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[I'm going to use the views of Vampires from Twighlight. I hope that's alright]

Damean drove onto the campus of his new college. This wasn't just college, though. This was an opportunity for a fresh start. He had always been different at his old schools. Everybody knew he was strange.

The first strange happening he could recall was when he lived in Forks, Washington, when he was seven years old. His life was normal... mostly. It was normal on overcast days, anyhow. See, his parents never let him out in the sunlight. When it was bright out and all the other kids were playing, his parents kept him home, and if he had to be somewhere they would call in and tell "whom it may concern" that he was ill and could not get out of bed. But one day he snuck out of the house while both his parents were at work. It was slightly overcast, but heavy winds were quickly blowing the clouds away south. He was swimming with his friends and everything was fine. That is, until the sun came out. He couldn't understand why his friends were so afraid of him. They all ran away screaming. When he look at his reflection in the water he was almost blinded by a glorious light. When the sun hit his skin he sparkled like thousands of diamonds. He terrified and confused, ran home, sobbing in uncontrollable gasps. His parents came home to find him lying on the floor. When they calmed him down he asked what was wrong with him, eyes wide with fear. But they didn't tell him anything.

They moved the next week, to London. Of course it was another rainy place. Damean didn't have much trouble fitting in, but after what had happened in Forks, he was worried about what the other students would think of him. What if they'd heard? He only let himself get close to one person, a boy named Benji who was like Damean. Their parents had been friends for years, and it was Benji's parents who convinced his to chose London. After all, it was dark, it was safe. That's what his parents said, but he didn't understand. After a year Damean got more comfortable with his new life. He began enrolling in sports, but managed to keep his grades the best in almost all of his classes. But in eighth grade, in a football game, he tackled another boy. He didn't mean to kill him, it just happened. He hadn't even hit him that hard, and he had to have been almost twice Damean's size [he had always been much smaller than the other children]. He had noticed that he had somehow become much stronger in the past few years, but he merely thought it was just a part of growing up. Lately he had been breaking things he hadn't handled harshly, and once he broke a man's finger just by shaking his hand, but he hadn't expected this. After he had received the news that the boy didn't make it he suffered from a mental break down. He was only kept from school for a month, though, and is parents refused to move again. Unfortunately, Benji and his family moved away two years after the incident. Damean remained in London until the 10th grade. He was first in his class in every subject he took, but everybody hated him, and he kept to himself. That's when his father finally decided it was best best for him to move... again.

This time it was to a small Irish farm, away from everything. The school in the nearby town was small, and he noticed that the other students seemed as peculiar as he was. Despite their efforts to befriend him, he would only respond to them with short, polite answers and a sad smile. It was while he was at this school that he began to hear voices. They were quite at first, but they sounded familiar. As time went on they became more clear and he recognized them as the voices of the people around him, only their lips weren't moving. He then realized that he was hearing their thoughts! And he noticed that around particularly slower people that if he wished for them to calm down or even stand up for themselves, they would have a sudden change in them, as if their emotions were being bent to his will.

When he graduated High School - first in his class - his parents told him what he had been waiting to hear since his childhood: He was a vampire.

And now he sits in front of his new school, filled with others just a unique as himself, waiting for the impossible to happen.

Damean stepped out of the car and walked around back to the trunk. He pulled out two large identical suitcases. One contained his clothing and his CDs, along with a few choice books, the other holding dozens of vials filled with blood he retrieved from the butcher's before he left home [he only needed to drink once every couple of weeks, and he had taken an oath not to touch a human. Besides, who could tell what what was sentient or not around here]. The rest of his belongings had been sent ahead of him a week prior to today and were more likely than not sitting in boxes inside his dorm room.

He shouldered the luggage with ease and began to walk towards the main building when he noticed a group of girls standing on the walkway. They all seemed very... different? Who wasn't? He was slowly learning that it wasn't likely he'd meet any average human or animal for a long while. As he got closer to the group his steps slowed. He stopped just a few feet from them, blushed, and nodded. It wasn't exactly an attempt at conversation, but hey, it was more effort towards socializing then he had put forth in his previous years at school.