For that moment I never knew what was happening. The people flashing before my eyes, all pale, with sapphire crescent moons placed neatly on their foreheads, yelling directly at me. They were all shouting "House of Night, you will come to the house of Night!!". They said it over and over, and their voices started to jumble and my focus became blurry, I was getting a headache just trying to concentrate. I started falling over and something caught me. It was one of the boys with the crescent moon, he was gorgeous. He had high cheekbones and bright blue eyes, hidden behind thick black eyelashes. His hair was brown with cute curls that reminded me of superman. He looked so nice, so welcoming. But all that faded away when everything went black and his eyes glowed red, he smiled a wicked smile and to my surprise he had fangs.

"AHHH!!" I screamed as I realized I was in my bed. It was just a dream, I thought as I wiped the sheen layer of sweat that was covering my face. Just then my door flew open followed by a very worried mother.

"Briar! Are you okay?" She hurried over to my side, squeezing my shoulders tight.

"Y-yes mom it was just a bad dream." I sighed when I looked in her eyes. It had been the fifth I've had this week all of which I woke up screaming.

"Are you sure nothing is wrong, you've had a lot of bad dreams lately." She said raising her eyebrows. I have had a lot of dreams, but this one was one felt real, and it terrified me, so I did what was best.

I lied."Yes mom I'm okay, I promise." I couldn't look her in the eyes as I said those words. "Wait, what time is it?"

"Seven-Forty-Five."

I threw myself out of bed and headed for the closet. I rumaged through the clothes until I found a comfy light blue pull-over sweatshirt and a pair of light wash jeans. "Okay I will leave you get ready, and besides I have to go shopping for groceries, see you after school hun."

"Bye mom." I said over my shoulder as she walked out of my room. I changed quickly and headed to my mirror to do my hair and make-up. I looked horrible. I looked drained out, a was pale as a sheet rather than, vibrant with color. My hair looked like a rats nest, so I quickly brushed through it and put it up in a neat pony tail. I did my make-up quickly, putting on eyeliner, mascara and a little blush to give me some of the color I had lost. I grabbed the keys for my vintage camero, the color of night. I slid my bag into the backseat then I headed off. It didn't take long to get to the school, and as usual my best friend Macy ran to greet me. I had no idea how we became friends, we were nothing alike, but I enjoyed her company.

"Heya Bri! How was your weekend?" Macy asked enthusiastically.

"It was alright,Macy, how was yours." I replied. I sounded worn out, like a peice of me was missing. Maybe I was still shaken up about the nightmare.

"Oh it was great! I went to a party at Andy's house and-" Anger flooded through me and allowed my raging voice to cut her off.

"What! You went to his house, without telling me? You couldn't even call to ask if I could go with you, you just go yourself, are you trying to steal him from me Macy, I always thought you were selfish but this is it Macy!" After I had said the words I regretted them.

"Whatever. Yes I was with Andy, and I'm glad. He only dated you to get to me, besides who wants a brunette when they could have their best friend that's blonde." She smirked the whole time. All I felt was a peice of me fall to peices.

"We are not friends anymore, understand?"

"Good, I was getting tired of you anyway." She said looking at her perfectly filed nails. She grunted then strutted away.

What just happened?.. Or how could it have happened? She was supposed to be my friend, my best friend and this is what I get. This was starting to be the worst day in history, all I wanted to do was curl up and die. So I sat by the tree in fetal position. The tears were bulking up in my eyes as the nightmare flashed before me, I also remembered my fathers death. I was only eight years old, and it was just him and I at home. Mom was gone on a business trip. It was late and dad was sleeping on the couch, he'd been drinking but at the time I couldn't tell if he were drunk or not. I decided that I was hungry and wanted Kraft Dinner, so I put a pot full of water on the front burner, grabbed a foot stool and put it on high. I then went to the bathroom when I heard the explosion. When I ran out I saw the stove in flames as well as the entire living room, I couldn't see my dad so I thought he had went outside. But when I went to the front yard he wasn't there. Then, I heard his screams, they lasted five minutes and then faded away. I just sat there in the fetal position crying , just like I am now. The soft touch on my shoulder startled me. I looked over to see a young man, he was stunning, but I felt my heart beat race when I saw the sapphire filled-in crescent moon on his forehead. Along with intricate tattoos lining his forehead down to the end of his jaw. He loked like the people from my nightmare! I gasped.

"Sorry Briar I didn't mean to startle you." His voice was seductive, with a charming British accent. Control yourself Briar.

"H-how do you know my name." I asked in a nonchalant tone.

"I know many names, mostly the ones I track." He smiled down at me reassuringly.

"And your name?" I asked quickly.

"Kye Sunset. And I am from the house of night." I gasped once more. I started to back away but he grabbed my arm and touched my forehead, he chanted what seemed like a ritual.

"By the powers of the great Goddess Nyx, Briar your new life awaits at the house of night!"

"What's going to happen now? What is the house of night?" His hand slid down from my forehead to my chin, then everything was darkness.