House of Night Chapter 1, a gakuen alice fanfic

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"There also stands the gloomy house of Night;

Ghastly clouds shroud it in darkness.

Before it Atlas stands erect and on his head

And unwearying arms firmly supports the broad sky,

Where Night and Day cross bronze threshold

And then come close and greet each other."

(Hesiod, Theogony, 744 ff.)

Chapter 1 – Marked

Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse I saw the dead guy standing next to my locker. Kaede was talking nonstop in her usual K-babble and didn't even notice him. At first.

Actually, now that I think about it, no one else notice him until he spoke, which is, tragically, more evidence of my freakish inability to fit in.

"No, but Mikan! I swear Kei didn't get that drunk after the game. You really shouldn't be too hard on him,"

"Yeah," I said absently, "Sure".

Then I coughed, again. I felt like crap. I must be coming down with what Mr. Wise, my more-than-slightly insane AP Biology teacher, called the Teenage Plague.

If I die, would it get me out of my math test tomorrow? One could only hope.

Kaede my other friend continued to blabber as I remembered my best friend who should be here, shooting her with her Baka gun, for getting sick

Hotaru Imai, my most precious best friend and she'll be always engraved in my heart.

I vaguely remember the reason she wasn't with me, now.

It happened at the beginning of the school year, last year. Hotaru was sick during that time, but she didn't show it. We went to our separate ways that day.

The tracker had come before school started and had targeted Hotaru who was walking to her first hour after we separated.

I didn't see the tracker, but I did see Hotaru afterwards, for just a second, after she dropped her books and ran out of the building without looking at me, her new Mark glowing on her pale forehead and tears washing down her two white cheeks, that was the first time I saw her cry.

I never forgot how crowded the halls had been that morning, and how everyone had backed away from my best friend, as she rushed out the front doors.

I couldn't follow her; I was rooted to my spot.

But when I had the guts and will to follow her, I was too late; her parents had come to pick her up, like they knew this would happen.

I screwed up, I know... I now could only wish I can travel back in time to change it.

I was feeling a little dizzy and forced myself to take slow, deep breaths when the coughing pit was over. Not that K-babble noticed.

"You're so grumpy when you're sick; anyway, you have no idea how lost-puppy-like Kei was after you left..."

Then I saw him, the dead guy. Okay, I realized pretty quick that he wasn't technically "dead". He was undead or un-human. Whatever, scientist says one thing, people says another, but the end result was the same.

There was no mistaking what he was and even if I hadn't felt the power and darkness that radiated from him, there was no freaking way I could miss his Mark, the sapphire-blue crescent moon on his forehead and the additional tattooing of entwining knot work that framed his equally blue eyes.

He was a Vampyre, and worst.

He was a Tracker.

Well, crap! He was standing by my locker.

"Mikan, you're so not listening to me!"

Then the Vampyre spoke, and his ceremonial words slicked across the space between us, dangerous and seductive like blood mixed with melted chocolate.

"Mikan Yukihara! Night has chosen Thee; Thy death will be Thy birth. Night calls to Thee; hearken Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the Alicia House of Night!"

He lifted on long, white finger and pointed at me. As my forehead exploded in pain, Kaede opened her mouth and screamed.

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