Sam Wesson woke up with a blood curtling scream. His eyes flew open, pitch black eyes looking around panicky and scared. Breathing heavily he ran a hand through his hair as he laid back down on his bed, his eyes returning to the hazel brown they once wore. He never remembered his dreams, since he could remember, he couldn't remember a single thing he saw. All he felt was fear. Fear for the unknown maybe. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed as his breathing returned to normal. His life had not been the easiest, in fact his life had been a living hell, but he never once complained, in fear of getting punished made him do everything his father told him too. The other demons, his superiors, trained him hard and long, hours and hours on end. He was one of the best special children Azazel ever had. Though he was the loneliest. He rarely talked to the others, keeping to himself, staying in the shadows. He didn't like what they did, though the others loved it. He didn't want to be a monster, he didn't want to be hunted.
Hearing a bell he sighed and stood up, grabbing his clothes and got into a shower before he went downstairs for breakfast. He mumbled a hello to the others as he sat down quietly and ate. One of the worst things was what they had to drink. Every morning they had to drink demon blood. To strengthen their powers and to make them stronger. He hated the taste and smell of the blood but he loved the taste as well. They had been drinking demon blood since they were old enough to drink and eat properly. He closed his eyes, hearing the other kids drinking their blood and he slowly picked up his cup and took a deep breath before he started drinking it. The first taste of the blood sent Sam into a frenzy like the others as he greedily drank in big gulps, drinking it all down in 5 large gulps. He set his glass on the table and looked at in in displeasure yet with hungry eyes. He wanted more but it was wrong. He shoved that thought away and he stood as a sickening sweet smiled demon came into the room "Alright kids, time for school." She said. They went out the door as they were handed a thermos filled with demon blood to get them through the day and a lunch sac. They got into a van and they headed off into the normal, human world.
Upon entering the parking lot of DaleView High Sam looked around at the crowds of people. He was never one to fit in with crowds. He knew he'd be an outsider here. He got out of the van and looked around, his eyes spotting a sleek black 1967 Chevrolet Impala and his eyes widen. That must have cost a fortune, he thought as he saw a figure climb out of the car. The man had to be 18, short dirty blonde hair, bright emerald green eyes. He was lean and muscular, Sam saw and he sighed. Must be some rich preppy kid, he thought, taking one last glance at the man and kid and he entered the building.