Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of the Twilight Saga, they belong to Stephenie Meyer. I don't own any of the House of Night characters; they belong to P.C and Kristin Cast.

*A.N. This is my first crossover, first Twilight story and first House of Night story. I hope you like it!

Zoey POV

I walked into my Sociology class today, and there was a new teacher, standing next to Neferet. The new teacher is very different. He didn't have any tattoos, so either he is not a vampyre, or he is just covering up his tattoos. But why cover your beautiful tattoos if you're a vampyre, yourself. Vampyre tattoos are definitely not something to be ashamed of.
Also, there was no sapphire crescent moon on his forehead, so that makes him definitely not a vampyre or a fledgling. So who is he, and why is he teaching my Vampyre Sociology class?

I take my seat in the classroom, next to Damien. My heart is racing when I see how cute, handsome and hot this guy is. To summarise his looks in two words, I would have to say insanely gorgeous. I snap out of my daze as soon as Neferet starts to introduce the beautiful stranger.

"Fledglings, this is Professor Cullen, and he will be taking your Sociology class today. I am sure you are all wondering why there is a human teaching the class. He is not human, but I'll just let him tell you that," Neferet said, definitely eyeballing him intensely, yet dreamily at the same time, which I am sure all of the girls (and Damien) would be doing at the moment. "I am sure you will find this lesson intriguing, to say the least."

Neferet walked away from Professor Cullen, letting him introduce himself this time.

"Hello fledglings of Nyx, my name is Professor Cullen, but I wouldn't mind if you called me Emmett. Merry meet or whatever it is that you say. I'm sure you're probably already wondering why someone that is not a Daughter of Nyx or Son of Erebus is teaching you Vampyre Sociology today."

He looked at me, smiling so charmingly that I would allow him to melt my heart or whisk me away to a castle on his horse any day.

I smile back at him, probably looking like an awestruck idiot in the process. I raise my hand, hoping to just hear his husky, sexy voice again, this time directly to me.

"Yes?" he said, followed by, "first, tell me your name and I'll answer your question."

"Zoey" I say, and as I said it, my voice trembled, purely because he was talking directly to me, and the fact that he wants to know my name!

"Okay, Zoey, what is it that you wanted to ask me?"

"What are you, if you're not a child of Nyx? I mean, not a son or daughter of Night personified?"

I was just hoping that he wouldn't say something like 'a fallen angel'; especially after Stark and I just defeated Kalona, hopefully for the last time. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard, even though it couldn't be right.

"I am a vampire, just of a different kind." He said, smiling cutely.

"How can you be a vampyre of a different kind? There is only one type, isn't there?"

"Well that's what I'm here to teach you about today."

...

I got back to my bedroom, which I stay in by myself, now that Stevie Rae and the rest of the red fledglings have moved back to the icky tunnels underneath Tulsa. I walk in to find Aphrodite sitting on the edge of my bed, straightening her hair. She must've been in here for a while, at least long enough to have gotten bored and almost completely straightened her hair.

"About time!" She said. Yep, now I know that she had been waiting for a while.

"You should've seen the hot new Sociology teacher we had today! I have two words for you. Insanely. Gorgeous." I felt like a little school girl, with a little school girl crush.

"What were his tattoos like? You know, you can usually tell something about a vamp's personality from their tattoos." I can't believe that she wasn't asking me questions about his looks and everything at the moment. Tattoos? That is so not Aphrodite.

"Actually, he had no tattoos or a crescent on his forehead. He was there to tell us about the different types of vampyres that there are. It was weird. And I think that Neferet has the hots for him. Eww."

"Okay, I'm not really here to ask you about your day or anything, so I'm just going to come out and say it."

I was really anxious about what she was going to say. She made it sound like it was both exciting and a nightmare at the same time.

"You have a new roommate, Zoey."

A huge smile came across my face. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, so much that it took a long time to register in my mind.

"What's she like?" I ask Aphrodite, trying to sound as normal as possible, seeing as I was definitely about to burst.

"Her name is Rosalie Hale."

"Wow, she sounds really cool." Was all I could say. I didn't even know anything about her yet, and I still can't stop myself from saying that she sounds cool.

I was still trying to register all of this into my mind, when I hear the doorknob turn.

"Don't you knock?" I yelled out. I hate it when people don't knock.

It was Neferet and a girl that was equally as beautiful as the new Vampyre Sociology teacher that we had today. This girl was different to, in exactly the same ways as Professor Cullen. She was a vampire.

"Zoey, this is your new roommate, Rosalie Hale." Neferet smiled slyly, "As you know, we got a new professor today. This means that you will have two extra classes per school week."

"But what does Rosalie have to do with this?" I ask Neferet, who still has a sly look on her face.

"Well, haven't you noticed any similarities between Professor Cullen and Rosalie? They're both vampires."

"And, that makes a difference to me why?" I ask, noticing that Rosalie is glaring at me.

"Well, that means we also have the rest of her adoptive family here. Carlisle Cullen is one of our new school nurses in the infirmary, Esme Hale is his wife, so she had to come, along with her adoptive brothers Edward Cullen, Alice Cullen, Bella Swan whom is Edward's wife, Renesmee Cullen whom is Bella and Edward's daughter, Jasper Hale whom is married to Alice Cullen, and Professor Cullen..."

Rosalie finished off with "my husband."

Ah, hell.