Me: Hi everyone, I'm Caiti!

Zoey: And everyone knows me!

Me: I don't own House of Night, and if I did, I'd be writing more books!

Zoey: No you wouldn't. You write nothing like P.C. and Kristin Cast!

Me: I know! Enjoy my story!

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I am Elizabeth Craven, and I am not normal. Everything was a normal, run-of-the mill-day. But then the Tracker came. I was talking to my boyfriend outside of the school, he was a quarter-back for our team. My friend had just transferred to the Tulsa House of Night. Her name is Zoey Montgomery, a.k.a Zoey Redbird. Heath never seems to stop talking about her. Well, anyway, back to the present. The Tracker was in our schoolyard.

The Tracker walked slowly over to us. I began to panic. He came toward us and said some words in a British accent, he sounded intelligent. And then I blacked out.

I awoke in a place I didn't recognize. There was a woman in dark colored clothing talking to someone that looked to be a nurse. My forehead was screaming with pain. I accidentally cried out in pain. The woman in the dark clothing walked over. "Hello, I'm

Professor Lenobia, but you can just call me Lenobia, after the vampyre queen. Welcome to the House of Night."

I finally came to my senses of what was happening. I was actually at the Tulsa House of Night. The woman called Lenobia was standing over me, and she was talking to someone named Neferet. Neferet left the room and Lenobia resumed talking to me.

"Hello, Deborah Williams. Welcome. I am your mentor for your attendance at the House of Night. Your roommate is waiting, so I'll get to the questions quickly. Is there a name you would like to choose for yourself? You have your given name, but you may have a new start," explained Lenobia.

"Well, my grandfather's last name is Craven, and I've always favored him. And my mother's name is Elizabeth, so I would like my new name to be Elizabeth Craven," I replied.

"Alright, I think that's acceptable. Okay, you were a freshman when you were marked, correct?"

"Uh, yeah actually, doesn't that make me one here?"

"Not exactly, you are a third former, which is the equivalent to being a freshman in any other high school. Understand?"

"I think so." I really had no clue why I was marked or anything about vampyres, but I could manage. I wonder what kinds of people are here, how they dress; maybe they're those Goth kids, or those weirdo emos. Oh well, I'll have to wait and see.

"Excuse me? Follow me, we'll go meet your roommate."