Damon’s P.O.V

I don’t understand humans.

Don’t get their morals, don’t get the way they think. I don’t get their abundant stupidity.

They are so fucking stupid.

I let my gaze return to the old man who is still shouting at me, one fat finger pointed in my direction while he tries to ‘put me in my place’.

I zone out. Amelia claims I do that a lot, sometimes too much.

It was something I mastered as a kid. If I don’t and allow myself to actually listen to people, I get angry. The anger caused by the bullshit people usually spew on a day-to-day basis.

So I zone out, for their own safety.

I look across at Peter who was sitting next to me, in a wooden, office chair identical to my own. He was crying. Peter was always fucking crying. I don’t understand how it’s possible to cry this much, to still have so many tears in such a tiny body.

A tiny body that is now covered in bruises. The guy didn’t get his face, but he pretty much pummeled every inch of his body with his fists. He would heal, but it took longer for omegas to heal than the average wolf and Peter was more fragile than a typical omega.

I am going to kill the bastard.

No, you’re not – Theo inputs, his voice light, and kind.

I really am – I argue and he laughs.

You are not going to kill him, you know we can’t – He says and continues before I can argue back. You can beat him up, scar him for life, both physically and emotionally, but no killing him.

I groan internally because I knew deep down that Theo was right. I couldn’t kill him.

Ha – He pokes but I ignore him.

For one, he was human and when one of those went missing, the others often looked for them. Secondly, I’d already killed my quota of humans for the year, if dad found out I exceeded it, I’d be the next to end up dead.

So the guy was going to live to see another day. But that didn’t stop me from wanting to see the guy choke on his own blood or revel in the feeling of me pulling his eyes from their sockets. My mind was running wild with all the things I could do to the bastard and it was hard to know that I couldn’t go through with any of them.

Hard to sit here in a dusty room with an annoying human and a crying Peter and know that I couldn’t kill anyone after.

I look back at said human and sigh, forcing myself to actually listen to what he’s saying for a moment.

“This school has given you abundant opportunities Mr.Calderon.” He spits and it takes everything in me not to rip his tongue out. “The next time you get in an altercation with another student, it will be the last time.”

“There wouldn’t be any ‘altercations’ if you actually did your job.” I reply in through clenched teeth. “If you stopped people from bullying my brother, then I wouldn’t have to step in. Look at him!”

He begins spluttering a whole bunch of nonsense I really didn’t have the time for. So I stand and offer a hand for Peter, he doesn’t hesitate to take it and I quickly pull him to his feet. I grab our bags from the floor and walk us out the stingy office, leaving the old man to yell at himself.

When we’re far enough, Peter stops in the middle of the empty hallways, fingers gripping mine tightly as he looks up at me.

I close my eyes and take a breath before turning to look at him, I was already pissed and I didn’t need him sobbing anymore than he already was because I lost my temper on him.

“I-I’m s-sorry D-D-Damon.” He manages through his sniffs.

“Peter, I really can’t deal with the tears right now,” I say honestly, digging into my back pocket for my phone. He nods weakly with a whimper. I sigh, pulling him into my chest and curse softly when he whimpers again in pain. I unlock my phone and quickly scroll through my contacts list. “It’s not your fault, so don’t say sorry.”

“G-Got y-you in trouble.” He stutters against me, crying a little harder at his own words.

“I’ll deal with it, so stop crying,” I demand. He clenches onto my shirt tighter, still shaking in my grip so I rub his back gently to calm him down. When I find Mekhi’s number I send him a quick text with my one free hand.

D – Need a favour.

M – Another. You need another favour.

I roll my eyes at his correction before he sends another text.

M – Where r u?

D – Bio block.

M – See you in a min.

I slip my phone back into my pocket before I pull Peter away from my chest to look at him. He looks up at me, lips wobbly and eyes puffy, but thank Goddess the tears stopped.

“Want to go home or back to class?” I ask and I could see the worry in his eyes.

“W-Where a-are you g-g-going?” He asks instead of answering.

“To properly deal with the one who hurt you.” I reply simply and his eyes widen for a moment. “I’m not going to kill them, just going to teach the guy a lesson that he won’t forget. So Peter, class or home?”

“C-C-Class.” He manages just as Mekhi walks around a corner.

“You can go to the nurse after lunch but not before,” I tell him leaving no room for discussion and he nods his understanding.

“B-Be s-safe.” He whispers so quietly I barely pick up on it. I pass Peter his bag, wipe the rest of his tears from his face and send him off. He sends me unsure looks over his shoulder with every step before he’s out of view.

“What do you need this time?” Mekhi asks, blowing a bubble with his gum while I run a tired hand through my hair.

“Deal with the principal, make him and all the others forget about this,” I say meeting his eyes and he smiles devilishly. “I don’t really care how you do it, just get them off my back.”

“And?” He asks tilting his head before folding his arms.

“Why did the guy hurt Peter? Everyone knows not to touch him.” I state and he nods as his smile fades for a moment.

“New kid. Didn’t get the informatory pamphlet.” He says sarcastically with a shrug. “I think he gets it now though, with the beating you gave him and all.”

“He’s about to take another,” I inform before throwing him my bag which he lets his magic catch, keeping his arms folded against his chest.

“Don’t kill him.” He says as he eyes me.

I force myself to breathe around the annoyance and rage.

“I won’t,” I reply crisply and hold his gaze as he stares at me for a moment longer. “What?”

“Nothing.” He says before grinning once more. “Just staring.”

He turns before I can reply, walking away with the bag hovering behind him. I don’t waste any more time and head from the nurse’s office, I was angry once again and now I had the perfect person to take it out on.

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I don’t release the pressure I have around the guy’s throat as he squirms around aimlessly. His attempt at begging and pleading truly pathetic, his hands scratching desperately at mine which were wrapped around his throat.

I roll my shoulders and sigh happily at his vain efforts to breathe, to escape my punishing grip.

I like to hurt people.

Wait, that’s not true. I love to hurt others, doesn’t necessarily have to be a person for me to enjoy it.

It’s a thing about me I can’t change and one I don’t mind even though everyone I know hates it.

Everyone thinks I’m damaged or broken, suppose that’s why they call me Demon.

The supernatural think I’m violent because I’m the firstborn son to two alphas. Logic says that if you mix testosterone with testosterone and double the natural, violent tendencies already in an alpha, you get me.

The humans think I’m bloodthirsty because I am ‘super fucked up’. Apparently, I went to juvie three times and almost went to prison because I’m just ‘that crazy’. I also, allegedly, cover my eye tattoos everyday so nobody knows how many people I’ve truly killed.

Finally, my parents believe it’s because they messed up. Somewhere along the line, they messed up and raised me wrong. They made mistakes and I became like this.

It’s a great feeling knowing that your own parents think that the way you are is a walking mistake.

……it’s truly amazing.

All in all, I just like to see people in pain. I like to see them weak because of me and I like to feel them fight a losing battle. But most of all, I like to see the look in their eyes when they realized that their life is in my hands.

That’s the best part.

“My name is Damon,” I say introducing myself with a smile. I lean down a little closer to the guy, making sure he’s looking into my eyes as his mouth remained agape. “I’m sorry, what was that? Can you speak up?”

I release my grip on him enough for him to make one desperate gasp for air before I punch him in his nose and continue strangling him. My skin tingles at the blood which dribbles down his nose while I continue cutting off his oxygen.

“I just thought you should know a few things so that you don’t find yourself in this position again,” I say feigning sympathy as his bloodshot eyes hold mine. “The guy you beat up earlier, Peter, that’s my little brother. I know it’s hard to imagine cause he’s… well Peter and I are the complete opposite, but he’s my little brother rest assured.

You see, I got this weird thing about family, don’t know where it came from… but I don’t like it when people hurt my family. I really don’t like it. It makes me want to hurt them more than I already do.”

He begins to turn purple and I can’t help but laugh. It looked like if his head would pop if I went any further, as if I pushed a little harder he just may die. So I do, smile widening when his veins begin to show.

“There’s two more of my family in this school, so my advice for you is to pray that you don’t so much as look at them the wrong way.” I whisper, making my eyes glow just to fuck with him. “Because if you do, I’ll fucking kill you.”

I pull my hands away letting him slide off the small bed and onto the ground as he gasps desperately for air between his coughing.

“Make sure you leave here before lunch and if you tell anyone about this, I slit your throat and their’s too,” I say as I stand up and make my way to the sink to wash my hands of his disgusting blood, I hum quietly to myself pumping soap into them as he continues to gag.

Too far? – I ask Theo as I turn to look at the wheezing creature.

Nah, you could do more – He replies making me smile.

I give him one last kick to the temple before I leave the room and shut the door quietly behind me.

My eyes find Amelia leaning against the wall opposite me, her arms crossed with a deep, disapproving frown. I roll my eyes and walk away, but she follows anyway.

“What the hell is wrong with you Damon?” She yells beside me, boring a hole into the side of my skull with her glare. I keep looking straight ahead as I try to figure out my way to math from here.

“A lot,” I reply with a smirk.

“What did you do to him?” She asks, but it sounds more like a statement. Like she knew I nearly killed the guy and just wanted to hear me say it.

“It’s times like this that I seriously regret fighting for the pack to let you out into the world. Should’ve known that you don’t let mutts out.” I admit with a groan but she doesn’t budge.

“What did you do Damon?” She presses once more.

“Go take a look for yourself,” I reply walking a little faster to rid myself of her but she keeps up. “What do you want Amelia?”

“For you to try and use your brain for once.” She snaps and I stop, turning to look at her. “He’s a human, you can’t go around hurting humans like that.”

“Yes, I can,” I reply as I take a step closer but she stands her ground. “I can hurt whoever the fuck I want, including humans. This time, this one deserved it. Go take a look at Peter, you’ll see that the prick got off easy.”

“That doesn’t make it right.” She says, her glare softening before she walks away.

Meet Amelia Stone. My future beta, my best friend, my worst enemy, and my future mate. At least that’s what I suspect, she’s the only person outside of my family who gets to talk to me like that. I figured, she must be special if I don’t want to kill her that much when she does.

But that’s not all, I do like Amelia. I enjoy having her around sometimes and she makes me laugh on the rare occasion when her jokes land. Most times, when we’re not fighting, she’s alright.

Amelia is a bit of a wildcard to me. Sometimes she likes the violence in me, supports it and even contributes to it. She gets it when nobody else does. Other times, like today, she plays righteous. She plays holy and sees me as a demon, rather than her Damon.

I didn’t get why though, it’s easier for me to just live with the mess that I am and deal with the hate because of it. Much easier than wasting time and energy to try to hide it, or morph myself into someone that I’m not.

She didn’t agree with that way of thinking, neither did my parents or the elders of my pack. All of which were questioning my role as the next alpha.

I love my life.

I shake my head and make my way to class and try to look at the bright side. She was gone so I didn’t have to hear her voice, I didn’t have to deal with another lecture from Amelia.

Which would be more difficult than usual with all the nonsense I already dealt with for the day and it wasn’t even lunch yet.

I slip into my math class and get a salute from my teacher, he knew where I was and had thrown enough fits by now to know it was a waste of time to do so.

I take my usual seat besides Mehki who passes me my bag. I raise an eyebrow in question and he nods, I relax in my seat with the knowledge that everything was dealt with.

I rest my head on the desk and take a breath, I just needed to take a fucking breath.

———-

“Hey, Damon!” Simon calls as I walk down the front steps. I look around the crowded car park to find my usual group of friends sitting around their cars alongside some hovering extras.

I glance across at my own before heading their way and forcing a smile.

“We’re going to grab some food before we head to Megan’s house,” Simon says and I glance briefly at a waving Megan. “Want to come with?” He finishes with a raised brow.

“I already have plans,” I reply with a shrug. They groan their disappointment and I groan internally at this conversation. “Next time.”

“You always say that.” A girl who I think is called Belle, I’m not willing to bet on it though.

“Because I always have shit to do,” I reply and they laugh at this. I wave them off and take my leave, making my way to my car where my brothers and sister are already waiting for me.

I unlock it and everyone gets in without a complaint. I had three siblings to look after in this school and it was basically a full-time job. Peter sometimes got bullied because of his timid nature, Josey got herself in fights because of her mouth and Hagen took shit for his name, that or he stole someone’s food.

I usually didn’t have to worry too much about the twins, they could take care of themselves and each other when necessary. But Peter was an entirely different story, Peter was naturally a pushover and that combined with his omega genes made him the most fragile thing in the world.

Someone always had to look out for Peter. Right now, that someone was me.

“Can we stop at McDonald’s? I’m hungry.” Hagen asks as I pull out of the car park.

“You’re always hungry,” Josey replies before I can, twisting to face Hagen from her seat in the front. “Your mouth is a black hole and it smells like a cow’s ass.”

“I don’t remember speaking to you Josephine, can you kindly mind your fucking business?” Hagen replies before redirecting his attention to me. “McDonald’s?”

“Do you have McDonald’s money?” I ask and he slumps back into his seat with a loud groan.

“When did you turn into dad?” He groans and I physically cringe at the thought. I shake it off and start the car.

“I-I-I c-can lend you.” Peter offers and resurrects Hagen with those four words alone.

“I love you, Peter.” He cheers as he fights against his seatbelt to hug Peter. “Love you so much.”

“I’m not stopping,” I inform and Hagen deflates again.

“But I have McDonald’s money now.” He whines angrily and I send him a smile from the rearview mirror.

“I know, I just don’t care,” I reply and he sends me a death glare that makes my smile grow.

“Demon.” He spits and I brush it off to focus on the road.

I had to get home in time to go help train a bunch of useless warriors learn how to fight. Why me, a seventeen-year-old, was supposed to teach them was beyond me… but it was part of my ‘make-over’.

Revamping my tainted image in the pack as a borderline serial killer and psychopath, was my old man’s solution to convincing the pack and elders that I would make a good alpha.

This included playing nice with said elders, helping out with pack activities, visiting the hurt ones while they refused to die and playing around with the most annoying kids. It’s been almost a year since we started this bullshit and I couldn’t wait for it to end.

But yet something felt off. Something felt wrong and it unnerved me. Doubt settling in me and growing by the day, as if waiting for everything to come crashing down upon me.

I push it away. It was useless paranoia.

Just a month more until I would be alpha, Amelia would be my mate and all this bullshit could finally stop.

I can’t fucking wait.

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CHAPTER 1!!!!! OMG IT’S BEGUN

THOUGHTS???

I like Damon in a different way now. Like he’s more mature in his head than the shit he says out his mouth… does anyone else get that vibe?

Maybe it’s because he barely talked here.

Peter is not his mate so don’t even start guys.

Well, hope you enjoyed this, please comment and leave thoughts. Vote if you want to.

Until next time,
Byeeeeeee humansssssss