There hasn't been a Cupid in our family tree for three centuries. That is, until me. While everyone else in the Marieur family - my aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents included - are either Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, Elves, and Sirens. Not all of us are bad, it really depends on the person, not their species.

My parents expect me to take my job very seriously, and I do. But you get tired of matchmaking everyone around you. See, here's the thing: I don't believe in love. You must be thinking that I'm crazy, that because I'm Cupid I have to believe in love.

Well, I don't. I've never been in love before, heck I haven't even had a simple crush. When I read about all the past Cupids in our family, it was confirmed that we can't fall in love. So there goes the chance at any romances for me.

Bummer, huh? It really does suck, when I'm talking to someone and they're pouring their heart out, gushing about their significant other. Couples making googly eyes at each others and French kisses. When my best friend Emma - a Human - is telling me all about the butterflies in her stomach and how her heart thumps wildly against her chest whenever she's even thinking about her boyfriend. Picturing getting married and having a family and a house of their own when they're older.

Knowing I'll never be able to feel those emotions, knowing I'll never love or be loved by someone, knowing I'll be spending the rest of my life alone, it's kind of depressing.

But that's how it works. If they wanted to, only the Nymphs would be able to change the rules. To change my life. They're the ones in charge, but in all honesty I'm pretty sure they're sitting on a couch, eating a bag of Cheetos.

Other creatures can smell other creatures and know what species they are. So when they come across me, they're shocked to see a Cupid. Humans know we exist, but they're also aware that we are not a threat to them. They can't identify us by smelling, so we just have to tell them.

My job is easy. All I have to do is look into one's eyes, which are literally the window to their soul for me, and so then there would be a vision popped into my head with the person and their soulmate. If they are near one another, it's my mission to do whatever it takes to make sure they're together. If not, then I type the names into my files and save them for later.

Another thing I hated, though? The parties. There was at least one every month, and I absolutely dreaded them. You had to act proper, as if they were some royal ball. To be fair, some of them kind of are. Like when the Werewolves are electing a new Alpha or when there's a new Blood Ceremony, which is basically when Vampires turn twelve, they start fledging, learning how to shapeshift and go night hunting for birds.

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention how many damn birthday parties we have to attend? And because I'm one of the five Cupids in the world, everyone expects me to be there, dressed formally and elegantly with a polite smile plastered on my face.

Now, let me explain a little bit more about Cupids, or Matchmakers. We have our own little stationary of love potions in case everything else doesn't go the way it's supposed to. And once I look into the eyes of a person and match them up with another, a mark appears on their skin that relates to each other, making it easier for them to find one another. And no, I don't have wings. But I do have a bow and arrow the tip shaped like a heart except with a very sharp end. Once I shoot and aim, it pierces the person's heart but it doesn't harm them in any way. In fact, they don't feel anything except for maybe some little tingles and dilated pupils.

God, I've explained my stupid job to millions of people already. I'm too lazy to say anymore, plus I pointed out the important details.

Well then, welcome to a Cupid's life, folks.