Hello! This fanfic mostly takes place in Aphrodite's and Stevie Rae's pov. I haven't made a fanfic in a few years and I had just recently read the House of Night series and thought I could make a great story from it. I'm very sorry because it can get a little dialogue-y at times. But nonetheless...

Please enjoy and don't forget to review as I would very much appreciate it! :D

Disclaimer: This is a House of Night Fanfic that is based on the characters created by P.C. and Kristin Cast. I do not own these characters. I do, however, own the storyline/plot.

Chapter One

Aphrodite

"Are you even listenin' to me?" Stevie Rae's country twang interrupted my very deep thoughts about my new shoes.

"No. I tend not to listen to your Okie rambling."

Her blonde curls bounced as she sat on the bed. "Aphrodite, this is important."

I snorted, pushing my platinum blonde hair back and looking at my nails. I seriously needed a manicure.

"Really. I don't know what to do with Z."

I continued to look at my nails. Seriously, they were ragedy and dull looking. Plus the polish was chipping. Goddess, they were so ugly.

"I need a manicure."

"Aphrodite! As much as I hate to say this, you're one of her bestfriends too! You gotta help just as much as I do."

I finally looked back at her. She was wearing that stupid cowboy hat I hated so much and red tank top that matched her bright red Mark. Her jean skirt had been bedazzled with purple and pink flowers just like her cowboy boots. She was such an Okie!

"Listen Bumpkin," She frowned. "Z's gonna be with Stark. They're gonna fuck. Hard. That'll be a good enough birthday present for her. So stop worrying."

Stevie Rae stared at me for a moment and blinked. She took a breath as if she was going to say something and retracted. She did this several times before she actually spoke. "You're so nasty."

"No. I'm realistic. Ever heard of it?"

At that moment, as if it was choreographed, Zoey walked in the room.

"Aphrodite, can you help me with something?" Zoey's cheeks turned red. She looked embarassed. Oh man! This was going to be good.

"What do you want?"

"I kinda need to talk to you alone." Stevie Rae looked at both of us.

"Bye Bumpkin!" I snarled at her. She finally took the hint and left. We waited a couple of seconds after the door closed before speaking again.

Zoey sat down and sighed. He hair was frizzy and she looked like she hadn't showered in days. Her clothes were wrinkled too. She looked better when the fate of the world was in her hands. Whatever she wanted was seriously stressing her out.

"You look...dead."

"Can I ask you something personal?" She ignored my comment like she always does.

"What?"

"Have you and Darius had sex?" Zoey's eyes averted to the floor. Her cheeks turned red again. She was so uncomfortable. I almost laughed at her.

"Of course." I lied. We hadn't had sex at all. At first it freaked me out because it made me realize we were taking things slow and I don't do that. I mean, I'm Aphrodite. But Darius and I didn't need to have sex to form a special bond between us. He was just a great person and that is way better than sex.

Of course I wasn't telling her that. I wasn't telling anybody that.

Zoey continued staring at the ground while she fiddled with her hands "Um...I wanted to know how I could...uh...how I could-"

"Zoey I have a life to get to so hurry it up." I demanded. Jeeze what is with her?

"Alright. I wanted to know how I could-"

"Aphrodite?" Darius, my super hot warrior, walked in. "Oh. I am sorry High Priestess. I did not know you were in here. Did I interrupt?" As much as I love seeing his face, this wasn't the right time. I frowned at him.

"No, not at all. I was just leaving." And with that, Zoey left.

Darius looked at me. "I interrupted." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah. It's fine though. Wasn't that important. She just wanted some sex advice."

His brows went up and he cleared his throat.

"Speaking of sex, we seem to be lacking it. Why is that?" I finally stood up and slowly walked toward him, trying to be as sexy as I could.

"Well, I-I..." He stammered. I lifted myself on my tiptoes and nipped at his earlobe. It was his favorite spot and I knew it made him crazy. He let out a soft groan as he slipped his arm around my waist and picked me up. (My man is strong!) Darius gently placed me back on my bed and grabbed my hand. He lifted it to his face, touched it softly with his lips and smiled.

"Not yet my Prophetess."

PLEASE review! Thank you! Chapter 2 up now!