this is supposed to be an original story (within the world that PC CAST and KRISTEN CAST created, i take no credit for their rules or there world) and it does not revolve around Zoey or the herd... ENJOY

Chapter 1:

I'm like any other human guy out there, well unless you count my parents. I was adopted by two vampyres. They wanted a kid, but vamps can't have them, so here I am: the adopted son of Aaron and Pandora. My parents have been together for centuries and about 14 years ago they adopted me.

My father was a Son of Erebus for many years, and then he became my mother's warrior. He is a skilled athlete in almost every sport. His sapphire tattoos are Celtic fashioned warrior symbols, both pointing toward the crescent moon. He has short brown hair and bright emerald eyes.

As for my mother, she is multi-talented. She is a skilled artist and she has a strong connection with water, and a huge passion for helping others. Her tattoos are swirls that look like ocean waves, with little raindrop dots that flow down either side of her eye. Her hair is long and blonde and her eyes are deep blue.

And then there is me. I adopted and yet I feel like there is a part of my parents inside of me. Some people say it's a coincidence, but I feel as if the goddess herself put me with these two for a reason. I'm a swimmer and good one at that. I don't want to brag but I did place 5th in the summer vampyre games (which means I'm the only human to complete along side of vampyres and actually place). When people ask me how I did it I always say I just got it from my parents, I love competition, like my father, and I love water, like my mother.

"Nikolas? Are you up? You are going to be late for school." I heard my mother yell to me from downstairs.

"Coming." I spoke in a normal voice, which both of my parents could hear. I threw on a pair of jeans and an old grey t-shirt, ran my hand through my dirt-blonde hair and called it good. I grabbed my backpack and swim bag for practice after school and ran down stairs.

"Happy Birthday!" My mother and father said at the same time. They were holding a white frosting cake with blue letters that read: Happy 17th Birthday Nikolas. I smiled.

"Thanks guys, but are you really going to let me have cake for breakfast?" I said as I blew out the candles.

"You only turn seventeen once." Dad said already cutting onto my cake.

"Yeah I guess." I said looking at both of their tattoos. Most humans grow up in fear of vampyres and never fully understand the remarkable life vampyres truly have, I on the other hand have always wanted to be marked. But now it's my 17th birthday, which means, more than likely, I wont be getting marked, since humans never get marked after adolescence.

"What's wrong Nikolas?" my mother said soothingly.

"I've only got one more year." I said softly.

"Nick, you know your mother and I love you no matter if you become marked or not." My father put his hand on my back.

"But what happens when you two stay the same and I grow old, or when I get hurt! I envy you both, you're lives are perfect." I shrugged him off. "And I never want to leave you guys." I whispered.

"Whatever is meant to be will happen, Nick. It is up to the goddess, not us. Would we like it if you were marked? Of course, but we adopted you when you were one year old, and we have never once stopped loving you, that will never change. Not in 10 days or 10 years." My mom kissed me on the forehead like she always did; where a crescent moon would have been if I were a vampyre. "Have fun in school today." She said.

"taitneamh a bhaint as an lá" My father said to me in his native Irish tongue, enjoy the day.

"Thanks." I said to them and got in to my car and drove to school.

As I got out of my car I felt a prickle in my throat and coughed, it must have been the air here at school because I was fine at home, but I forgot about all of that because of her. The girl I've loved ever since she moved here 2 years ago, Jessi. She wasn't vampophobic, which was really good for me, and she cared for me as much as I cared for her.

"Hey!" I called to her. She whipped her brown hair over her shoulder revealing her gorgeous face to me.

"Hey! Happy birthday!" she stood on her tiptoes to steal a kiss.

"Thanks." I said. I guess I sounded less sincere than I thought because she frowned a little.

"are you ok?" I barely heard over my recent killer headache.

"ya, I just think im coming down with something."

"oh, that sucks, hopefully this will help." She smiled and held out a small wrapped box.

"you didn't have to." I said as my headache fluctuated with pain.

"yes I did. And don't worry, I didn't buy you anything." She said eager for my to open my present. I started peeling away the water-like wrapping paper, and it revealed a gorgeous framed painting of her and I after I place in the vampyre games. I was dripping wet and I held her tight so me as I was giving her a kiss. The painting was magnificent it looked just like the photo I had in my room, that had recently gone missing, I couldn't tell this difference. Jessi was amazing at art.

"Wow! This is great! I love it!" I hugged her.

"I knew you would! Oh, and before I forget, her is your picture back. I hope you don't mind I stole it so I could use it as a reference." She looked guilty.

"Not at all." I kept looking at the painting. "It was worth it." I kissed her on the cheek this time to try and prevent her from catching my cold, then I grabbed her hand and we walked to class together.

So what do you think so far? REVIEW PLEASE and let me know if i should continue this... a little heads up: it will have of a romantic element than action/battle between Darkness and evil