" Tara Richards! 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!"
It happened in the hallway of my high school. In front of everybody. At the time, I didn't know how to react. I passed out from the pain of the brand new crescent moon that was dead-center on my forehead.
When I got home, my own mother called me a demon, then she locked me in my bedroom. I packed a bag, and jumped out of my window. I couldn't leave my baby, a black 69 chevelle, behind. So, I snuck back into the house and grabbed the keys.
I drove to my Grandpa's farm in Cambridge, Ohio. What happened there, no one would believe, so I never told anyone. When I awoke, I was in a room with the high priestess of the Cincinnati House of Night and my Grandpa. They asked how I got my filled in moon, and I told them I had no idea
"Var försiktig, min sondotter," my grandpa whispered in my ear when he had to go. I changed my name to Genevieve Birch, to honor my Swedish heritage. I made friends with Cora Fray, Cassandra Novak, Damon Salvatore, Nick Sorrentino, and Tobias Baggins. None of us ever dated, well until the nerd herd, plus a couple of people, came to our school.
A/N:
This is my first fanfiction, so bear with me. Slow updates. I will try to update every two weeks, but no promises.
Var försiktig, min sondotter. means Be careful, my Granddaughter.
I do not own House of night. All copy rights go to P.C. Cast and Kristen Cast.