I did some research on Paper Routes... a professional can make up to 1500 a month with a larger route, while others only make about 75 dollars a month. So I did some calculations and that figures into this story.

I was going to make My Oc Matt's Little brother but I had a better idea... enjoy.

Maxwell is based on me now, no how he looks but a lot of his personality... I can't use myself at his age since I was obnoxious with no control over my mouth of Bipolar moodswings. It took a lot of time, so I decided to honor my own hard work.

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Have you ever woken up somewhere strange, no idea how you got there or why you where there? Were you completely sober, sporting a very hard erection, and having wet dreams about people being torn apart by what seemed to be Human? If so then you understand how strange my day was when I woke up on one of the many back-roads in Mystic Falls, wearing only my boxers... of course I didn't scream, flinch or really react with more then a sigh since this had happened before...several times over the last summer. The First time I woke up on Wickery Bridge, then I woke up in a Cemetery on the graves of Grayson ( My Old Doctor) and Miranda Gilbert, and of course I could never forget my sudden discovery of a church ruins in the Forest. Each time I woke up feeling refreshed and bubbling with energy, so Much so that I was able to sprint back to my House unseen. That energy faded, until I would wake up once again in weird places, having weird dreams all the while.

Still I said nothing, it just felt right to me despite how weird it was. Instinct was stronger then thought, besides I knew that if I said a damn word I would be put into a Loony bin. I didn't want my Foster Parents, the Lovely assholes known as Carol and Richard Lockwood, to disown me. They took me in last Fall in an attempt to boost Richards's reputation. I didn't really like my foster family with Richard being a condescending Dick, Carol being a Judgy Drunk an Tyler being an angry tool, so I tended to stay away as much as possible which is why I got a Job. Being only twelve all I was allowed to get was a paper route. It didn't pay that much to be honest, only about three hundred per month but it was enough to start a good savings fund for me in the future. I did however send about half of my money to My Cousin Matt, his stupid Sister was a druggie like their mother and I knew that Matty was suffering thanks to that. The Money, a Hundred and fifty per month, was enough to make sure Matty could take of himself. Of course Matty believed it was from his Mother...his favorite cousian was too proud to have accepted the money otherwise...

I guess I should probably explain why I was Fostered by the Lockwoods, since it is rather important. Matty, my favorite cousin, was best buds with Tyler Lockwood. After my Mom died in a Work accident ( I didn't miss her abusive ass), Matty started to cry about how I would go into Foster care and how he could never see me again and so on. Tyler's Dad Richard, who was Mayor, overheard this and decided to Foster me to better his chances of Reelection. I didn't mind that, I never had, one of the perks of growing up with an abusive parent is that you learn to go with the flow and not really care too much about what people think. Your own survival is all that matters...besides I have gotten a lot healthier thanks to better food and that ability to work out. I wasn't very big naturally unlike Matty, my Dad had been a petite Cajun man who died of cancer six years ago, and I took after him in my appearance and size. Though I might grow, who knows right? I'm only twelve after all...

Anyway, Hustling my Tiny butt back to the Lockwood's mansion wasn't that hard having done it several times over the Summer. I liked to be alone, crowds made me uncomfortable as did Richard's aggression, so walking around the woods made me feel better. Tyler really hated that I stole his parents attention even more then their Mayoral Duties already did so he made a point to stay away from me, Carol was usually too drunk to do much and Richard only was nice in public. He tended to praise my academic achievements, I was already in My Junior Year, and my willingness ot have a job so young but at home he was demeaning and cruel. I was used to that so really it wasn't a huge issue...

I couldn't wait to leave these idiots, leave the shithole that was Mystic Falls, and I honestly didn't need to wait that long.

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" How you holding up Matty?" I wrapped my arms around my awesome cousin, burying my head into his stomach. I loved me some Matty... I hated Elena Gilbert for dumping him, she was never right for Matty, far too caught up in her Smothering personality and constant neediness. Matty needed someone who would out him first, which Elena could never do, someone who wasn't needy. Her whole family was like that, needy and annoying with Jeremy probably being the worst of it. HE slept with my cousin Vicki, who was a terrible influence in general, drugging it up with her and drinking more then any human aught to be capable of. I hated Jeremy though, more then I disliked Elena, since he encouraged Vicki to waste the little money she had on Drugs which should have been used to take care of Matt and herself.

Matty sighed. " I'm fine Maxy" Oh yeah, that is my name by the way, Maxwell Davis, and I tend to talk to myself a lot... I got the idea reading Harry potter, loving the Inner Monologue thing so I kept it to deal with my Life.

" Really, why does it look like your about to start belting out an Adele song?" Matty just rolled his eyes at me, pulling out the rest of his stuff from his Locker. Then they headed to class, which they had together. " So, since you refuse to talk about dropping Elena's dead weight, how about we chat about my skipping up to Eleventh grade? Is that awkward for you?"

Matty shoved him slightly before bringing him tightly against his side. " Not at all, your a brainiac Maxy, any chance you have to get out of Mystic Falls the better."

We stayed like that, until class started, bickering about a bunch of different subjects, goofing around and being generally obnoxious ( I was trying to make him smile, which I succeeded in cause I'm awesome.) This ended not when the bell went off but when a boy walked into the room and I let out what could have been seen as a porn level moan had I not muffled it with my bag. My eyes were wide, and my body shivered with more energy then that one time I drank a full pot of coffee with Sugar and Creamer. Only my brain was as active as my body and the Gitterness didn't make my heart hurt. I felt good... completely and utterly good.

The boy was tall, with Green eyes and a large brooding forehead. His hair was kind of brown with a touch of copper in it, and it was styled nicley. He was very handsome but I couldn't help but think he looked like he needed to poop. Leaning over Matty, I smiled at the boy. " Hello, I'm Max and this is Matty. Your new right?"

Pretty boy just nodded. " I'm Stefan, Stefan Salvatore."

" Any relations to the So called Founders?" I did my research, Matty's dad's family and the Bennets had been here a long time before the Founders even stepped foot in America.

Impressed, Stefan nodded. " Distant, Zack's my uncle. I've been staying with him since the Summer Started."

They would have continued the conversation but their annoying teacher, Tanner, walked into the Room. " It was nice talking to you, Stefan." Holding my hand out, I shook hands with Stefan... and promptly fainted dead away.

" AHH, Stop, your too loud, I can't hear what your trying to say!" Sheila buckled, holding her head and trying to stem the flow of blood from her nose as the Spirits bombarded her thoughts with shouts and screams. " One at the time, please, I can't hear you!" The Spirit's screams dissipated and she could just barely make out the words. " Evil... Dark... Vile... I thought they were dead, extinct... how can one be alive?... Dormancy? There are still others? I have to warn Bonnie... someone, tell Abby please, I can't find her but she has to know!

Struggling to stand, Sheila ran to her desk and pulled out a Map of Mystic Falls and closed her eyes. No words were needed, the Spirits were flowing their powers through her and would direct the spell so long as she stood for them. Within Moments, the spell lead her towards it's location. " Mystic Fall's Hospital... Room Six B, ICU... Maxwell Davis... What is he?"

Shaking her fear and exhaustion, Sheila grabbed several pots filled with herbs and hurried out of her Office. She had to hurry, before this being obtained his actual power, before he knew what he really was. Bonnie would never stand a chance, fighting what was literally the Natural enemy of all Witches, the being who's very existence was designed to kill them and disable their power. Thankfully these beings, unless witches who could start off with incredible power, these beings had to grow into their power fully to be of a real threat.

" God, my head... " Pain and blood leaked from every pore in my body, but still I managed to focus enough to sit up straight when Pain exploded throughout each and every sense he had followed by images. A Burn on my left hand, a Child tearing it's way through my womb, a thrum of a Junkies withdrawal thrumming through my veins, the smell of vomit and decay on my teeth, Blood dripping from my fingertips as I once again slit my wrists... a Hundred screams in my ears coming from my own mouths. A hundred scents rushing through a hundred Noses... I had to escape.

Slowly Tearing pieces of of the Bed Sheet, I Wrapped it around my Elbow as I slowly pulled my IV out. Images slammed into my brain, making me shake and lose focus for a split second as I tried to put my clothes on. I found my phone, typing a message for Matt, telling him that I was going to leave the Hospital. It took me eight tries to type that message, but I barely managed to get it out. Climbing out of my Window wasn't hard, I was used to that, getting across the parking lot with Pain screaming in my head... yeah not so much.

I reached the woods, about a hundred yards from the Hospital when finally I collapsed, free of the horrible canopy of voices and sounds in my head. The Silence hurt worse then the influx of sensation oddly enough, so I curled up into a ball and just laid there until a woman's voice drew my attention. " Shouldn't you be in your bed, Child?" I managed to sit up and look at the beautiful women in front of me. She was familiar, being Bonnie Bennet's grandma and basically the person who raised her and went to all of her school functions. She was looking at me with a deep seated sadness, Misery oozing from every poor to the point I could kind of taste it. Actually, I could actually smell it, a pungent scent that made him think of losing my Mother. " It hurts doesn't it, I imagine that it's a lot for you... I was hoping to bind your powers before they blossomed, but they already have. I am so sorry... but I cannot allow you to live. The Spirits demand your life..."

Sadness was overwhelming. " No... why would you want to kill me... what am I even?" That stopped her, which gave me a second to reach behind me and grab a Rock tightly. Images of Sheila holding a Knife flashed in my brain, I knew that it was real. " Your going to kill me.. you have a knife in your left hand. Your a Witch, and the Spirits are in your head, whispering soft things to you." I couldn't explain explain how I knew it, the words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them. The Knowledge flitted into my brain and I knew I was right. " What are the Spirits and How the hell do I know this... I'm a Tsi Sigili, a Demon who feeds on Death and Pain and Psychic energy. Your Powers run on Psychic Energy, I'm your natural predator." The Knowing continued and I knew the truths of my words, it felt as natural as breathing. I knew I was going to die...I refused to let that become a reality. " I'm not going die..."

With speed I didn't know I had, I slammed the rock into her head, screaming as if I had been blindsided from a rock. I managed to push the agony aside to stand and sprint away, fearing whatever the hell was happening. I knew that I couldn't say a damn word to anyone, they wouldn't believe and if half of what I saw when Sheila came after me was true, then there was so much more to this town. Vampires and Witches, Images of bloodshed and terror that would wash through the streets. Death and violence and horrors unlike anything I could have expected... What what so specifically terrifying was beyond me, I needed to focus and think about what happened.

' I'll tell the Lockwoods I have been sleep walking, I used to do it as a kid. No one will question it, I need to talk to Stefan. I don't know if anyone else is Supernatural, but he made me pass out... He must be somethin' " AGHHHH" My Throat burned, I clawed at my neck and was suprised to not feel any blood even though I could feel it dripping it down my chest just as I could feel sharp fangs digging into my Artery. Dizziness born from what I knew was bloodloss washed throughout my body, the fear was so familiar that Started to focus on it. It hurt too much at first, but something changed... the pain died awake and a tired warmth washed over me. I focused on that Warmth, that familar connection entirely and before I knew it I saw Matt holding me telling me to hold on, to stay awake. " Vicki.. I'm in Vicki's Mind... What happened to her..."

With everything I had, I pushed forward and moved Vicki's hand's until they were holding Matty's face. " Matty... What happened to me..." Vicki and I spoke as one, and I knew that she wanted to know the answer as much as I did. " An Animal..." I could see it now, Dark and blurry and so I focused merging my body's strength with Vicki and together we made the image visible. It was a man, beautiful with a chiseled face and eyes bluer then anything I had ever seen. He was beautiful, truly... and I knew the truth, he was a vampire and he attacked Vicki and fed on her.

" I need to get home... I can't think here... no... I feed on Death, on Pain... that's why I kept on sleep walking, I was feeding on the pain of Grayson and Miranda's Death, the loss and fear they had. And those people, Mauled to death, it wasn't an animal. It was the Guy... I need more power...maybe... come on, I know local history, this town is obsessed with such history... where would there be a lot of Death and Pain... without overloading me like the Hospital did. Think...Grayson's Practice. A lot of sick people were taken care of there, and Grayson died so it would be powerful... I hope. God, I need internet... thank you Modern world and Data on my phone."

Sheila struggled to stand, wiping the blood from her temple, ignoring the ache as best she could. She deserved that, how could she blame anyone for saving their own lives. Still this made everything difficult, the boy had developed a grasp of his power already. More so, he lived with the Lockwoods and even inactivated, their wolfish powers would allow them to sense her. She had to go about this a different way, she had no way of killing him without a piece of his flesh or blood. Not that she could survive such a spell, and she couldn't risk Death until she trained Bonnie in how to use some of her power.

" Spirits... I cannot kill him on my own, he has read my mind and he will have to means to become immune to magic soon enough. What powers will the child have?" Whispers upon whispers shot through her mind and she knew the boy's powers. " Psychic, capable of feeding on the Lifeforce of others through their minds... he can disrupt spells with a thought by stealing the intent from them. The more he consumes, the stronger he will become both Physically and Mystically. He is still mortal, and can die... But Herbs can still hurt him. They turn his Psychic energy into Magic which he can channel. But he's young, with no teachers and powers that can easily turn on him..."

Magic, not her power but that of the Spirits, eased her pain and she could actually feel the gash and bruise seal up. Strength returned to her and she knew that the Spirits were on her side, they would help her to destroy the boy before he become strong enough to tap into the Fullness of his power. Before he could kill Bonnie and her, like his instincts would demand. He was, after all, a Psychic Vampire for all intents and purposes. He was a predator, a Monster by nature and that would mean that she was not save and never would be...

Chapter end, tell me what you think in the Reviews.

I love this idea, Maxwell is not all powerful by any means just a natural predator to Witches... I always wondered if they had one. So I made one for them, a perfect inversion who can deal with them as perfectly as possible. They have some other abilities of lesser importance, and many weaknesses that we will see later.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika,