Everybody belongs to some sort of group, the goths, jocks, and nerds are just some examples but I'm not like everybody else, nor do I wish to be for that matter. My name is Demona and unlike the rest of these losers at school I don't belong to any group, there is nobody like me or anybody that even comes close. And that's how I'd gotten all the way to 10th grade. I new know one would ever be different in the way that I am. Or anybody would ever be so different that we'd actually be the same. At lest that's what I had thought, that I'd be alone for the rest of my life. That was until I met Spike. When I first saw him I new he was different, his pale electric blue eyes, platinum blond hair and dressed all in black, witch seemed to make his skin ten times paler. But why should I care? He may be different but not like me he's not, I asked myself. So what he's got looks that could kill but so do some of the jocks. But still every time I see him a chill goes along my spine as though some one were dropping ice down my shirt.