Okay guys, I hope you enjoy! This is chapter one from the House of Night as I wrote it. This is my first fan fiction so please leave me feed back to help me. I'd appreciate it a lot!
NOTE: I own nothing from the House of Night obviously.
Chapter One.
I barely even noticed as me and Kayla passed by the vampire. Somehwere in the back of my mind I knew who he was, he seemd vaguely familiar, but I was too absorbed in Kayla's story about how she and some guy from the football team had hooked up at a party. I wasn't really paying attention though, just nodded and gasping in agreement when needed. Kayla was my best friend, had been for as long as I could remember. But she was Kayla, and sometimes she was too much to take in. She could talk to much and be annoying, but she'd always been there and I loved her for that. Though I thanked god the final bell had rung and we were walking down the long hallway to the doors.
That's when I saw him again. I realized how unusally quiet it was. Kayla had stopped talking- unusual, and I glanced back to see she was frozen in place mouth wide open about a foot behind me. I stopped walking and looked at her. "What are you doing?" I asked. Only then did I realize we were the only people in the hall. She merley pointed her finger and I looked back and there was the vampire. He wall tall and pale with a shock of dark hair. He had a filled in moon with designs sprialing down his face. He was a tracker.
Kayla seemed to break out of whatever trance she was in. "Zoey, get back here!" She hissed. But I was frozen staring at him as he stared back. He took a few steps closer never taking his eyes off of me. You see it hadn't even registered yet, what he was doing here. Did I think he was here for some friendly visit? No, clearly not. Vampires rarely left the House of Night, and if they did you didn't know it. Maybe I thought he was coming for Kayla, I don't know, but I remember not even feeling scared. Finally he was standing right before me and I couldn't help but to stare at his beauty. I had to look up at him to see his deep brown, almost black, eyes. I had never been considered short being five seven and sixteen years old but he made me feel little.
I stood up straighter and lifted my chin. Then he spoke. "Zoey Redbird, you have been chosen by the goddess Nyx herself. You are incredibly blessed." His voice was low and quiet. I opened my mouth to speak but he placed his hands on my temples and a piercing pain shot through my head. I screamed and then he was gone. Just like that, and I was Marked. Panicked I looked back at Kayla who was staring at me wide eyed. She turned and ran.
"Kayla!" I called after her. Nothing. Okay it's fine, just get to your car and go home, I told myself. I started walking quickly down the hall, head bowed down. Passing by a door I caught a glimpse of my relfection. I was me, Zoey, the same as I had always been. Except for the faint trace of a crescent moon on my forehead. Dammnit, I started walking faster yet. I had made my way to my beloved car, a black volvo, and my baby. As soon as I turned the key loud pop music started blasting and I let out a moan as my head pounded in protest. I shut the radio off completley and starting driving all to fast out of the parking lot.
I just kept telling myself I just had to make it home. Tell mom, and she would understand. She would be okay. She'd bring me to the House of Night, where I knew I needed to go, and it would all be okay. My body would reject the change if I didn't go, and I would really die. I had no option. I groaned and rubbed my hand across my forehead. I was forcing myself to take deep breathes as I pulled in the driveway next to my horrid step dads large SUV. He I knew, would never understand. Sure maybe he makes my mom happy, we have money and a good house, but he changed her. And I resented him for that.
I was playing with my hands as I pushed open the wide front doors in to the front room. "Mom?" I called out.
"I'm here in the kitchen" She called back. You can do this, I told myself walking into the brightly lit room. Our kitchen was big with modern appliences and dark wood cabinets and flooring. She was sitting at the dining room table with a wine glass in hand, radio playing her favorite station. Old rock. Ugh. "Hi honey, how was your day?" She smiled, looked up at me, and gasped.
"Mom, I need to go to the house of night." I didn't need to explain what happened, she knew by seeing my mark. She looked horrified and I wanted to go crawl in the corner.
"Oh my gosh, honey what happened?" She held my face in her hands examining it.
"I got marked and I need to go to the House of Night or I'll die." I said again quietly, as she had already drew back into the corner. My head was pounding, every little noise seemed deafening. The bright light hurt my eyes and I felt weak. I needed to go. Now. Maybe in a perfect world she would've helped me pack and drove me there herself, but she didn't.
"No. No! I will not have my daughter going there. To a, a, school for vampires!" She spit the word out like posion. "What would the neighbors think?" I shook my head, she didn't understand. For a moment I felt like pleading with her, but I knew it wouldn't make a different. She had her mind set.
"I have to go. I'll die if I don't. I'll drive myself if I have too. I love you mom, and I'll be in touch." Leaving her stunned I went up the winding stairs to my room to pack my stuff and leave.