A/N: Hola guys! I've been obsessed with HoA and fanfics and everything inbetween for a while now and just decided to make an account a few days ago! Here is the fanfiction I've been planning and writing myself. It's about a girl, Alice, who shows up at the school and stays at the House of Anubis during the time when Mick is gone trying to earn his sports scholarship. She has a mysterious past that she's not willing to share with anybody, and she can't even remember part of it (she doesn't know who her real family was, how she got to the school...ect.). I sort of try to stick to the plotline of the show, which is why I might have to wait it out now and then in a while to see what the new episodes are all about. But at one point I'm gonna have to stray away from the original sort of story and go into my own (which is basically when they all-the original 8 kids, joy possibly, nd alice/OC-find out their supernaturals). I got big inspiration from one of my favorite book series, Darkest Powers, so sorry if they end up sorta sounding the same. And yes Jerome is the main 'love interest' in this story I guess but I will also try and include a lot of other 'couples' from the series (Jara, Fabina, Mick+Amber...ect). R&R please! I'm still in the writing process so I'd accept ideas and constructive criticism. I'd love to hear what you think. =)

Chapter 1

New Hell

I had no idea how I got here. It's like one minute I was back home with the gang, and the next I was pulling up to some fancy-ass British boarding school in a taxi.

I guess I just had a problem with storing memories. Like the fact that I couldn't remember anything from before the point of five years of age. Yes, I know, sounds like a cheesy 'Vampire Knight' rip off right now, but trust me, it's far from. No vamps, no day and night classes, and no supernaturals at all what-so-ever.

Well, for now, at least.

I suppose I've always been interested in the 'other worldly' type sort of thing. Of course, I never truly believed in it, but something deep inside me has always hoped that things like half-demons and sorcerers and necromancers were alive. But that wasn't true. Uh, duh, I wasn't stupid. Sheesh, I was starting to sound like an over-dramatic Robert Pattinson/Taylor Lautner fan-girl.

Not that there was anything wrong with Lautner…but seriously.

No, I was sort of what most people would call "goth", though; dark makeup, dark clothing, dark attitude. But I guess I was also more of a rebel and skater too. Although there was a brighter side to me, but after the incident, I locked it up and hid away the key.

The incident…

"Miss, we're here."

"Oh, um," I cleared my throat, nodding slightly, letting my thick, slightly greased over, partially wavy-other half curly dark black hair fall in front of my thin, pale face and large matching colored-eyes. "Thank you."

He nodded back in response as I got out of the cab, tugging my duffel bag covered with punk pins all over it with me.

"No way." I whispered as I stared up at the large house in front of me, feeling almost like I was trapped inside a Harry Potter movie. The theme song waved in to me through my horribly unwanted thoughts and real music blasting from my iTouch. Pulling my usual neutral expression back over my face, I adjusted the strap over my shoulder and headed inside of the old house marked 'Anubis'.

I lightly pushed the door open, muttering "What a weird name" quietly to myself before glancing around the opening-area space. This certainly was an odd house to match the label, too.

The floor was tiled different, stand-out, what I believed to be red and black colors. Slapped over it were a few carpets here and there, and vintage, thin, light olive green curtains hung over the windows at the very end of a long hall slightly to the left side, but still ahead of me. There was a staircase on the right wall leading upstairs and then two ways—what looked like an office with windows large and close enough to peer down at passing roommates and students, and the other to some other part of the house I hadn't seen yet (obviously, considering it was my first time here and I was just taking everything in).

Against the right wall were more long, narrow windows with no covering on it what-so-ever at the moment except for the same ugly-ass green curtains, which was soon starting to look a more puke color to me—but maybe that was just the guts and nerves in my stomach talking to me.

"This definitely is a weird house…" I mused as I finger the weird shaping of some kind of eye in the wooden railing of the staircase.

"Might not wanna do that, dearie." A voice called from across the hall, and I jumped and spun around, ready to attack anything that came closer. A small and plump woman rushed forward, wiping her hands on a napkin before sticking it back in her apron. "Victor, our professional caretaker, probably isn't going to like the new students snooping around the house. We already have Nina and Fabian."

She smiled at me in a motherly-fashion. She had blackish-brown eyes and similar hair pulled back in a ponytail. "I'm Trudy, the housekeeper. Come follow me and I'll show you around the house while introducing you to the other roommates who live here as well."

I tried to smile but couldn't, my past restraining me, and just nodded slightly before following her through the second door on the left. Although I didn't walk all the way through, instead halted at the door, observing the dining room table and the seven fellow teenagers surrounding it. They all paused and looked up at me in the middle of their conversation, and most of their eyes practically popped out of their head at the sight of my outfit.

I was wearing black skinnies with my classic zip-up Converse boots, the top of the laces undone on one of them. An off-the-shoulder black shirt with another black tank top underneath hung on the top of my body, the whole look accessorized with black bracelets, a black choker really meant to be worn around my wrist practically dug into my neck (the little diamond shaped things sticking out around the front of it, just like my belt). Onyx earrings dangled from my pierced earlobes and oscillated as I slowly looked back and forth across the room to see it connected to a living room and kitchen. AKA I was doing anything to avoid their piercing gazes.

"Hello, bad girl Mara is back." I blinked my heavily-gray-pounded-on-eye-shadowed lids and looked back over to the guy who had spoke. He had a mess of dirty-blonde hair swarming around his face and falling in front of his icy blue, electric eyes, outlined by his thin, pale face. His pink lips moved back and forth as he continued eating his food, careful—but not enough—to prevent the sauce resting on the spaghetti from landing on his grayish-light green jeans, puffed-up-collar, light blue shirt, and a slightly matching gray trench-coat-looking-jacket-thing partially covering it.

"Hello, Robert Pattinson wanna-be." I shot back, and everybody instantly burst out laughing as he gritted his teeth and turned his icy glare on me.

"Watch out, Jerome, Aram's out to get you." A short, dark-colored-skinned boy told the first guy (or, 'Jerome', I suppose his name was) who spoke from across the table.

"Aram?" Mostly everybody questioned at the same time.

"Y'know, it's Mara backwards. 'Aram'. Heheh."

Everybody sighed exasperatedly as his lame joke and rolled their eyes, turning back to their food.

"Really, guys, it was one phase and then—"

"Oh, um, guys, our new housemate is still standing right here." Trudy cut off a short girl with tan skin and even shorter dark brown, almost black, wavy hair.

Jerome practically choked on his food. "She's our new roommate?"

"For now, while Mick is gone, yes, she is."

"So what's your name?" Another boy with darkish-brownish hair and bangs swept across his forehead asked me, a smile playing over the lips above his sharp, pointed chin, highlighted his rosy red cheeks.

"Aram." I replied sarcastically.

"Really!" The other, African American, dark-skinned boy perked up, a grin lightening up his childish expressions.

"No." I rolled my eyes but couldn't help smiling a little back. "It's Alice."

"Okay. Great. Lice then it is." Jerome clipped the first letter off my name, earning chuckles and giggles from his housemates, and my mood instantly darkened again.

"Hi, I'm—"

"Somebody I couldn't care less about. Now I would like to be shown to my room please. The sooner I come in the sooner I can get out of this hell." I spit through a sharp, thick British accent, cutting off the American-accented, wavy blondish-brownish haired girl who tried to stand up and talk to me, before turning on my heels and marching down the hall.

"Lice certainly does have the attitude of Aram." Jerome muttered from the dining room, and everybody laughed again, causing me to growl slightly, angered as I searched for my new room and life and hell.

Looks like this was gonna be fun.