A/N: Hey all. I'm so happy I finished the House of Night Series a couple of weeks ago. But due to hot weather and going out it has taken me a while to get this up. This is my version of Burned and is set right after the end of Tempted. Chapter named "Haunted" after the song by Evanescence.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I am not P.C or Kristin Cast so I don't own any characters except my own (these will come soon) and this plot. So I don't own Stark either (sobs quietly). Anyway my first H.O.N fanfic…enjoy!

I could barely move or think. I was dead…my soul had shattered after Heath was killed. I would have choked on his name-if I could have even done that. I was sad Heath had died. Okay, beyond sad more like devastated he had died. I mean, we were Imprinted and childhood sweethearts.

My thoughts were not of Heath though. I only thought of one person…My warrior…my Stark. I tried to breathe evenly but my "shell" barely responded. I drew uneven little pants. I couldn't hear anyone but I'm sure chaos was erupting around me.

I was confused and lost and I did the only thing I could do. I called for Nyx. I screamed her name over and over in my head. Then I saw the sweetest thing. She came down in her usual wispy, ghostlike form but changed the scene in my mind from blackness to my grandmother's lavender farm.

I felt strength return to my body and I sat up and looked at Nyx. I began sobbing and she looked…well startled. "Zoeybird, what is wrong daughter?" she asked. It made me sob harder…I didn't want to think of Grandma now I was d- I couldn't even think the word.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm dead! Why wouldn't I be upset?" I managed to choke out in-between sobs. Nyx stayed silent for a moment then spoke. "Why would you think that daughter?" she questioned and I ignored it. Trying to comfort me right now was just a load of bullpoopie.

"The worst thing was…I never got to say goodbye. I'll never smell my Grandmother's lavender, never see Heath again, never laugh and gossip with Stevie Rae, try and figure out some annoying poem with Aphrodite, never be able to say hi to grandmother again, or thank Damien and Jack and the Twins for being there for me when I needed it most…I'll never be able to tell Stark that he was the one and how much I love him".

The last part was it. I cried hysterically barely able to breathe. Nyx smiled. I looked at her questioningly. "How is my death amusing?" I asked her in between cries and screams. Okay…this was getting weird.

"Child, you never let me finish. You are not dead!" I stared at her confused.

"If I am not dead then why am I here? Why was I not able to anything when I was on the ground before-well I think I still am but-" I stopped talking.

Nyx smiled. "You still have your soul. To fight or give up. You just need to make the choice." With that she vanished and I came back to reality.

My eyelids fluttered open and I was staring into the eyes and godlike hotness face of Stark.

A/N: Hey. Sorry it's short but I wanted to get it rolling. I hope you enjoyed. Anyway please R&R. The more and quicker I get them the more I write!!!

Xox Chloe (sparkyvampire)