youv'e got your witches, wizards, warlocks, pixies, species from the fey, shapeshifters and then theres me a slayer, im an imortal human, stronger, faster, and smarter than any human but weaker than any supernatural creatuer (well i might be a bit stronger than a pixi but you know...) i kill the darksiders of the supernatural world like a hit man or a bountey hunter. I eat, drink, sleep, have kids and blah blah blah. Now back to my "wonderfull" reality...

Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Oh come on how does it take to decide if you want to eat me or not, seriously we have been here for atleast ten minites, it sniffing my face, me not breathing. Wich is getting harder becuase i realy need to breath,
like now. I sucked in a big gulf of air and then blew it all out in the creatures face, it reared back from my chilling breath (you know how dogs do when you blow in their faces). I back flipped up onto my feet and was about to run
but then stopped when i saw what was accutaly on top of me, and i gotta say, wow. It was a dark greyish tiger with
black stripes and gleaming whit fangs a vampire would envy and was the size of a horse (must be a werewolf, shapeshiftre thing). While i was taking in the beuatey of this creature it had stealthly crept towards me, now it was so close i could reach out and touch its silkey looking fur " Clever Kitty " Sneaky litttle shit.