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This is only the first chapter. If I get enough positive feed back I will post more chapters. This is my first time writing this kind of stuff so I don't know how it will turn out.

House of night-

He wrapped his arms around me. The dark night would come to an end way to soon and I'd have to find my way back to the House of Night and he would have to leave for school. I tear ran down my face dropping on to his arm silently.

"Zoey, are you OK?" Heath said pulling back so he could see my face.

"Ya. Totally. I'm fine," I lied.

"Did I hurt you?" Fear swept across his face.

"No. You didn't hurt me,"

"Then what is it?"

"Nothing," He looked at me with those big, worried, dark eyes.

"Zoey," I sighed and gave in.

"Dawn will come to fast. I want to stay with you Heath. I don't want to go back to the House of Night," He cringed at the name of my former school and home. I have been there for at least three months now. Three months since I had been marked with Nix's mark. Three months filled with hot vampire teachers and boys, deaths, the change, and my surprising bloodlust for Heath.

"You shouldn't let that bother you Zoe. We always have tomorrow," He smiled encouragingly.

"There might not be a tomorrow for me," I mumbled. His grin was instantly wiped off his face as I reminded him that my body might reject the change and I'll die before tomorrow comes. It happens so fast that no one would be able to stop it. I knew this because my best friend Stevie Rey Jonson had died not too long ago for the same reason. "I'm sorry Heath. It's just..."

"No. You're right Zoe. I wish you weren't but you are. So let's just enjoy the time we have tonight," He said kissing my forehead.

"OK," I plastered a fake smile on my face and kissed him. He let me go and reached for something on the floor on the other side of the bed.

"I have a surprise for you," He said pulling a very familiar box out. Oh my gaud. It was the same box he kept a knife in that he used to cut open his neck in my car a couple months ago.

"Heath. I don't think that's a good idea." I said eyeing the box like it would bite me.

"Zoe. We've been over this. I want you to. Just relax," He took the knife and put it to his neck. Just over the now fading scar on his neck from the last time. He ran it carefully and skillfully along the scar, making a lite trickle of blood run down his neck. "Come on Zoe. You know you want to. Drink my blood, it's ok." Before I knew what he was doing, he grabbed me and pulled me closer.

"Heath. No," My voice trembled with desire. He touched his fingers to the cut and rubbed the coper tinted blood on his lips and kissed me. I was trembling.

"Zoe. Relax," He took my hand and placed it above his quickly beating heart. And put my head in the crock of his neck. A drop of his blood landed on my lip. "Don't be afraid," He whispered. I licked the cut and the blood started flowing faster. I began to suck on his neck. He pulled me closer. He fell back on his bed so I was on top of him. He moaned, and put his hand on my butt and I sucked harder. I heard him moan again and cry "God Zoe. Yes. Yes," He pulled up my top and touched the thin cotton fabric that barley covered my breasts. I had no control over my actions. My hand slid down his chest, past his waist band to rub the bump in the front of his pants. He started to move his hips as I rubbed him. He sat back up and pulled me away briefly to pull my shirt of all the way.

"Heath..."

"Just relax," He said pulling me close again. He rubbed his hands all over my body. And started to take my pants off.

"Let me help you," I whispered and went back to sucking his neck. What the hell was I doing?! All of a sudden he took his hands off my body and started to take off his pants. Still drinking his blood I started to help him. His pants off, he rolled over making him on top. I stopped drinking his blood and kissed his cheek. He got up and dragged me into his lap. He whispered in my ear.

"Tell me when to stop," His voice was low. All husky and sexy and dazed from the loss of blood. I just nodded. He reached behind my back and slipped off my bra. I felt him smile as he ran his hands down my waist and started slipping my underwear off.

"What?" I asked breathlessly.

"Nothing. It's just we've never gone this far," He kissed me again. And continued his quest of undressing me. When he was done he slipped his boxers off and whispered again. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes," Was all I said. I began to suck his neck again and he started to move me on to his lap and move his hips. I felt what he was doing, and I loved it. I gave a moan of pleasure. Why hadn't we done this earlier?

Now that I think about it, if I hadn't sucked his blood, none of that would have happened.

I woke up in his arms intertwined in the blankets. He was playing with strands of my hair. "Morning Zoe," He stroked my hair and smiled at me. I looked into his eyes and smiled back. I kissed him and when I pulled back I noticed something was wrong.

"Did you sleep?" I searched his face for any sine of pain.

"No. But I'm fine," He was still playing with my hair.

"You should get to sleep. You look drained," The memory of what we did hit me like a freight train. Drained. I had drained most of his blood. I felt like a monster. I moved back.

"What's wrong?" He said moving closer.

"Heath. Don't. Don't come any closer." I said putting a hand up telling him to keep away.

"Zoe. Are you OK?" I was going to hurl. And most of what was going to come up was Heaths blood. The thought of it made me sick. "Zoe?" He reached out for my face.

"Heath. No. I'm a monster. Don't."

"What are you talking about? You're not a monster." Heath said kindly.

"Yes. I am Heath. Look at what I did to you," I wanted to cry. Tears were threatening to spill over and run down my cheeks.

"Zoe. I don't care. Last night was the best thing that's ever happened to me. To us," I was definitely going to puke, and he was going to finally see the damage I had caused him when he got up to follow me and fall on his face.

"You don't get it do you Heath? I drained most of your blood!" I knew I was screaming but I didn't care. I got up and ran to the bathroom. I leaned over the toilet and puked my guts, and Heath's blood, out.

"Zoe. It's OK," He said patting my back and holding my hair from my face. How the hell did he not fall on his face? "It's OK. I'm OK. Everything's OK. Everything will be fine," When I was done he pulled me close to him and rubbed my back as I cried. In the other room I heard my phone go off. I got up to get it and he helped me to my feet. Still crying on Heath's still naked chest, I picked up the phone and almost sobbed into the phone.

"Hel. Hello?" I stammered into the phone as Heath pulled me into his lap on the bed.

"The hell are you? You missed first, second and third period and Neferet is pissed off her ass," Shaunee's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Crap. I'm on my way," I said getting up and gathering my stuff.

"Have you been crying?" Shaunee asked.

"Ya. We'll talk about it later though," I started getting dressed and Heath started helping me get my shirt on.

"We better," I could tell she was just itching for a new piece of gossip.

"Got to go. Be there soon."

"Kay. Bye." She said hesitantly.

"Bye," I hung up the phone and shoved it back in my purse. "I have to get back to school," I started toward the door.

"You want me to drive you?"

"No. I know how much you hate it there. And plus I have my car. I'll be fine," He took me in his arms and kissed the top of my head.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too." I kissed his cheek and ran out the door forgetting my bra on his bedroom floor. I'd just have to deal; there was no time to go back. I'd probably run into his strong embrace and never leave. When I got to school I parked my blue bug in the parking lot and headed toward the school. I got in just in time to head straight for drama. When I got in, my exboyfriend Erick; who is also our temporary drama teacher since he completed the change, gave me a look and went on getting ready for class. A few minutes later Erick was calling on volunteers for a sketch me and him had been working on in class. I looked at him in utter disbelief.

"Since Zoey doesn't seem up to it I would like a volunteer to take her place for the day," he was saying.

"I feel up to it. I'm fine. You don't need to have a volunteer. I'm fine," I insisted.

"Zoey, would you like to go find a mirror and see for yourself?" He asked writing a hall pass.

"Sure," I was too tired to argue. I grabbed the slip of paper from his hand and walked down the hall. As I walked I read what he wrote on the paper. Z. What happened last night with Heath? You look really terrible. Talk to me after class. –Erick. After I read that I practically ran to the girl's room to look at myself in the full-length mirror. When I got there I looked at myself in disbelief. I had bags under my eyes, my shirt was on backwards, my hair was a mess, and my clothes were wrinkled to the point of insanity. "Oh. My. Gaud." I wanted to cry.

There was only 3 minutes of class left by the time I came back. I had gone to the girl's dorm and fixed myself before I dared go back. It was only the right thing to do. I sat down in my seat and tried to pay attention to Erick's monolog. At the end of class I walked up to Erick's desk. "What happened while you were at Heath's?"

"Nothing you need to be concerned about," I said flatly.

"Zoey..."

"I don't want to talk about it with you," I turned and walked out the door. Erick being Mr. Stubborn followed me insisting I tell him what happened. "Erick! Drop it! I'm done! What's done is done and I don't want to talk about it! Can't you just let it go? God Erick! For once in your life try to just let. It. Go!" I screamed.

"That bad hugh?" He observed.

"Ughhh!" I was about to hit him.

"Erick just leave her alone! It's our job to bug her." Erin's voice came from ahead.