1 Chapter 1 Damons pov

"Damon, wake up sweety. you're going to miss your first day of high school." A still calm voice spoke in my ear, and gently shook me awake. "Mom?"

"Yes sweety. It's me." I slowly looked at the gentle woman that hovered over me. "H... How, you're dead. I watched you..." She put her pointing finger over my mouth and shushed me. I stared blankly. Fear and shock rushed over my entire body. But, somehow I felt, happy. Mom had been dead for 3 years, and I never saw her.

"you have to listen okay and do as I say." her beautiful pale face got even more pale. her long black hair flowed off oval shaped head. she was still beautiful as ever. Her voice sweet and gentle. She looked like she was still here, but I know she's not. "you've been chosen by God. you and three others."

"W...What?" This has to be a dream. this can't be real. "this is real, Damon. except this son, you have been chosen by God to protect what he created, from the creatures of the night."

"why me mom. I'm nothing special." A knock came from the outside of my bedroom door. "you'll know soon my child of the night." those were here last words before she vanished out of thin air. "Damon it's time to wake up." I heard a females voice come from the other side. I stayed quite for a little bit, then I answered. "I'm up mom."

"Well hurry up okay, don't wanna be late for your first day." I heard her walk away.

I sat up in bed, what the heck just happened?

I asked myself before I finally stood up and got dressed for school, then walked down stairs.

"good morning dork." Lizzy spoke up from the table. "Ready to eat?" Mom spoke next. "No ma'am. the bus is almost here so I'm a just wait outside with Malek."

"okay sweety. have a good first day okay." She gave me the usual morning kiss on the cheek and me and Lizzy walked out for the bus.

Lizzy's hair was in her usual bun. a little make-up, black eye liner and black lipstick. she was u typical emo girl, and I was your typical bad boy. "Sup J, sup Dam." we heard Malek walk up beside us. "sup Rider." we both spoke at the same time. we gave him that nickname, because he rides his Harley a lot. "Where's your bike man?"

"Shop."

"You wrecked it again?" i laughed a little, even though it was sad. "yeah. sorry sis, cant take a ride on my big green tractor." he a hillbilly accent. I laughed with him. She just looked at us like we were retarded. "Haha, very funny Malek." She gave him a fake smile and rolled her eyes. "there's the bus dumb and dumber." I said as the bus turned on our street, but when it came at us, that's when I saw her again, mom, across the street from the neighbors. I could tell Lizzy and Malik were talking, but I couldn't hear them. Instead, I hear my moms voice. "He's one of them." Her voice was like a whisper. I saw her point at Malik, but why. one of who. Malik snapped his finger in my face and I was back. "dude, what the hell. you're gonna miss the bus on your first day. C'mon man." I shook my head. trying to figure out what she was talking about. Malik was a normal guy. 6'5 two hundred pounds. white. buff. the girls loved his long red hair. Mine was bone white and short, and he was taller then me by six inches. I was a little buff, with abs. we were all three smart and looked handsome and beautiful.

As I sat down, people looked at me like I was a crazy bastard, but I looked out the window to ignore them and she was still there.

out of nowhere I stared hearing this voice. it didn't sound like my mom's. "Kill them all, kill them all!" It constantly repeated in my head. The voice got louder every time it would say it. the voice sounded deep, and evil. I held ears and forced my head in my lap. I was feeling something inside me, it was trying to get out. pain shot threw my entire body, and it felt as if my teeth were somehow growing.

what's going on with me. I thought to myself. then I felt a hand pat my back, and I jumped up faster then I ever had before and stared at Malik in fear and pain.

"Dude your eyes, they look like cat eyes. Why are they black and blue?" I stared at him blankly. Anger somehow replaced the fear, and pushed him with my hand. It had to be with a lot of force, because the bus leaned when he hit the other side and glass showered over him. after that, I was gone. I was off the bus faster then I went on.

Authors Notes- I wanna get to #25 power ratings and I'll do 1 or 2 more chapters a week. If you think it should be longer I'll start righting even longer chapters. A big Thank you too my brother Darian for helping me with this book so far.