This story was intended for H.O.N fans who have read the book/series. However, because it doesn't follow the book entirely or in the original order anyone who's interested can feel free to take a look. The first couple of chapters are a bit rough, but stick around. I'm sure you'll end up adoring it! The rest of my AN is located at the end of this chapter. Enjoy the story :D

Zoey

Flashback: "Why are you always such a bitch?" I yelled, as I confronted Samantha Corrio, the school prep. "What's your problem, freak?" she yelled back, as she pushed me. "You," I simply stated before punching her square in the face, knocking her out cold. I immediately ran from the gym, for fear of a teacher catching me. After fleeing the school, I raced down the block, and to my not surprisingly empty house. My family always acted as if I didn't exist. But what did surprise me, was the note left on the counter. They had all left. They got up and moved to California. They left me the house, and just moved. 'Dang, this means I'll have to get a job,' was my first thought. I didn't care about the fact that I was alone in this world, just that I had to get a job. Well, this should be interesting. Then realization struck me. 'I'm gonna die,' was my only thought. And it was true. How could I hold down a job? And get an education? No way. With a sigh, I slugged up the stairs, and to my room. With blood red walls, a black trim, and all black furniture, I felt at home and the most comfortable in my room. Although I was even more comfortable when I was sitting in the park, at midnight, complete darkness surrounding. After they left, I had become an insomniac anyway, so why not spend my nights out in the park on the swings? Sounds like fun to me. I've always loved the swings, too. Always were drawn to them. But then, something changed. I don't really know why, but my view on the world totally shifted, and I just didn't want to be here anymore. I found myself slitting my wrists, and enjoying watching the blood trickle down my arms, thinking that I was just that much closer to death. My life had changed. But for better or for worse, I had yet to find out. End Flashback.

I became the school Goth, wearing nothing but black and red, slitting my wrists, writing screamo lyrics, I lost my friends and was a social outcast. I was always alone. I didn't have a single friend. Everyone stayed clear of the Goth, for fear she could dice them up if they got too close.

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Once I got into home room, I took my usual window seat in the back, left hand corner of the room. Blasting my iPod, I doodle on paper out of sheer boredom. Every day it's the same. And every day he smiles at me. I'm almost positive that he's older than me, yet we almost have the same schedule. But who am I to question his presence.? It's not like anyone would listen to me anyway.

As I'm trying to zone out, next thing I know there's a shadow hanging over me. I take off my headphones, look up, and find Blondie towering over from above. "Don't mind if I sit here do ya?"

Of course he ends that question with his signature smile, but then again it seems as if I've been the only one who's seen it. He's different from the other guys here. I don't know exactly how or what makes him so different but he just is. Again, I'm probably just going crazy anyway.

He stops my inner babble by taking a sit next to me. "I just figured the seat's available since you seem to have a sense of good spots. No one's bothering you back here." If only he knew the real reason why I'm alone.

I meekly nod. All I can do is blush. I feel so stupid like I should say something to cover up the silence, but I don't know what to say. Besides staring at him from time to time, I've never actually had the guts to talk to him.

Just as I was about say something, I notice that his eyes are focused on the desk. Well more specifically, at the notebook on the desk. He was looking down at my note-book. It wasn't just any note-book either. Although it looked very ordinary, for me, it was the opposite. I basically would pour my heart out in that thing day in and day out. It was my outlet, my savior.

Quickly closing it, I stuffed it in my bag.

"Sorry," I heard him whisper as he leaned back in his seat.

Sparing a glance at him before turning to face the window, I could feel my face heat up. Instantly, I know that it was turning beet red. While looking out the window, I try to calm down, but I just couldn't ignore the fluttering in my stomach or the huge fact that he was sitting right next to me. I turn my head towards the front of the room and take a quick glance in his direction. He was just staring at me and it was driving me crazy. I had to know what he's thinking.

However, instead of talking and saying something I might regret, I stretch my arms up to give myself something to do.

"What happened?" I hear him ask. Confused, I turn my head to find him staring at my arms. It was then that I realized my actions were much worse than my words could have been. The scars that stretched up and down my arms, and the bandages which were unsuccessfully hidden with elbow-length, zebra striped gloves were clearly visible.

Immediately, I put my arms back down and place my hands in my lap, so he couldn't continue to look at what I did to myself. He then reached for my right hand. Fear coursed through me. Lightly pushing the rest of glove away, he grazed over the scars with his fingertips. His touch sends tingles all over me body, and I fight the urge to shiver at it. He has his hand loosely grasping my wrist, but I yank it away - which wasn't the brightest idea. It made me yelp in pain. My new wounds start to re-open.

"Sorry!" he said, as he drops my wrist. My hand instantly replaces his.

"Don't be, I did this to myself." I quickly grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder.

Leaving the room, I left him staring after me.

"Wait!" I heard him shout.

But no, I had to get back home, I had to re-bandage my wrists.

Luckily, the exit door was right up ahead, and I just when I thought I was scott-free, someone grabs my wrist once again. Wincing, I turned to see Blondie.

"What?" I asked just as cold as the howling, chilled December wind.

"I just want to know if you're okay," he whispers, looking straight at me. In the split moment that I had his attention, his brown eyes never left mine.

It took all my strength not to melt into his arms right then and there. However, along with the pain, needing to get home brought me back from day dreaming. "I will be, if you let me go," I finally reply. My wrist slips from his grasp, and I jerk my hand back, clutching it tightly to stop the blood from seeping through my gloves.

I started to turn, but his voice stops me. "Where are you going?" He whispered quietly. So quietly, you almost couldn't hear him at first.

"Home," I reply plainly, continuing to walk down the hall.

His voice stops me again. "Wait," he says slowly.

"What?" I hesitantly say, with my back still turned to him. I can't face him. If stayed any longer, who knows what I would end up telling him.

"Are you sure you're okay? You want me to walk you home?" He asks. At first, I'm surprised by how shy his tone sounds. For a moment, I even consider saying yes, but the constant pain in my arm reminds me that I'm not who I once was. I'm a freak now and that's all I'll ever be.

"No, I'm fine." I replied, using what was left of my self-control. Turing away, I needed out of this place. I needed to do it now.

Ignoring his pleas for me to stay, I continued running away from the school. Not bothering to look back, I slow to a jog, then to a walk once I was far enough from the school.

Stark

"Zoey Please, wait!" I yelled after her, as she stormed out from the school building. Giving up on getting her to turn around, I decided to follow. It was my fault that she was out here alone. I waited a few seconds and then silently slipped from the building. Masking myself in the shadows, I follow her. It was times like these that for once, I was glad I was a fledgling and had some training from vamp school.

I jogged a couple of yards behind her as she ran. I slow down to a walk, as did she, when we were a couple blocks from the school. I'm filled with dread once I spot him, leaning against the brick wall of the baseball stadium, with tattoos framing his face. He's the Tracker. And Zoey unknowingly was headed right toward him.

Zoey

I must have not been paying close attention because now there's another guy blocking my way. But I then realize I'm horribly wrong. He's no ordinary guy; It's a vampyre that's standing in front of me.

I'm stunned, frozen in shock and fear. I've heard of kids being marked. Heck, it had happened at school dozens of times. I just never thought it would happen to me.

"Zoey Montgomery! Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; hearken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night!" He announced, as he pointed a long, pale finger at my head. My forehead exploded in pain as I collapse towards the ground, and the color in the world around me drained, then faded to black.

This was originally someone else's story but she didn't want to write it anymore so now it's my little creation. Well actually it's our little creation up until like chapter 6 or 7. For those of you rereading it, thank you and newcomers I hope you like the story. I like to think that my writing gets better as the story continues. Well tell me what you think and hopefully you liked it.