2 Information, Changes and Starting School

It turned out that I had a week until the beginning of my start at school. That'd be when my senior year started - which means I'm at the start of season one. Thank God for that.

Which, most importantly, gave me a week to sort out my control over my new body.

It was coming along quickly, just like dad said it would, but it was still hard to fine tune my strength. I'd destroyed a few cups when I was drinking from them - not to mention the one time I'd sneezed, shortly after leaving the basement, and I knocked a vase across the hallway with a light touch when I spasmed from the sneeze.

Which is what I'm doing right now.

I sent two blindingly fast jabs at dad, who slipped the first one and redirected the other one away from his face. I tried to pull my arm back for the block, but dad had timed it perfectly as he stepped into my space and sent a overhand cross that'd rock anyone's head.

It collided against my nose and with a snap, I was sent recoiling back a few feet before I hit the metal wall of this training room. Blood burst out of my broken nose before an uncomfortable click rang throughout my head as my nose reset itself and healed.

...God that's both useful and annoying as hell.

"See what I mean, Damien? You've got all that power...yet you don't know how to use it," dad remarked as he dropped his fighting stance, walked over to the corner of the room and picked something up before throwing it at me. Catching it mid-air, I saw it was a water bottle and I greedily took off the cap (kinda just broke it off) before I drank the water inside in large gulps.

Finishing the bottle without even taking a breath, I dropped the plastic to the ground before looking back to dad, "I never refuted that, dad. You were the one who dragged me down here for 'training'. Who knew it was just to beat up your son," I sarcastically said, rolling my eyes.

Barking out a laugh, dad shook his head innocently, "Hey, kid--My dad did it to me, so I gotta carry on the--"

"Family tradition, I get it, I get it," I cut him off with a smile before I shook my head and punted the empty plastic bottle into a nearby bin. When I do control my strength, it allows me to do some pretty dexterous things. "I know you gave me a brief run down yesterday...but what am I, dad? Like, is a Lycan a different species? A subspecies? All you said is that I'm a Warrior or whatever," paraphrased him, unsure on how to phrase it myself.

"Well, it's not really that complicated," dad answered, bringing his hand to his chin as he scratched it, "Lycans are a subspecies. No one really knows how they came about - whether it was evolution bringing about a stronger species or whether it was just something that had always been there...though for some reason it never came to the surface. I don't have all the answers, son, but I know that you're a Lycan. We're still the same species, the same father and son - you're just a little different to me and your mom. Nothing too big of a deal," he smiled reassuringly and I nodded.

"Then, what did you mean by me being a Warrior? Do I have some sacred duty to do or something?" I grimaced at how cliche and corny that sounded but I pushed through it as dad answered.

"Not really a duty, so to say," he shook his head, "But if we were to ever be attacked, you'd most likely feel an overwhelming urge to protect us. That's what Lycans do. They're protectors of their family and their pack. In your case, it's only your family." Things went silent for a while before dad snapped his fingers like he'd had an 'eureka' moment, "Think of it like this, Damien. I, a Werewolf, am equivalent to a civilian. A civilian can train themselves to be strong but in the end, they're still a civilian. Lycans, on the other hand, are born warriors - let's say they're the equivalent to soldiers in the modern world. No matter how strong a civilian is, a strong soldier will always be stronger. Just like how no matter how strong a Werewolf is, they'll always be weaker than a Lycan. Physically, at least. Make sense?" he asked.

Nodding, though still feeling a bit unsure, I answered, "Yeah...kinda. So, I'm a Werewolf equivalent to a soldier-slash-warrior, right?" I asked and he nodded, "Then this training is...to prepare me for that urge I'll feel if we're ever attacked?" I deduced and dad smiled wide before walking over to me and slapping me on the shoulder.

"Got it in one, son," he admitted with a nod, "But I'm also training you so you can better face the new world you'll be a part of. You didn't react much yesterday, probably because your first transformation had taken it out of you...but there are plenty of other creatures like us in their world, Damien. Witches, Vampires, other Werebeasts...there's a lot of dangerous stuff out there. And I'll be damned if I don't prepare my son for it."

Narrowing my eyes a little, I remembered all the times someone died in 'The Vampire Diaries' and my heartbeat sped up a little in fear, "...You mean people will try and kill me, right?" I asked in an even voice.

Dad looked to me, his smile disappearing as he regarded me with a serious gaze.

"Sadly...yes, some people will try. Vampires, mainly. Human hunters as well," he admitted with a sigh before he shook his head and smiled reassuringly at me again, "But don't worry too much about it, kid. I might not have your gifted physical abilities granted by your Lycan physiology but your old man ain't a weak guy!" he flexed and patted his bicep, obviously in an attempt to ease the serious atmosphere around our current conversation.

"Whatever you say, dad," I scoffed with a smile on my face, shaking my head at my dad's antics.

Still smiling, dad stepped a few feet away from me again before he settled into a combat stance, "Now, I'm gonna teach you like my dad taught me. More specifically, I'm gonna teach you like an Army Ranger's Captain! So, prepare for it, Damien!" he overzealously spoke, obviously getting excited about teaching me something. He got like this with football when I was a kid.

Settling into the rusty stance I hadn't used in who knows how long, I slowly approached my dad. No doubt to get beat up by his superior skill and combat experience.

Welp, you gotta learn the hard way sometimes.

. . .

The week passed by in a flash. My time was taken up learning from a bunch of tomes my dad had gained from his dad, who gained them from his dad - books passed down generation by generation and whatnot. And when I wasn't doing that, I was sparring with dad.

Despite him now being physically weaker than me...he could still kick my ass. But, it was getting harder and harder for him.

I was learning and adapting to fighting like a fish in water.

Dad pretty much described it as an innate talent all Lycans had after they were awakened. I just decided to take his word for it.

Speaking about my new talents, while I had somewhat adapted to my strength, it wasn't like it was normal to me now. I'd messed around at night one point and I'd succeeded in lifting up the engine end of my dad's truck with a single hand. I felt like I could lift the entire truck...but if I did that, I was kind of afraid I'd break something. No matter how sturdy a truck is, it'd collapse under it's own weight if some as relatively small as a human were to pick it up.

But that wasn't all. My speed and agility had been massively enhanced as well. I could easily maneuver up and down the side of the house like a monkey - or I could jump onto the roof in a single bound.

It was insane. Not to mention the nigh-unlimited stamina and energy I seem to have.

Put all that together with my rapidly growing fighting skills and you had a pretty decently prepared Lycan, if I do say so myself.

From what I'd learned in the Tomes, a newly awakened Lycan can take on a Vampire who's 300ish years old, while in their human form. If they transform fully, they can easily take out a Vampire as old as 600 without too much trouble. This doesn't take into account skill, however. Just brute strength and other physical attributes.

God knows if I went up against the Vampire equivalent of Bruce Lee, I'd get thoroughly destroyed no matter what form I was in.

Right now, however, wasn't the time to be thinking about my combat skills. Why? Because, as I said, the week before school started was over. Which meant I was starting my Senior year at Mystic Falls High School.

Kinda sucks but what can you do? I need to at least graduate highschool if I wanna get a respectable job someplace. And I do wanna go to college, so I need to pass.

Sighing, I messed with my hair in the bathroom mirror, droplets of water dripping from strands that fell over my forehead, dangling just above my eyes. Looking beyond the wet blond hair, I saw emerald green eyes looking back at me through the reflection of the mirror. They seemed deeper in color and stronger in intensity after my first transformation as a Lycan - though I wonder if that's just my enhanced sight making colors more noticeable to me?

Shaking the thought from my head, I brought up a towel and dried my hair before styling it so it stayed out of my eyes.

I tried the rest of my body before putting the extra towel I'd used for my hair in the laundry basket. Then, I left the bathroom only to see my sister waiting impatiently. As soon as the door opened, she barged passed me and I hurriedly got out of the way before she collided with me. I can only see if playing out the same way as if she'd walked right into a brick wall. It'd no doubt cause questions.

"Hey, what's the big deal, Lily?" I questioned with a frown.

Huffing in reply, she spoke up, "It's the first day of school and you're hogging the bathroom - like always," she said with an angsty tone before looking at me from the corner of her, a trace of mocking disgust becoming apparent on her face, "And put some clothes on, you hobo. Nobody wants to see you half-naked Damien," she didn't miss a chance to try and demean me - as expected of my little sister. She truly follows in the footsteps of her big brother. It nearly brings a tear to my eyes.

"What?" I asked with an amused smile before striking an exaggerated bodybuilder pose, my hands on my waist as I flexed my arms, chest and abs, "Surely you can see my wonderful muscles, no?" I wiggled my eyebrows jokingly but all I got in reply was another disgusted look before she closed the bathroom door.

Mission succeeded: Annoy younger sibling. Now, onto other things.

Walking away from the bathroom toward my bedroom, I looked down at my body and wondered if it were just my mind playing tricks on me or whether it was actually happening - my muscles seemed a little bigger and much more defined.

Not like a bodybuilder's, of course. But like those of an athletes - a sprinter's physique. Compact and lean but also high in muscle mass. Strong arms, broad shoulders, chiseled abs, thin waist and topped off with strong legs. My body was already rippling with muscle due to me playing football and being one of the best Wide Receivers in the nation...but right now, I was a little bigger and a little more defined.

I looked like an Olympic-level sprinter. One who had a very good chance at getting Gold.

...I guess being a Lycan has benefits for your appearance as well as your strength, huh?

Either way, my upgraded physique or not, I was actually getting close to running late for school, so I hurried myself up and got into my room where I put on a white shirt, some black jeans, a pair of white trainers and topped it all off with a form-fitting leather jacket. With that, I was kinda ready.

Now all I need is some food to eat.

. . .

Walking through the hallway, I ignored what little attention I garnered from the other students and focused on the map given to me by my mom. She'd got it off someone in the school or whatever and I was using it to get to the place where they confirm a transfer student's credentials.

Soon enough, I got to where I was going and for the first time, I saw the some main characters from the show.

One of them, a girl who was of average height, at around 5'6" and had long brown hair that easily went passed her shoulders. What little skin I could see, was a tanned olive color. As I got closer, I could see she had almond-shaped brown eyes that sparkled with intelligence - though the overall sad feeling I got from them was somewhat overwhelming. The sad girl had an athletic and lithe physique but with a definite youthfulness that gave her typical 'girl next door' vibes.

She was pretty...but not really my type, honestly.

The other girl, however, was definitely my type.

She much shorter than the sad-looking girl, being somewhere around 5'1" or 5'2". She had clear and light brown skin with long, luxurious soft black wavy hair, with olive green eyes that contrasted wonderfully with her skin and hair color. She had perfectly shaped arched eyebrows which frame over her limpid and soulful eyes which both sit above her nice, slender and straight nose. But the real money comes from her slim yet curvy physique. She was also obviously athletic, with a flat stomach and a toned muscles under her seemingly soft skin.

...Something inside of me felt like hooting and hollering like some sort of wild animal, but I kept that urge tightly under control as I approached the two of them. Or more specifically, the office they were standing outside of.

"Excuse me, girls," I spoke up as I carefully maneuvered around the two of them, both of them jumping a little in shock at my sudden appearance. Well, it was sudden to them at least.

In sync, the two of them took a step back, looking more than a little flustered.

Influenced by whatever was inside me, I smiled and gave a wink toward the shorter girl who's skin took on a darker tone as she blushed. Though in front of her friend, she put up a front and pretended as if it had no effect. Even if it did - wolf eyes and nose coming in clutch.

Moving into the office, I just about caught the sad girl nudging her friend with her elbow, teasing her.

Snickering silently to myself, I walked up behind the only other student in the office.

Those two are obviously Elena Gilbert (sad girl) and Bonnie Bennett (hot short girl). And the guy in the office? Brooding vampire, Stefan Salvatore, ladies and gentleman.

Ah~ Now that I've met these three...it really feels like I'm here in this Universe of fiction.