The First One

Chapter 1

Being alone wasn't as bad as it was years ago, but for you to fully understand my story, I'll have to start from the beginning.

I was born in 1734, somewhere around august. I lived in Italy for s short amount of time while I grew up. My father, Atheus, married my mother, Celest. My mother was a full vampire and my dad was a black-winged demon. A black-winged demon was the fiercest thing in the world. We all had black hair, black eyes, black wings (of course) and black eyes. The last thing we all had in common was our black hearts. We bled black blood that was poison to any creature to come in contact to it. But it healed anyone of my kind.

I was some sort of royalty when it came to our family. In a place called Turin, was the Turaneon Guard. There we lived and were upheld by every demon and vampire who passed by.

When I was born I was smarter than the average three year old. And I'm talking straight away. As I was raised, I was taught that humans were there for us to enjoy. I killed without a second thought, not knowing what I was doing to myself.

But one day everything changed.

I sat in the shadows near Po River, watching the other children play in the soothing waters. Of course I could join them, but the light was irritating from the vampire in my from my mother's side. Thank god I got more genes from my father. Anyway, back to the point. A gypsy happened to be near where I was, and she had been watching me.

With an ancient spell that was so strong that it killed the woman, I regained the soul in me that was slowly fading away. Thought at the time I was unaware, I was killing on to my humanity very strongly.

As I returned home everything was different. I was always alone. I never wanted to be around people (human or demon). In ways I was starving to death until the craving became too much.

A girl that I had talked to was walking down the street that very night. The full moon shone brightly on her, making her golden hair look almost white. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Word was she was an outcast from her family for having a child before she was to be wed.

But it was the smell that first drug me to her. I could smell the small cut on her bare foot as she stumbled blindly over the sharp rocks. It was too much for me. I leaped out of my room and drained her of every last drop she had. When I dropped her pale body, I felt horrible. Though my body felt replenished, the soul I had now acquired was making me feel something I had never felt before since birth.

Remorse.

So I ran. I ran from my home, turning my back on everything I had ever put my faith in. little did I know that when I left home that I stopped aging at 17. My family did not come after me. Word reached me saying they had another son, sending pain through my heart. To have another son after the first one is for the first born to be an outcast. In my world these were the rules. With my family no longer accepting me, not that I would go back anyway, I fled south towards Rome, where I spent one hundred years of my life.

I then sailed to America in 1810, where I new country was being formed. That was what I needed. A fresh start. From the moment I set foot on that free land, I promised myself to stay away from humans. I couldn't be who I once was; a killer.

For two hundred years I lived unseen in this world. Living on the blood of animals, or sometimes purchasing pigs blood from local butchers. I went to school like a normal kid and pretended I lived with foster parents.

Right now I was living in Jacksonville, North Carolina. I currently enrolled in Northside High, right inside Onslow Country. It was a pretty big school, not nearly as large as the last high school I went to in Maine.

This is where my story starts, other than the bit I just told you. Try to follow along. I don't like repeating myself.

I was Logan Masters here. I hadn't used my real name since I left Italy over two hundred years ago. I lived in a crappy Motel inn, just a few miles away from my new school, what a joy. I mean who liked school anyway? In my mind it was only for nerds, but I had to attend it. If I just walked around like a moron (which I am) people would start asking questions. It was easier to do this than to face the police, whom I hated with so much passion. Well, I hated anything with rules to tell the truth, which I never did too often.

You could understand why right? I'm a demon, the truth doesn't come out easy.

I had a job at Play at again sports that helped pay the rent, which was pretty high compared to what I was living in. A stupid Motel that had bugs in it cost one hundred a month. Sure I might be selfish, but I could be living a lot better. You get a lot of interest after you technically die. I just take the money out and start a new one once I should be getting too old to be seen.

School starts in one week and I was no where near prepared. I had the brains because I had been in school for hundreds of years. I had the looks to survive, all vamps did, even half ones. And I was one heck of a runner. Though that just might be the demon in me.

I got up off the stupid, stained mattress and trudged into the bathroom. I took a quick shower before I went out in public. I reeked. Locking yourself in your room could do that to you.

I rubbed off the fogged mirror and watched my reflection. The whole 'vampires can't see their reflection' was utter bull crap. We could see just fine, but they hit dead on with the sun and holy water thing. Those stupid things still hurt me.

My black eyes watched me. I looked at my straight, jet black hair and began to comb in. M skin was a little dark thanks to my mother who was a Jamaican before she moved to Italy, they just hadn't thought of the name yet. I was about 6'10 and still growing. Black-winged demons were known for their growth spurts. There wasn't a short one alive. That may be because we killed them all, but you get the point.

We were also known for our long, black wings (and if you just know figured that out because you were stupid enough to not understand the name, you're officially blonde). My stretched out to a good 17 feet from the tip of my left wing to my right. They had some claws on the end, and you guessed it, they were black. They also, like my blood, held poison to anyone who was pierced with it. Then they would die a very painful and agonizing death. I used to like watching my prey suffer, but that was a long time ago.

I glanced at the moldy clock hanging barely by a tiny nail in the wall. We weren't supposed to hand things up, but like I said before, I don't like rules, or people who try to enforce them.

I had to move quickly before I hit the morning rush. I dropped the towel once I was completely dry and went over to my rack of clothes. A black shirt (as usual) that snuggled against my muscular body perfectly and some dark, semi baggy pants, the only kind I owned.

I shook the water out of my damp hair and then grabbed my wallet and keys while turning out the light. I unlocked my blue Toyota Prius and stepped in. I didn't really care about the recent claims about Toyota's faulty gas pedal; I liked to drive fast anyway.

It took ten minutes to get to the store, five to gather all my supplies, five to get through the check-out line, and another ten to get back home, or 'that place that is my own personal hell' as I like to call it.

I unloaded everything and laid back on the bed. It wasn't even eight o'clock yet and everything on my to-do list was done. I had nothing to clean, there was nothing on TV, and I wasn't hungry enough o go get something to eat (I figured out I could live on human food for a little while, but not forever). The only thing I had left to do was read.

The latest books on that Twilight series was over rated. Vampires didn't fall in love and vampires weren't even like that. Sparkling in the sun, god it made me want to gag.

All I had left were thrillers and the one I currently was leafing through was Under the war, by Joseph Wells. It was a pretty good book involving the Civil war. It even got better when it had some stories about creatures sneaking up on them on the night and sucking their blood. It was nice to know what people thought of us, after all I was there, I was just trying to protect them from a lone, thirsty vampire.

In two hours I had the book done, from start to finish. It wasn't that long; only about seven hundred pages. Harry Potter had more than that.

Still having nothing to do I got back in my car and drove to the nearest mall. I didn't like being around humans, but I had to be seen. That way someone could recognize me at school. I knew some students were here; who wouldn't spend their last few days at the mall? Besides me.

Luckily for me it wasn't too far away. I drove quickly and made it there in about fifteen minutes. I parked in a front space and shut my door. I walked into the mall and was surprised how big it was. It had a fountain in the middle that had four layers, each as it got higher, they got smaller. Teens filled every tiny little space because it was so crowded. Stores were having going back to school sales and Starbucks' was busier than I have ever seen.

I shrugged and squeezed my way through dozens of people and finally bought my mocha frappe chino and sat at the seat in the corner of the store. Alone.

I drank every few minutes just watching when a group of kids came in. one girl had mahogany hair and was taller, for a girl at least; one boy held her hand and was shorter than me, but from the looks of him, he looked like a football player. The tow other girls were blonde, but one had the most perfect face. She was pretty pale, but her freckles made her look a lot more tan: a vampire; the other boy was blonde as well, but he too looked like a football player and was holding the vampire's hand. The boy was human.

They sat down a few tables away from me and I couldn't help but stare at the girl with mahogany hair. Now that I could see her better she had the clearest blue eyes, a clear face, a gorgeous smile, and she was so beautiful.

The girl's boyfriend (I was guessing) put his hand on her back and I watched it slide lower and lower.

"Jeremy!" the girl squeaked. She pushed his hand away from her, grinning. Jeremy winked at her.

"Oh come on, Blake." he said.

"Touch her and see what happens." the vampire almost hissed.

"Oh shut up, Amanda." one of the blonde kids said, laughing with Jeremy.

"Kyle, if you know what's best for you, you would shut up." Amanda's voice was threatening. Kyle immediately shrank back and gave up like that. The others laughed while Blake thanked her.

"What are best friends for?" maybe they couldn't see it, but I knew her smile was fake and her words were a lie. There was something familiar about this girl, but I just couldn't figure it out.

I watched them with a look of disgust on my face, knowing I was going to find out about Amanda on Monday.

Even as I passed them and I felt their eyes on me, I couldn't get rid of Blake's face in my head.

Stupid humans.