Moving is tough, especially when your parents got divorced and your brothers can tend to be rather annoying. No matter, you all moved to northern California with your mother.

Now. You were really into "weird" things: vampires, horror books and movies, bugs, rock music, etc. It wasn't uncommon for people to call you "weird" or "Satan spawn," but you were used to it.

One night at the amusement park, you were reading a book on a nearby bench while your brothers were doing who knows what. Suddenly, a group of motorcycles stopped right in front of you. The boys on the motorcycles didn't pay attention to you. They had some sort of Gothic style to them; one was even wearing sunglasses despite it being seven at night.