Chapter 1

It was September 13th, 1982. Damien Thorn was 17 years old and at his prime. Since he had made the discovery of who he is and who he is going to become four years prior, he'd come a long way.

For one thing, he was an awful lot more popular. Every boy on the campus wanted to be him and admired him greatly. It was a great exercise for his charisma. The more you're liked, the farther you'll get.

He didn't want to brag, but he wasn't too bad looking either. Granted he didn't look too different, but he'd grown to be 5'11 and was still quite the football player. His hair cut and basic muscle tone was the same, but he was good looking.

He had been making perfect grades and every teacher admired him. Everyone who met him knew he'd be a success.

Thankfully, the body count in his life hadn't needed to grow too much higher, and he wasn't attacked as often.

And as if things couldn't be better, over the summer, a gas leak hit the girl's academy near to the boy's academy and exploded. Now, girls were enrolled in his academy! He was incredibly happy.

"Thanks, Murray." Damien said to his chauffeur after being dropped off.

"Have a good year Damien! You'll be great!" He said as he drove off. It was no shock to him to find out Murray was in on all the satanic activity.

Damien went to get his room key.

"Welcome back Mr. Thorn!" Mr. Harris said handing him his room key.

"Good to be back, sir." Damien said respectfully taking the room key. As he walked through the halls, he noticed girls running around with the boys, and quite a few girls who gave him a look of wanting, making Damien feel good.

Just as he was about to go to his room he felt his body hit something and saw a lot of blonde hair as he fell down hearing a feminine, gentle, strong, and somewhat loud voice yell "Ow!"

Damien groaned and sat up to see a girl with medium length wavy blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, tan skin, a round face, a button nose, full rose pink lips, high cheekbones, and different colored eyes, one light blue with a small pupil and hazel green with a large pupil.

The girl rubbed her head and stood up looking down at him.

"I'm sorry about that! You need a hand?" She said holding out her very narrow and feminine hand. He accepted and was helped up. He was a tad annoyed, but decided to discreetly get a better look. She was about 5'6, and pear shaped, but looked almost like she could be hour glass shaped. She wasn't super skinny but she wasn't unattractive, she was a little plump, but it wasn't bad, she looked healthy. She had a rather well-proportioned chest and derrière. She looked really good in her uniform and Damien decided that she was rather cute.

"It's alright; I probably should've looked where I was going." Damien said finally responding to her.

The girl smiled, and held out her hand straightening her back a little.

"I'm Bella Giles!"

"I'm Damien Thorn, nice to meet you." He said shaking her hand. If he'd have blinked he would've missed Bella's smile fall and go slightly pale for a half second. But he didn't blink. The two pulled back their hands.

Damien wondered if this girl was going to be trouble.

"Your accent is different, are you British?" She asked innocently.

"Well, to be honest I was born in Italy. But I was raised in England until I was about five and a half."

"You were born in Italy? That's so cool! I was born in America, but I'm mostly Italian. My Father's Mother's side is Italian, and there's a lot of Italian from my Mother's side of the family. I've always wanted to go to Italy someday!"

"That's interesting."

The two stood in an awkward silence for a minute before nodding their goodbyes, gathering their things, and going their own ways.

"The Holy Roman Empire had a powerful impact on the world, in almost the same ways that the Ancient Greeks did." Mr. Ruby said as he began the lecture for first period History.

Damien was rather bored; he's already known all this already by heart, literally. All of a sudden, his sixth sense kicked in and he tensed, feeling as if he was being watched. The brunette peeked over his shoulder to see Bella, the girl who he ran into before, sitting right behind him. He hadn't even noticed her there.

He would've actually accused her of stalking and staring at him, but from what he could see she was writing what seemed to be every word coming out of the teacher's mouth. Damien turned back around and almost instantly felt the sense he was being watched again, he looked for a reflective place, but could find none.

Push came to shove, she was in all of his classes and she seemed to be constantly watching him but every time he peeked her way she had her nose in her notebook or a novel. Every time it happened, Damien would lightly sigh and began to think he was losing his mind.

Finally it was lunch time, and he pulled the girl aside.

"Oh, hello!" She said cheerfully.

"Why were you been staring at me in class? Were you staring at me in class?!" Damien said not even in the mood to be his usual cool self. This new girl made him feel very uneasy, a feeling he didn't like being acquainted with.

"No, why? Did you want me to?" She said sarcastically leaning back against the wall smiling at him.

"No." Damien said feeling very weird in his stomach.

"Well, if your so concerned, I must assume you were checking to see if I was, so technically it should be I who is asking, why were you staring at me?" She smiled teasingly. Damien's cheeks grew an uncomfortable red, partly from embarrassment, partly from anger.

She was smart, a smart ass at the least. Normally he wouldn't think of taking much action against a girl, but at that moment he was very tempted to shut her up good, but he didn't really want that kind of trouble the first day of school; Again. The thought of the incident between himself and Teddy brought back the memory of Mark. His look seemed a little sadder, making Bella frown, and he turned to leave the girl alone.

"Damn it, wait!" She said stopping him, turning him back to face her.

"Look, I'm sorry. I don't like being teased, either, to be honest. I want to make it up to you, I wasn't well liked when it was just all girls and well, you seem nice, and... I'd like to be your friend." Bella smiled warmly and honestly.

Damien was a little surprised, but he had to admit... She did seem smart; he figured that he could at least have a few decent conversations with her. It was hard to have that with the people he was normally around, so he led the way and the two walked to the Dining Hall and sat with Teddy and Foster.

"Teddy, Foster, I'd like you to meet my new friend Bella Giles. Bella, this is Teddy and Foster." Damien said.

"Hello!" Bella said warmly.

The two boys stared at Damien then each other a minute as if debating if this was a good or bad thing, deciding on good, the two reached out their hands and shook hers.

"It's nice to meet you!" Foster said smiling.

"Yeah, it's not like Damien to bring a girl home." Teddy said winking making a joke.

Damien shot him a glare while Bella blushed lightly.

"There you are, Bella!" A high feminine voice said, they looked to see a short 5'2 girl with long beautiful dark red hair and almond shaped brown eyes. Teddy had to do a double take.

"I thought you said you didn't have friends at the other school?" Damien said poking Bella's shoulder.

"I don't! But I have a sister. We aren't actually related, but it feels like we were separated at birth." Bella smiled wide.

"I'm Rose Heinz, and Bella and I are as close as can be." Rose said sitting beside her and linking arms.

"So, do you have any other sisters?" Foster asked hopefully.

"Nope. Well, I do, but they're all in different states and are between ten and twenty years older than I am. And before you get any ideas about a relationship Mrs. Robinson-style, I don't see them very often anyway." Bella responded leaving Foster a tad upset.

"And unfortunately, I'll join that list once this year ends." Rose added sadly.

"Why?" Damien asked confused.

"I'm going to graduate after this year. I know I'm kind of short for my age, but I'm actually turning 18 in twenty-one days." She answered. The other boys stared in shock, while Bella and Sierra took a tape player from Bella's inner jacket pocket and listened and sang along lightly to Rick Springfield's "Jessie's Girl", as if nothing just happened.

Damien noted the girls were good singers, and had a good harmony together. Damien didn't know it yet, but he had just made quite interesting friends.