I saw it again. That shadow darting from right to left just in my peripheral vision. The one with the long snout, wide tail, and sharp claws. The monster I had seen a lot of in the past few months. I could always see monsters. Ever since I saw a little girl, they've been following me, teaching me, attacking me. They live with us humans, the monsters do. The house-pets live in closets, attics, basements, or under beds. They like dark and crowded spaces. The city-dwellers live similarly on the streets, hiding in trashcans and behind old buildings. But they are invisible to our eyes, near silent to our ears, almost totally off human radar. They would be,too, if it weren't for me and any other Spotter out there. We're the only thing stopping them from being unknown. They don't seem to mind me, though. And as long as they stay away from my home and dog, i'm fine with them too. Infact, once I tried to get one to beat a guy up were such good friends. The monsters- they have a certain.. respect for me. I guess it's because I stay quiet about their exsistance. Yes, that must be it. Anyway, so I ignored the city-dweller that had just whizzed by me and tried to focus on my friends chatter. My only two real friends were Taylor and Rivkah. They talked to each other a lot and didn't leave me out of conversation, but they also had a second sense for when I didn't want to talk. That's the only reason I hang around them, because otherwise, were nothing alike. So yeah, I was trying to listen to their in-depth conversation about the reincarnations of James Bond when suddenly I was tugged from behind. I gasped and turned to face my attacker. It was the city-dweller. It spoke in rapid, garbled speech; the tounge of Galdrex, the dirtiest language of them all. Only poor street rat monsters spoke Galdrex, so I had never bothered to learn it. Before it flicked it's ear in the directon of a monster officer though, I did catch one word that didn't change in the monster languages. I heard him call me a Queen.