A/N-- Tenebra in Mortis=Immortal Night in Latin. It does not mean Tiny Bra in Morty's (Drawer, I'm assuming)
Layla, my best friend, was tugging wildly at my arm as she tried to get me to look at the current object of her affections. But, I was having a wild fit of coughing. My chest felt like it was going to implode. I'd been like this for a week and, as it seemed, nothing was going to help me.
"Genevieve! Hurry up! God, it sounds like you're going to cough up a fucking alien!" Layla screeched at me. Suddenly, she released my arm. "Great, Kyle got away. Hope you're happy." Her tone was infinitely resentful.
"Oh, I'm very-cough-happy," I forced a weak smile upon my face. Layla just frowned smugly. However, before she get a witty comeback out, a look of sheer terror spread across her dark face. "What?" I asked between coughing fits. I noticed she was looking past my shoulder, at a car behind me, perhaps. Layla said nothing, but her actions spoke enough for millions. She pointed, then ran off, as if for her very life. Finally, it all clicked in my mind. Not just anything would make her act like that. Breathing deeply as I went, I turned my body to face the other way.
There it stood, a tracker. His face was emotionless, almost bored. "Genevieve Night, Nyx has chosen thee. Report to the House of Night immediately," He spoke. The last thing I saw before blacking out was hundreds of screaming people running from something, from me.
I awoke with an excruciatingly strong pain on my forehead. Dazed and confused, I began looking for my car. Mom and Dad would know what to do! They'd already been through this with Erik a few years ago, so they could help me as well! I finally got to my little red Mustang, jumped in and headed south, to my mom's office. As I sped down the narrow streets, I wondered about Erik and the House of Night. What happened there was a closely guarded secret, only information of the utmost importance leaked down into normal society. Last I heard, a High Priestess had been executed for some reason. Rumours flew, but none were ever confirmed. Maybe my brother was still there and could get me up to date.
After half an hour of winding my way through Tulsa, I arrived at my mother's nondescript office building. Before entering though, I dabbed some liquid foundation over my dark blue mark. It still stung, but not nearly as much. I got out of the car, taking a deep breath as I went. The automatic doors opened, as if by magic. As a little girl I had always been mesmerized by them and their psychic ability of knowing exactly when to open.
The secretary put on her overused fake smile, which I returned. Janice never liked me, always to loud or too obnoxious for her tastes. Not that it bothered me any. "Hello, ma'am. Can you page Ellen Night and tell her I'm coming?" I asked, still smiling.
"Of course!" She picked up the phone and began dialing. "Hello, Mrs. Night! Genevieve is here, is that alright?" Janice paused for a moment. "Okay, I'll send her up!" She nodded towards the door before clicking the phone off. I walked briskly, just wanting to get upstairs. My throat was killing me and I needed to go to the House of Night. Death would sure follow if I didn't.
I walked up three flights of stairs before I reached the hallway outside my mom's office. I began shaking my arms and legs, getting out all my nervousness. I opened the door, calling out "Momma? I need to, uh, show you something," My attempt to sound cool and collected went awry and my voice cracked, though mostly due to coughing.
My mother lifted her head up. She saw me bent over coughing my lungs out. A look of knowledge crossed her face, she knew. "Gen! Ohmigosh, you're not...Oh, must Nyx take both my children?" Mom looked close to crying. "Come on, sweetheart, I'll drive you down," She took my arm and pulled me down stairs. I tried to wipe off my foundation so she could see my mark, but she stopped me. "Do you really want Janice to see that?" Just then did I remember that Janice was big supporter of the People of Faith and their convictions against vampyres. Aw, crap.
A/N Okay, this IS my first story on this account. Love it? Like it? Delete it? Review, ma cheries! Oh, and sorry if the Tracker's words aren't right. My copy of Marked (And the rest of the series, for that matter) is back to its owner. Haha, I never bought it. FYI, I'll try to make my chapters longer than this.
--Laynie--