A/N: Tried to make it a little longer this time. I'm new at this so if i make any mistakes just let me know. :)

Silver Spawn

Chapter 2

A much older boy opened his eyes to the blinding sun peaking through his window. He looked up to the bright white ceiling of his room at the inn he'd been staying. He moved his hand to his left cheek, feeling some sort of phantom pain from the slap his mother had given him that day. He looked at his hand finally realizing it had touched something wet. He was surprised to see a clear liquid on his fingertips glistening in the morning sun light. He covered his eyes with his hand and held it there for a few seconds before letting it fall back down beside him leaving him looking at the ceiling once again. He sighed and sat up in bed and looked out the window to see a bright cloudless morning.

"Tears" he muttered softly shaking his head.

"So much for getting over the past" he muttered again looking up to the ceiling once more

He chuckled "if the alpha could see me now, he would have smacked me up side the head.

Pushing his hand through his short raven black hair he sighed one last time pulled the blankets off of him and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Pulling himself up and out of bed he slowly walked over to the window to look out over the city he had arrived in a week ago. His eyes refocusing to see himself in the reflection of the window standing there shirtless with bed head. Looking into his own eyes he couldn't help but to think back on how he went from a scared little kid like the one he just dreamt about, to the man he was now.

That night after listening in on his parents plans on abandoning him, he felt something inside of him break. He didn't know what and he didn't really care to be honest, his parents were ditching him to "live free" as his mother put it, so he didn't find that broken piece inside of him all that important at the moment.

He had stayed up all night that night trying to think of what was going to happen to him after they took him to the church. He even speculated what his parents were going to say to him once they got there. He still didn't understand why in the first place. He was a good student thanks to his mother, or thanks to her attitude towards him. He made sure anything she had explained to him the first time he understood, so he didn't upset her.

That was another thing he didn't understand if she had hated him so much why did she homeschool him in the first place. Wouldn't she want him out of the house and away from her as much as possible. Not coupt up inside with her at all times of the day. There was a lot he didn't understand ,and figured since he was getting tossed away, he never would. He laid there crying for awhile, laid there angry and muttering to himself for a while. He didn't know what to feel so decided to try and get some sleep.

He laid there tossing and turning for some time before his Dad came in to wake him at four in the morning. His dad handed him a old back pack and told him to gather some clothes for a couple days. Picking out his favorite t-shirts, pants, shorts, and underwear. He stuffed them into the big compartment of the pack and zipped it up and walked slowly out into the living room to wait for his mom and dad.

He sat there waiting for a couple minutes before his parents finally decided to show themselves. He noticed that they weren't looking him in the eye through out the conversation. They had just simply said that they were going for a trip to a church a couple of counties over. He didn't ask questions just did as he was told and hopped in the car and waited to be thrown away.

The car ride took forever in his opinion, but didn't really matter to him. He had chanced a look at his mother in the front of the car. She was looking at the window staring at the passing scenery. He still didn't know what to think, he thought about saying something but didn't get a chance to as the car came to a stop.

He looked out the window of the car to see a massive old church that looked well taken care of, it didn't have that falling apart feel. He stepped out of the car and waited for his parents before he just walked away. The ushered him forward to the front steps up and to a massive wooden door with elaborate designs of angles and demons at war. He looked towards his parents as they called his name.

His mother handed him an envelope and told him to give it to who ever ran the church. He nodded his understanding, and to his surprise she hugged him tightly to her chest. If he wasn't confused earlier now he surely was, 'why would she hug a child she hates?' he wondered. He shook those questions out of his head. It didn't matter anyway they were still here to throw him away no need to get hopeful.

When she released him he sighed mentally, he didn't know what to do and figured he would just take the matter out of their hands. He looked up at them and looked them straight in the eyes. Both his parents felt uncomfortable with his brown eyes seeming to stare right through them. His voice held all of his emotions from the last twelve hours. From udder sadness, anger , despair, desperate, to resigned.

"Mom, Dad" he said slowly

Making sure he had their attention he told them sincerely.

"I'm sorry"

When it looked like they were about to speak he turned on his heel and banged on the door with his knuckles as hard as he could. He just wanted to get all this over with, if they didn't want him in their lives he didn't want them in his life. loud bangs echoed inside the church. He turned back to his parents to see them hurrying to the car. They chanced one last look at their son they were abandoning to notice he had turned to watch them run away. He shook his head and turned his back on them as the massive door opened revealing an old nun with a massive amount of wrinkles on her face. He heard tires squeal the rev of the engine and silence as he handed the envelope his mother gave him to the old nun. She read it her brow furrowing in concentration and her face fell. She looked back to the boy standing in front of her a tear falling from her eye.

"Come in young man don't be shy" she said with a smile on her face

He walked over to the mirror and stared at himself and smiled. He really had come along way. Gone was the scared little eight year old boy abandoned in front of the church, scared and angry. In front of him was the reflection of a young confident man of seventeen. He had gotten taller with time obviously, he now stood at a tall 6 feet 3 inches. With short messy black hair, shorter on the sides and a little longer on top. He liked to style his hair for special occasions but left it messy most of the time. He had broad shoulders with a muscular build but not to overly so, he hated the look of bulging veiny muscles that some body builders would attain through unnecessary bulking. Big muscles slowed you down so he had attained a nice medium allowing for swift movement but not lacking power.

He looked to his left shoulder looking at the massive scarred bite mark that reached to his collarbone and wrapped around the top of his shoulder ending at the start of the shoulder blade. He shook his head not trying to think about his time at the church or his later exile, but was dragged from his thoughts when he heard a knock on the door. Reaching out with his senses he could tell it was the elderly housekeeper that managed the building.

"Mr. Helsing" she yelled through the door.

"You asked me to wake you up so you wouldn't be late to your first day of school" she said as she continued knocking.

While smiling he moved to his door and opened it quickly. Keeping the smile on his face he looked at the old woman that was nice enough to come wake him up.

"Thank you Mrs. Rika" he said sincerely.

"It's only been a week since i got here and I already don't know what i'd do without you" he smiled.

She smiled and looked him up and down noticing his state of undress and her smile changed into a lecherous grin.

"No thanks necessary young man, the state in which you answer the door is reward enough" she finished with a small wink.

He laughed " If you were only a few years younger i would definitely try to steal you from your husband" he finished kissing her hand softly.

She blushed but didn't keep it long as she whispered "I won't tell if you don't"

He laughed again as he heard an old male voice chime in to the conversation.

"I heard that you scarlet woman" said a older man walking up and kissing his wife on the cheek.

He turned to the young man "and i don't need you being a bad influence on her, all she talks about with her friends now is about the sweet handsome young man staying with us." said the old inn keeper.

He shook his head and smiled " no need to worry Mr. Azuma if i haven't been able to steal her yet obviously I lack something in which has her so attached to you."

The woman patted her husband's cheek and smiled affectionately at him. She turned her gaze back to the young man. "Breakfast will be ready shortly Mr. Helsing"

He sighed at her dramatically and shook his head an nodded his understanding "Thank you i'll be down in a few minutes, and please call me Kesen" They both nodded and went back down the hall.

He smiled after them and shut the door to get ready for his first day at Kuoh Academy.