Sorry this one took me a little bit and i'm sorry if it feels rushed. Don't be afraid to let me know what you think. The real start to our story starts next chapter so stay tuned. Sorry if there is any grammer errors.

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Silver Spawn

Chapter 4

He thought back to that day with a smile as he fished out his new uniform from one of the boxes he hadn't had a chance to unpack yet and laid it out on his bed. He wouldn't admit it out loud but the only reason he decided on Kuoh Academy was because of the uniform. Kesen figured if he had to wear a uniform everyday for the next year he would wear one he enjoyed. The uniform consisted of of a black blazer with white accents over a white long-sleeved button down shirt with vertical linings, a black ribbon on the collar, matching black slacks, and brown dress shoes. Although that black ribbon had to go, he hoped no one on the faculty staff would make a big deal about it.

After laying his clothes out for the day he proceeded to his small morning workout routine of one hundred push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups. He had done this workout so much for the past years he pretty much did it on auto-pilot now. He thought about upping the number of repetitions but didn't want to bulk up to much. 'He would do his actual workout after school anyways no need to over do it' he thought. Dropping from the removable pull-up bar he put in the bathroom door way, he walked to the shower and turned it on to warm up. He looked back to the mirror and saw the end of the scar on his shoulder and sighed. Stepping into the shower he started to wash his hair as he thought about the past.

The church had been welcoming but he could tell they didn't want to take care of another child on top of the twenty already living there, so they had tried to get his name from him so they could contact his parents or other relatives. Kesen gave them his first name but making it a point to clam up when asked his last name. He thought it could piss off his parents if he just showed back up at the house and honestly considered it but decided against it, because he really rather not be around if he was just gonna be a nuisance. The church head had tried everything he could to make the boy talk but came away with nothing. The priest decided to just send him for the mandatory check up and have the doctor draw some blood and send it for a DNA test.

The doctor that was working for the church nearly had a heart attack at the results the DNA test. The boy that had just been basically thrown at the church door was a descendant of the legendary famous monster slayer Van Helsing. The church kept good records throughout the years and had their database cross referenced with the American authorities databases. So there was no mistaking his lineage. He made a call to his contact at the vatican and told them of his discovery and the boys circumstances.

The vatican was quick to react and swooped up eight year old Kesen as quick as they could and sent him to Italy. To say Kesen was surprised was an understatement, he sat there in a first class seat on an airplane with someone from a church in Italy wondering why they needed to see him. Sure he was apparently a descendent of someone famous but that didn't mean he was special. When he had arrived in Italy he had been given shock after shock. He had been told that things like monsters angels and devils were real, he was also shown a monster right there as they took him to some sort of training facility. He stood and watched a girl just a little older than him, fought what looked like a man with glowing blue eyes, thick hair coating his jawline, and his eyebrow ridge grew outward down to his nose that looked close to that of an animal. Then he changed further into a giant wolf on its hind legs. Standing upright like it was natural, thick hair coated its body and then it roared. He just stared slack jawed while the head priest told him he would be trained to fight all kinds of monsters, and that they would be starting right away. He couldn't really say no they were taking care of him after all, and he didn't have anywhere to go.

So he trained like his life depended on it, he figured if there were things like that monster they had showed him out in the world then learning how to protect himself was a good thing. Plus if he didn't do what they asked of him then what would happen to him then, nothing good he imagined. Physical training, martial arts, weapons training, firearms training, the history of the three factions, and any and every monster hunting do's and don'ts you could think of were drilled into his head. He learned to kill werewolves, vampires, ghouls, wendigos, ect. He found the actual fighting came rather easy to him he could follow the monsters inhuman movements and react accordingly. His trainers all said he great reflexes and instincts for someone his age, and could already rival them at the age of twelve. The year he turned fifteen had been the year the church turned their backs on him.

He had been sent to America to search for a pack of werewolves and learn what they were up to, he did not expect to be bitten on the shoulder by the alpha of the werewolves. 'Why did it have to be a werewolf that got the drop on him' he thought to himself. Werewolves were the only thing that passed on the 'disease' he was told to call it, by a single bite. He had been pissed off and went after the head werewolf with revenge on his mind. It took him a couple weeks to track it down while trying to deal with the changes the bite had done to him. His strength, speed, reflexes, and senses were all heightened thanks to his training at the church but the bite made everything unbearable, it was like he was a new born baby again and was still getting used to his body. Running faster and jumping higher was all well and good but with his new strength he was crushing things just by picking them up and getting headaches from his super hearing and sight. Not to mention trying to control his anger so he wouldn't shift in public when someone bumped into him.

He found the son of a bitch that had bitten him and slit his throat ear to ear unknowingly stealing the power of an alpha. He then turned to the betas he left behind and killed them as well adding to his own power just a bit more making him all the more stronger overall. He had been told that when an alpha looses its pack it loose the power that had made him an alpha in the first place but that didn't happen to him. The mark of an alpha is simple glowing red irises in his eyes, and when he had checked himself in the mirror red stared back at him. He had heard researchers at the church hypothesis about what would happen if a alpha killed it's own pack, that the alpha would retain the power and add to his own with the betas deaths.

He had tried to go back to the church and hoped they would see reason, but all he was met with were hateful glares, guns, and silver swords. People he had considered friends had turned their backs on him or were trying to kill him now. It had happened again and this time he wasn't as forgiving as he was with his parents. He tried to leave peacefully but sadly that didn't happen. He walked out of the doors with tears in his eyes and blood on his clothes. He tried not to kill but some were persistent and kept on trying so he let go of all his anger and changed into the monster they saw him as, and killed ten priests and fellow monster hunters.

He had wandered for some time trying to get a grip on his power, isolating himself from society and people all together. He had come across another pack of werewolves and sought training from the resident alpha of the pack. This alpha wasn't kind but could see if he didn't help Kesen out he would lose control and bring more notice to the packs of North America if he was left unchecked. The alpha had three ways of dealing with new werewolves, one way was peaceful teaching them to find an anchor or someone they wished to stay human for. The second was just as peaceful, they would repeat a mantra or a code over and over again and focus on each word. The last was pain, intense severe pain that would force him to let go of his instincts to control the beast and just let it free.

Sadly nothing was really working for him he had tried all three options and still hadn't yielded any results so far. The alpha had given up trying to teach him the usual methods and decided to try something unorthodox. He would teach him something called senjutsu, wich would enable him to control his life force and the life force around him calming his spirit would be the best way to control the beast. Throughout his training he would slowly but surely grasp the concepts that he was unable to before and through that he had learned control and focus.

The pack he was with didn't trust him and made sure to let him know any chance they could. He would eat alone at meals unless the alpha to pity on him and sat with him for a few minutes. He slept on the outside of their camp and wasn't allowed in unless the alpha was there. Sure he could barge his way in after all he was an alpha to he just wasn't their alpha. It had come to a head when the hunters from the church were on their trail. The pack had spoken that he was a liability and that now that he had finally learned control that he should be on his way. He disagreed that he had learned everything that the alpha could teach him but stopped when he saw it was basically twenty on one. The alpha taking pity on him told him that he had learned the art of senjutsu in Asia more specifically Japan.

So deciding to split there before the alpha had to really make his decision, he had already known what it would be anyway. He figured the alpha telling him about Japan was really telling Kesen to get lost anyways, decided to head for Asia and learn more about senjutsu and anything else he could to help his control.

Stepping out of the shower he dried himself off and went to brush his teeth, while brushing he stared into his own eyes, they started to glow a faint red and he felt his heart race quicken, thinking about all the shit in his past pissed him off and sometimes he still had a hard time controlling his temper. He slammed his eyes shut and muttered over and over again.

"The day, the night, and people"

As he finished brushing his teeth and getting ready for school he kept muttering the same phrase to himself. He looked into the mirror and took a look at himself.

"Looking good" he smiled at his reflection

The uniform fit him perfectly not to bagy but not form fitting either, he looked at the ribbon that was supposed to go on his collar but just stuffed it into his pocket with his phone. Muttering to himself again the same phrase as he headed to the door to his room so he could go down stairs for breakfast. The phrase may have been a little to broody for his taste but it worked and it reminded him that he could only really rely on his self.

'What three things never stick around?' he would ask himself in his head and would reply out loud with " the day, the night, and people".