The boy in black

                                                                                          Blaine's  POV

    It was the first day of 11th grade at Limp-More High school. Blaine woke up and looked at his alarm, "damn,"  he thought to him self he jumped up  threw on his black jeans, tight black band tee. After he did his morning routine, He looks at the scar he got from that faithful night.  Just recently, he moved here with his foster mom who adopted him at 10 years old. He ran down the stares and yelled to Anna , his mom that he's going to school   

                                                                                          Flash Back

10 year old Blaine was hiding under the dining room table in Compton. His mother was lying dead 6 feet way. As he sods silently in his hand he hears his big muscular dad coming down the hall. while he had the chance he bolted out the back door into the back yard as he did, he turned  around to look behind him there were sirens all around. Just as he thought it was over he felt a blinding pain in his lower left abdomen, the last thing he saw were the cop that shot his dad. Then there was a bright light, and a very warm female voice. It said to him " someday,  you will understand your purpose". when he woke up in the hospital, he had been adopted. 

                                                                                             present day 

 As he looked at his well toned chest he had several tattoos. he tried to cover up his scars on his   stomach, and he was quite impressed on how  his  abdomen tattoo was coming along. He looked at his watch , "damn" the thought. He got dressed in a hurry ,went jumped on his 1980 dodge charger 300.  Driving to school, he was thinking about the dream he kept having. The dream starts off like all the rest calm peaceful run. Then he is suddenly in a dark wet room. He keeps hearing a female scream. He runs to help but every time he try's he wakes up.

                                                                                              Rachel  POV 

  As she strutted down down the hall she could feel all eye's on her, and being the "queen" of the school she was expected to act and dress a certain way. There was something different about today. someone walked up behind her. "boo" her best friend Katherine who was back from Malabo jumped like she was on edge. " Did u hear there is a new guy at school and i heard he is a freak, like he's goth or something" she said with a disapproving look on her face.   Rachel looked at her friend and though how much she was changed.  Rachel said to her friend  "well lets not be to quick to judge him "  She was really thirsty she had not fed on anything this morning and the cravings are getting worse so she went to her car. She was about to leave when he pulled up in a blacked out classic dodge charger .  As he stepped out of the classic car, she could smell the intoxicating smell of his AB negative blood and she just stared captivated by the smell.