Intro
The details aren't important unless we think they're any of your business. Another rich family, with another deep dark secret. Yawn. Really, we're doing you the favor by sparing you yet another tired cliché. Things happen, and you don't mean them to or maybe you do. Either way, you can't take them back so you make due. I know we have.
Anyway, so it turns out, I slay vampires. It would have been nice to know that, like if someone could have been bothered to tell me that before I broke Brigitte Carlson's wrist simply by twisting it an attempt to get my BlackBerry back from her nosy little hands. I didn't even twist it that hard, and then…snap. Compound fracture, and suddenly everyone thinks I'm some kind of violent freak with rage problems and my parents stick me in therapy with some idiot that Freud himself would have had committed. I wasn't the problem. The problem was that no one bothered to tell me that I was supposed to be a superhero now or how to be one.
Lucky for me I met some drunk demon at Butter who knew the score and was willing to fill me in. Well, that was until these two cute guys named Sam and Dean busted up our party and killed the poor guy. He was nice too. I mean, I'm sure if he'd been sober he probably would have tried to kill me or something. But he was totally wasted and therefore harmless and he told me all about demons and vampires, hunters and slayers while he complained about how much he missed being human sometimes. He probably misses it even more now that he's back in Hell.
So now I'm in Los Angeles because my brother tracked down some school for people like me so we can learn how to use all this power we never asked for to actually hurt the people who hurt us put the hurt on some evil. Sign me up, give me a uniform, and charge me tuition, whatever. Just don't expect me to live in some dorm where my brother isn't. Besides, I don't really like girls anyway. Not unless they recognize who's queen.