My first (official) Fan fiction!

Be nice? Maybe?

I got huge writers block for the other FF I'm working on (Killer Kids and Confessions of a Teen Mutant, Maximum Ride FFs) and so Marked was born!

Summery: Kayla's Marked instead of Zoey! What happens? One-Shot. Told in Kayla's POV

DISCLAIMER: I DON"T OWN HOUSE OF NIGHT. I'M NOT SMART ENOUGH TO SOME UP WITH IT.

Enjoy?

I was always Zoey's sidekick. The Robin to her Batman, the Patrick to her Spongebob.

Don't get me wrong, I never resented Zoey for being more popular then me. I loved Zoey, she was the best friend a teen girl could have. To be honest, popularity and all that shit never really meant anything to me as long as I had my friends by my side.

But the day I got Marked was probably one of the best days of my life.

Again, don't get me wrong. I loved Zoey Montgomery with all my heart. She had been there with me for everything and I was with her for everything from her drunk of a boyfriend to her way too religious parents to the somewhat shitty school.

But somewhere deep inside knew that one day, I was going to be Marked. To be honest, I really wanted it to happen. I was fine with being in Zoey's shadow all the time, but being Marked was a chance for me to be who I truly wanted to be - - a freak.

But the day that it did, it scared the living shit out of me.

See here's the thing about being Marked, you never know when it's gonna happen, where it's gonna happen or what you're doing when it's gonna happen. So the vampyres have the element of surprise and that's not an element you want on the other team's side.

So anyways, about the day I was Marked.

It was after school and me and Zoey were walking her her locker. We were talking about some random thing, most likely the killer geometry test the next day. Even the perfect Zoey had her flaw, she sucked at all things involving.

We're walking around the school after the final bell, not knowing what else to do. Zoey hated home, and I just liked hanging with her. We were walking to her locker and that's when I saw him, the Tracker.

I pretended not to see him, hoping to dear God that he was coming for me and not for her. She didn't see him until it was too late to drag the two of us away.

We walked up to him and Zoey just looked at him, and back to me, and back to him with a confused look on her face. He looked back and forth between us, trying to pick one of us.

Dear God, please let him chose me. Please God. I said a prayer to whoever was listening out there, hoping they would hear and maybe listen to me.

My heart sped up and I held my breath.

And that's when he reached out...

and touched my forehead.

I fell to the ground dramatically, no of course not on purpose.

It didn't hurt, but just the pure shock is what made me fall.

I was finally Marked.

I was finally chosen over Zoey Montgomery.

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