Hey guys, I'm goona start by saying that i own NOTHING OF THE HOUSE OF NIGHT. Only the Characters that i've created such as dawn, drew and other random people.

Chapter 1ΒΈ

Dawn POV

There I was, walking down the hallway towards my second period classroom, when Drew, my best friend since the second grade was walking towards me, his happiest expression showcased across his face.

"Hey Drew, what's up?" I asked him, wondering why he was so happy.

"What would you say if I told you that the Morgan twins totally got in trouble, and now we were in charge of the dance comity for this next Friday's spring fling?" he said happily.

"What the hell is good about that? You know that I don't have the time for anything like that." I asked him giving him a WTF look.

"Ayla is in the comity, and she thinks that it was really nice of me to step up to the plate." He answered.

"In your dreams Drew, she's with Brandon. And besides, she is way out of your league." I told him. Ayla is what the guys call, the hottest person in school, she totally owns the place and lives to make herself feel better than anyone else.

"Not true, you're just saying that because you don't like her. Why don't you like her anyways, Dawn?" Drew asked me.

"Because her and the Morgan twins are some downright mean people. They are all close together and live to hurt other people. How can you not see that?" I asked him.

"She hot, what can I say?" he said, being his totally guy stereotype self. Drew always let other girl's beauty blind him. Let's just say that we are not the most popular people in the school, but we aren't even close to having the same social status as the chest club.

If you were wondering, Dawn is short for Danishia. My parents had the great idea of calling me something that sounds like you're saying Danish. I'm short compared to most of the people in the 10th grade. I have to be, or else my dream is ruined. I'm 16 and I am an elite gymnast, hopefully on my way to the Olympics. Drew is also a gymnast. I love my career.

I have long wavy blondish-brown hair, and blue eyes. I have barely any boobs, which makes me so mad. Drew is taller than me, and he is also 16, but his birthday is in 2 weeks. He has dark brown hair, a very muscular build, and he has hazel eyes. We lived in Boulder, Colorado.

The bell rang indicating then we had to make our way to our next class.

"I'll see you after school." Drew said then walked to his next class. I walked in to my Math class, and sat through the lesson, with a gigantic headache.

The rest of my classes passed by quite quickly but as the day continued to progress, I couldn't help but notice that I was starting to feel worse and worse. I met up with Drew in the parking lot beside his car.

"Ready to go to the gym?" he asked, clearly oblivious to the fact I felt like crap.

"I have to go get my leo." I said

"We'll stop by your house on the way, like we always do." He said with a smile.

"And like I always say, thanks" I said, forcing a smile onto my face. We got into his truck and started driving to my house.

"Mind if I grab a snack while you change?" he asked

"Sure." I said.

"I don't mean to offend you, but you don't look too good. Are you sure you're up to practice today?" He asked.

"I'll be fine." I said.

"Are you sure?" he asked sounding concerned.

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm not feeling the greatest, but I will make it through practice." I said.

"You know that it's important for you to stay healthy. Maybe you should take the day off, and take time to get better." He said.

"I can't miss practice. Michal is raking the girls for nationals next week. This time is critical and you know it." I said stubbornly.

"I just don't want to see you get yourself hurt." He looked me in the eyes while saying that. I hadn't realized that we had pulled up at the gates. I got out and punched in the password letting me into yard. We drove right up to the doors, parking, then he came to open my door for me.

"Thanks" I mumbled. My head was seriously pounding. I rubbed my temples with my fingers as I walked through my front door.

"Aren't you going to go get something to eat?" I asked.

"That can wait" he said. "You really should stay home today." He took his hand and touched my forehead. "You're starting a fever. You should stay here and relax. Michal would understand."

"Damn it! I can't stay here and relax. Nationals are in two months." I said to him.

"I know they are in two months, and this is big for you because it would be your first time competing as a senior, but you have to take it easy!" he said, just as stubbornly.

"No. I'm not staying here" I said then walked up to my room to go get my stuff for practice. I went into my bathroom and took two Advil's, and hoped that they would work sooner than later. After I packed my gym-bag, I went downstairs and sat at the island while Drew ate some of the fruit salad that Mathilda, our maid had prepared for me. I also saw the note that said my mom was gone on what I preferred to call her business trip, and wouldn't be back until the end of the week.

"You want some?" he asked pointing towards the big bowl filled with a variation of different fruit.

"I'm not really hungry." I said.

"You have to eat. You won't get the chance until later, around 9 o'clock." He said.

"I said I'm not hungry." I said then I went to the sink and had a glass of water.

"You seriously should stay here." He tried again.

"No!" I practically shouted at him, since he was really starting to make me mad.

He suddenly looked extremely serious. "Dawn, can you please stay here? For me?" he asked.

I snorted and said "Why should I do anything for you?" I asked.

"Because, who has been your best friend since the second grade?"

"Me" I said.

"Who was there for me when I got that nasty stomach flu last year, and the year before that?"

"Me." I said again.

"And who knows me better than anyone else in the whole world, and would do anything to help me."

"Me." I said again.

"Then can you please help me by staying here for today and not have me worrying about you." He said serenely.

"But I can take care of myself. And if I stay here, what would I do." I said to him, curious to see his answer.

"Well, I could stay with you and we could watch re-runs of that horrible show that you love, what's it called again?" he said teasingly

"It's called Vampire Diaries, and it's most definitely not horrible!" I said defensively.

"Prove it." He said,

"You know we don't have the time! Practice starts in 30 minutes, and an episode is 1 hour." I said.

"I won't bring you." He said.

"I'll get my personal driver to bring me." I told him.

"I already called Michal and it fine with him if you're out sick. He said to rest." He said guiltily.

"You did what!" I yelled at him.

"I called Michal. Go watch TV, or whatever girls do when they are sick. I'm not leaving until you are properly taken care of." He said.

"But you need to practice too. We both have to make it to Nationals together. That's been the plan for years!" I told him.

"I also told Michal that I would be taking care of you, so you're stuck with me for the rest of the day." He said with a big goofy smile.

"You dork." I said then gave him a little shove.

"Ouch. For someone who is still sick, you still pack quite a punch." He said rubbing the spot where I had hit him.

"Sorry." I said then looked down.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

"We could go run the treadmill." He gave me a look that said not even in your dreams. I frowned and look at him and asked. "Well, what do you want to do?"

"We could go in your massive living room and watch that dumb show re-runs?" he said. I knew he was talking about the Vampire Diaries.

"But you hate that show." I said.

"But you're sick, and you need to rest," he came closer "I really care about you and you need to get better, or else we won't make it to Nationals together, side by side. You've always been there for me, and you've watched endless hours of family guy with me when I was sick, so it's also my time to return the favour."

"Thanks" I said as he pulled me into a gigantic bear hug.

"You want some extra butter popcorn?" he asked already heading to the kitchen.

"Yeah." I said not very loud, but he knew me well enough to know that I always want extra butter popcorn, but because of the sport, I can't have some very often.

We ended up watching The Vampire Diaries up until 6:00, when he started complaining about getting hungry. I walked into the kitchen, up to the fridge and opened the doors only to see that Mathilda hadn't done the groceries yet.

"How do you feel about ordering a good old fashion vegetarian pizza?" I asked. He laughed at my commitment to eat as healthy as possible, which meant I was a vegetarian.

"Or, we could order a meat lovers!" he said sarcastically.

"I'll call the delivery service." I told him.

I went and grabbed my cell phone off the counter. My head was still really hurting, and I recently started coughing a lot.

"Hello, this is the fourth street Domino's, what can we do for you?" asked a guy sounding bored out of his mind.

"I'd like to order a large vegetarian pizza, easy on the cheese."

"Pick up or delivery?" he asked.

"Delivery please." I said politely.

"Address?"

"52, Morrisan Street, East side." I said then started coughing.

"ah, a rich kid. Who are we sending this out to?" he said rudely. I waited a moment to stop coughing and said.

"Um, Dawn, you know, you could sound a little more enthusiastic." I told him directly.

"Okay! That will be 17,86$, and should be there around 6:45!" he said over happily. I laughed then said.

"That was better than Mr. depressive-i-hate-my-job-get-me-out-of-here." I said.

"Whatever" He said then hung up.

I turned towards Drew and said "The pizza will be here in about 45 minutes." I suddenly realized that I wasn't very hungry. I hate being sick.

"You okay, you've been coughing for a while." Drew asked me.

"I've been better" I told him honestly.

The doorbell suddenly rang. "Could that already be the pizza?" I asked. I started making my way to the door. I opened it, but there was no one there. I stepped outside, aware that Drew was watching my every move like a hawk. I turned around and saw someone standing in the middle of my front lawn.

"This is a private property! You should leave before I call the police!" I yelled out trying to sound more intimidating then I felt.

He turned around to face me and merely laughed in my face. Then I saw it. The half crescent moon tattoo, along with an intricate looking tattoo that framed his face. He was a vampyre, but not just any vampyre, he was a tracker.

It was all starting to make sense, why I had suddenly gotten sick, and why the Advil's hadn't helped what-so-ever, and why I continued to feel worse and worse.

It seemed that Drew had noticed the vampyre as well, because he moved if front of me, as if trying to block the tracker. I knew that it wouldn't make any difference.

"Danishia Golding! Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth; hearken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at The House of Night." He said loud and clearly, then lifted a finger and pointed it directly at the center of my forehead, as it exploded into an almost unbearable pain.