Chapter 1:
So yeah I'm a vampire. I guess that's a good place to start. I was marked, like every fledging by a Tracker, on the way to my maths class. It was pretty scary at first, I got some strange looks and people seemed to practically jump out of my way as I half-walked, half-stumbled through the corridor.
It had happened like this. Like any other day I was walking slowly through the corridor, people pushed pass me as usual, as I made my through the heaving crowd. Groups of gossiping girls and testosterone fueled guys. I didn't really notice the crowd thinning, until in the middle of my daydreaming thinking about how much school sucked, I reached my locker and found myself in a large empty space. I think the sudden hault of people crashing into me and the change from loud babbling to quiet murmurs stirred me. I looked up to see a crowd of people in a rough semi-circle around my locker, all staring at the same spot just behind me, some with looks of anticipation on their faces, some awe, others looking almost scared, hanging slightly back.
"What the hell" I murmured to myself, as I turned to the spot of their attention and froze where I stood. I understood instantly why some where staring in awe. The man before me was extremely tall and extremely muscly. He wore loose jeans and a tight black shirt, which accentuated his physique brilliantly. His hair had that cute ruffled look to it and was a gorgeous sandy colour. He had beautiful honey coloured skin and a fire seemed to dance in his bright, blue eyes. He was truly mesmerising.
"Rebecca Noctay! Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; hearken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night!" The man raised his hand and his seductive voice engulfed me as a burning sensation took over my foreheard. I remember hearing some shocked crys, though they sounded faint as the tight feeling in my forehead increased. I closed my eyes as I collapsed on the floor, everything seemed so slow it was almost as if time itself had slowed.
It felt like an eternity, but in what must have been a few seconds, the uncomfortable sensation in my head subsided and I began to stir with slow, laborious movements. I heaved myself up onto my knees, bent over, breathing heavily, my head still spinning. I could feel people's eyes on me, could hear the quiet murmurs grow into loud whispers. I knew the Tracker must have gone. I had to get out of there.
I heaved myself up with what seemed like all my effort and began my journey. I didn't know where I was going, I just knew I had to get away from the stares and whispers I knew were focused on me. I hurled myself down the corridor 'hurled' being a key word here, people jumping out of my way in shock. My whole body felt heavy, every movement seemed to claim all of my energy. In the brief times I was able to lift my heavy eyelids and focus my eyes, I saw expressions of shock and disgust, once even pity. No one was willing to help me though. Willing to help the 'freak'. Somehow I finally found my way out into the open and I think that was the first time in my life I appreciated my old car, the bashed-up mini that had so often brought me ridicule and received my hate in return.
I fumbled with my keys and was grateful when I was finally separated from the outside world, even if it was a flimsy separation through which I was still fully visible.
"Thank you" I murmured to no-one in particular as I tilted my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. I felt the dizziness begin to subside and that was when I realised that not just my forehead, but every inch of my exposed skin was tingling. I opened my eyes instinctively and found that they were stinging slightly in the afternoon light. I looked up at the sky. It was cloudy but the sun was still clearly felt uncomfortable looking up at the light above, so I raised my hand to shield my eyes. I then surveyed my surroundings. There was quite a crowd outside now, most were in small groups throwing me nervous glances and whispering frantically, but one kid was standing smack bang in the middle of the car park gaping at me. I began to feel annoyed. I felt extremely uncomfortable and this made me irritable, due to the kid gaping at me like I was an exhibit. It's not like I'd freaking grown fangs! Had I? I instantly checked in my rear-view mirror and felt relieved and pretty stupid when I found I didn't. This wasn't Dracula. Fed-up of being victimised I started the engine, revved as loud as possible to tell that stupid, gawking kid to get the hell out the way and got the hell out of there.