Chapter 1

Third person

"Oliver, you better get your ass down here within the next ten minutes, or I'm going to go without you!" Oliver's eyes fluttered open at his sister's voice. He groaned, slipping out of bed and into the washroom. He eyed himself in the mirror after brushing his teeth and his hair to his heart's content. Even though his height didn't reach his desired six, he stood a nice five feet seven. He had enough muscles, making his body proportionate along with his baby-soft skin.

He walked down the stairs and straight to the door before grabbing a sandwich his mom had prepared for him. He sat in the back seat, not caring to greet his siblings. He went straight to eating while looking out the window as the car roared to life.

"Oliver, Kathie, I am not picking you guys up this evening; better get your asses straight home or I am throwing you guys out in the dumpster." His older brother spoke from the driver's seat.

"I'm going out with my friends; I've already informed Mom about it." Kathie, his brother's twin, and his older sister shrugged. They both looked back at Oliver once the car came to a halt in front of his school.

"I will. I promise!" He said, before getting out of the car. "But it's going to cost ten dollars to keep it from mom that you are going to get yourself off at Lauren's and another ten to not tell about you," he pointed at his sister, "going to Lexie's weird last virgin day party." He grinned.

"How do you know about the party?" Kathie exclaimed in shock. Oliver didn't answer her question but put his palm out, smirking. "I hate you!" She pulled out a ten-dollar bill and placed it in his hand. He looked at his brother, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I'm not going to Lauren's." His brother stated:

"Hmm. I wonder who that condom packet that's sticking out of your back pocket belongs to." Oliver dramatically rubbed his chin.

"Aghh, take this and keep your mouth shut!" His brother handed him a twenty-dollar bill.

"I love you both!" He giggled before turning around to walk away.

"What about my ten-dollar change?" His brother shouted at him.

"That's for hiding the cigarette you both shared last Monday from Darren!" He screamed back before skipping away into his school and towards his locker. He didn't hate school, but he didn't like it either. He barely had friends, and the only friend he had was a brainy girl who was two years younger than him and skipped two years of school with her intelligence. She is now his classmate, but she didn't consider him her friend as he wasn't exactly her kind of smart, but that was only in school. He did have a few friends outside, or so he claims.

Oliver never worried about having friends; he always enjoyed his own company. That's what he said himself, but in reality, he was just super anxious to meet new people, and because of all this, he usually got bullied. The bullying was never too serious to be reported, mostly because they feared his oldest brother and because he was way prettier than them, but the latter was something Oliver believed.

He walked into his classroom and slumped down in his seat at the back of the room. The teacher came in and began with the class, and Oliver, being Oliver, took down everything she asked them to. While Oliver was busy with school, someone was taken away by one of the most feared vampire mobs in the country.

"Now, tell me how you are going to pay me." The mob toyed with his knife in front of the old man's face, threatening to kill him.

"I don't have so much money, Ezekiel. I promise I'll pay you as soon as possible." The old man begged, looking up to meet Ezekiel's eyes with his own from the floor where he lay after getting beaten up.

"You have been saying this for the past year. I can no longer wait. You either pay up or come to work as our cleaner tomorrow." The mob spat.

"Clean... Cleaner?" His eyes went wide as he looked at him in disbelief.

"Hmm. Cleaner it is." The mob stated it as if it were never a question.

"No. No. I cannot work as a cleaner; I have a family to feed. Please understand that I will pay as soon as possible."

"Then send someone from your family to work. I heard you have a daughter."

"NO! Not my daughter!" The old man cried.

"Okay then, tell your son, Jacob." The older man's cries started to annoy the mob.

"NO… Not him. I cannot destroy his dreams." Before he could complete his sentence, the mob had hit him in the face, pulling out a gun and aiming at him.

"You think I am a joke? It's better I kill you and keep everyone from your family working for the money you owe me."

"I have another son." The old man spat out blood from his mouth before looking at the mob. "You can have him."

"What?" The mob looked at him, confused. "Isn't he at Riverview Academy?"

"Now that I have said this, can we sit and talk?"

"What game are you trying to play with me?"

"I am not playing any games. I have an offer to make, and I know you will like it."

"So, you came here with a plan."

"No, but now that I think about it, I feel this is a great deal." The old man said this, looking seriously into the air and thinking deeply. The mob tried reading his face before looking at his assistant and nodding. His assistant came forward and helped the old man into a seat in front of the mob.

"This better be good because I seriously don't mind breaking every bone in your body." The mob warned before leaning back into his seat and narrowing his eyes.