Snatchers are unusual creatures. They prowl the planet searching for the one thing they can never have, the one thing no snatcher has been able to accomplish. Love. Naturaally, a snatcher can not love anything. He can feel affection for something. But never can he truly love it.
     My name is Leander Calix, and I’m a snatcher. By the time a snatcher reaches eighteen he has usually accomplished the one thing any Snatcher can. He has tricked some poor innocent girl into loving him. I only say ‘tricked’ because I believe that it’s cruel, for a snatcher to even try and love someone, because he can never love her back.
     We all look relatively the same; different hairstyles and a few different features but were all pretty much the same. We all have green eyes and brown hair. Our skin is never affected by the sun so it stays a nice olive color. In a crowd of people you can always pick out the snatchers. To put it bluntly were beautiful, iresistable to the female species, it’s our design, and it’s our curse.
      I’m twenty three years old; I keep to myself for the most part. I’ll occasionally go out with a few other snatchers but I don’t really enjoy the company. I would much rather be out with humans. Most snatchers actually prefer to be with humans, but my conscience won’t let me. I refuse to put any girl in the position to be around me. Its too tempting, not only for me but her.  
   I have a job that keeps me busy for the most part. I’m hired by private investors to retrieve lost and stolen assets. Its fun really, as a kid I always liked sneaking around, now as an adult I have an excuse to without seeming overly creepy.
     The mail comes to my house every morning at 8:30am. This morning in particular I really wanted the mail to be early. I was waiting for a letter from my current employer, one that would give me my next assignment.