Daemon could feel something was wrong with this town as soon as he got out of the SUV Suburban, he could smell it even (if that was a thing) “Why do I have to school here?” He asked the driver for the umpteenth time “Because your father felt it was safer for you” The driver replied mechanically, why does everyone who works for his father act weird and creepy anyways?. He offloaded his bags and trunks and started marching towards the house he’s going to be living for 5 months just great ...As He sat by the window in his room waiting for his uncle to come back a cold feeling crept up his spine and the feeling of foreboding came over him, his lips curled up and his canines were barred as he growled from his throat. Something tells him this is going to be a fun semester.

Daemon is an alpha werewolf who doesn't know he's an alpha yet, he is the chosen Wolf that will end the ongoing war between Demons and vampires but his father is unsure about this so he sends Daemon to live with his uncle called John who is also a werewolf but a beta.. John is burdened with the task of protecting Daemon and training him to be a stronger werewolf "Marcus little pup is going to be a handful" John said as he stepped out of his convertible Impala, He walked in to see Daemon sitting with his feet on the table "If you're going to be staying here it's best we get started with the rules, rule number four no feet on the table" Daemon laughed out loud heartily before answering "Is that how you welcome a close relative" His uncle sighed helplessly "I see you still have that your smart mouth, well this time you better put it in check and listen if you want to survive here... Mind who you speak to cause you might be conversing with a hunter" Daemon yawned to signify that he was bored with this talk "I will sit for the welcoming speech later now I want something to eat" With an air of bravado he waltzed into the kitchen and located a box of cereal which he promptly started eating without turning it into a bowl, John was astounded by his arrogance but he smiled when he remembered that this was how Marcus his brother behaved too when they were Daemon's age.

WAKE UP !! It’s your first day at school you cant be late”.

“Arrrrgghhh uncle you don’t have to shout like that “ Shouting he’s always shouting he shouts when he watches a football game, shouts when he doesn’t need to be heard

But nobody dares to tell him he’s shouting because then he’d shout even more just to show you he hasn’t been shouting since. My uncle is a huge guy well over 6.5” (is this why the ladies love him?) he’s has deep hazel eyes and a manly regal face in other words he’s a brown skinned chuck Norris , it will be a waste of words to describe how toned his muscles are so I won’t go there but Ah! I’ve forgotten how much of a Chef my uncle is, he’s so extra when it comes to the kitchen ( yeah this is definitely why the ladies love him) from Thailand rice to Indian curry he’s a very intercontinental restaurant owner and the very best in this town so they say.

After a hurried breakfast I dashed out and caught up with the school bus that was already 12 meters away, the bus driver stopped and opened the automatic door oh great, people.

I went to the last row of seats trying to avoid the set of eyes focused on me. There was a nerd sitting close to me poring into my soul with his extra thick lens, I stared back with an inquisitive look “Got a problem?” I asked with a scowl.

“how did you run that fast?” He asked with a spark of admiration.

“oh uhhh.....I’m an athlete” a new lie for a new city “I thought so, My name is Daniel but my friends call me Dan for short”.

“My name is Daemon and I don’t have any friends”(sincerely speaking).

“Well consider me your first friend then, I will tell you all you need to know about this school” and he proceeded to give me a description that I never asked for.

Before the bus came to a halt I had already known more than enough (so I’m not the new kid) about the students and teachers, we have the over achievers who want good grades and flying colors Rainbow kids as I like to call them, The popular ladies (blondes and brunettes) which consists of cheerleaders and daughters of rich politicians, We have the bullies which consists of dumb nitwits and even dumber jocks then there’s the wannabes, the nerds and then there’s me that one guy who doesn’t give a flying F*ck.

During lunch time I got into an encounter with a jock, he made an attempt to hit my tray of food out of my hand but failed cause I dodged on time “Watch where you’re going d*ckhead” I said with a lot of incentive behind it.

“oops I didn’t see you there” the reply was unreasonable and I could see he was trying to be goofy just to get a laugh from his friends so I had to set him straight.

“I thought with your size you’d have a better view of where you’re going” his eyes narrowed as he’s trying to process what I just said.

“you have a loud mouth new kid, and it could use some quietening” he walked away with a frown furrowed deep in his face . Something tells me I’m going to like it here.

That seemed to arouse everyone’s attention cause all around the cafeteria I could see the looks they are throwing and the side murmurs but only one girl caught my attention she was looking deathly white dressed in all black attire,

She was the only one sitting on her table and the weirdest thing is that she had barely eaten a thing “ who is she?” I asked Dan.

“ who? Oh her, her name is Gwendolyn, she’s a loner type of person and she doesn’t feel the need to talk or be around anybody so she just sits there by herself and do her thing” Almost as if she heard what Dan just told me she threw a glance at our table and I held her gaze for a space of 3 seconds BRRRRR is it cold in here? I felt that cold feeling again but this time it was stronger than before it was almost like it was projecting from her eyes. And she’s gone!! Just like that? Well there’s something about this place and surely this strange girl knows about it.

Chemistry class wasn’t a bit interesting for me cause the only chemistry I’m concerned with right now is with the pale faced girl sitting three seats ahead of me, Her scent was driving me insane she smelt like roses on a spring morning her fragrance was sweet Sickly sweet. She is a 5.7” Emo looking white girl with dark hair flowing down her shoulders, impressive C cups streamlined by an acute figure Pheww she is looking beautiful no doubt but there was this aura around her like a sort of bad omen..... a don’t talk to me vibe mixed with icy attitude and the way she is dressed is not helping matters Black from head to feet I could tell she was a supernatural like me but a different kind....She’s a vampire I’m sure about it.