Rewritten from past story. Hopefully as we progress through the story you'll notice improvements in my writing. I may also cut and add new parts to the story if I'm unhappy with them. I hope you enjoy.

The Alternative Ending Extended Edition

Chapter 1

Zoey

It had been a long 24 hours since Jack's funeral pyre. Damien was constantly crying in his room, and even though it was 1pm he still wouldn't eat anything, we'd all tried comforting him and telling him Jack would want to see him be himself again, but it continued to make Damien upset. He wasn't himself anymore. It was devastating. I knew if Jack were still alive he'd be devastated.

"Stop it." Stark whispered from across the table, his one hand formed a fist and his other gripped my arm. "You're stressing and it's making me stressed. Please, stop it." I sighed. Stark was my guardian and we'd imprinted so he felt everything I did. I felt sorry for him, sometimes at night I'd wake up and worry which would then wake him up.

"Sorry." I murmured, rubbing his hand, he forced a smile and looked somewhere behind me. Continuing to hold hands with Stark, I looked in the same direction, where Stevie Rae was sat. To be honest, Stevie Rae hadn't really been herself since I returned from Scotland with Stark. I first assumed it was my return, then Jack's death. But she was still acting really weird. Today, I noted, she was just sitting alone, reading 'Romeo and Juliet'. Definitely not the Stevie Rae I knew.

"Romeo and Juliet what happened bumpkin?" Clearly Aphrodite was thinking the same thing, when she strode in with Darius at her side. Stevie Rae hesistated at her question, and then answered.

"It's english, we've gotta read Shakespeare. He didn't write any books about cowboys or-" She sounded nervous and her words came out rushed as though the faster she spoke the truer her words were.

"Bumpkin you smell weird." Aphrodite interrupted, wiggling her nose. I moved closer. I smelt it too, a blood scent. But the wrong kind-of blood. Which was strange as I had blood-lust, yet I felt nothing, no rush or anything.

"She's right you do," I hesistated around the words, Stevie Rae looked scared for a second, but she covered it with a glare.

"Darkness drank from me. 'Course I'm gonna smell weird." However, she said it in a tone that told me something was up, that and she looked back at the book when answering us. But I didn't have a chance to say anything because the twins walked in the room.

"Neferet wants us to..." Erin started

"...hold a Dark Daughters ritual." Shaunee finished.

Crap. I forgot the Dark Daughters existed, let alone I was the head of it. When was the last meeting? Last year. Hmm, probably time for a renewal meeting.

"Fine. Guess we have to." I said while I gritted my teeth. Neferet surely didn't want me to make any plans on killing her. Yet.

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Rephaim

Rephaim flew back to his father, the night sky echoed itself around him. No stars shone tonight. Even the moon was hidden. Hidden by , clouds. Though darkness had been present somewhere, well Rephaim knew. He'd been at Jack's funeral, he, like Stevie Rae, saw the darkness which had consumed Neferet.

Speaking of Neferet, in the room Neferet had been renting, she was also waiting. Well more like shouting. She hadn't even noticed that Rephaim entered the room. "THEN SHE SAID THAT IT WAS HER OPINION AND THAT I HAD TO ASK FUCKING NYX! NYX!"

"Hello Rephaim." Rephaim recognised the voice immediately. Balik. His father's second favoured. "Long time no see." Rephaim stared at him. Balik still looked the same: long matt black hair, scar on his stomach from when a wolf nearly killed him. He showed off his scar to prove he had more guts than Rephaim in a way. Though what he didn't know was Rephaim secretly loved a Vampyre. The Red One. If he found out about me and Stevie Rae- No. Rephaim couldn't think about her right now. Last he saw of her she was terribly, terribly sad. Rephaim had wanted to swoop down, pick her up in his arms and hold her close. That's never going to happen. Can't believe I thought such nonsssssense.

"Balik. Nice to see you, where have you been? Hiding?" Rephaim mocked, Balik's smug expression sank. He'd defeated him again.

"Yes. Only because I had to, not because I wanted to." Balik responded, with an anger rising in his voice. It made Rephaim's blood boil. No, that was something else. Rephaim felt pain. Stevie Rae's pain. A sudden pain, that made him gasp but lightly so no-one heard him. Besides Neferet had began shouting again. Stevie Rae had been hurt. His Stevie Rae.

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Stevie Rae

Zoey was freakin' out about everything again, Damien, The ritual, and now Stevie Rae apparently. She shouldn't put so much strain on herself and Stark, Stevie Rae thought. Then as if someone was whispering to her, she heard: "Yes, but you have your own secrets that are weighing you down too." That's when Stevie Rae felt sudden anger.

She knew it wasn't her anger, but Rephaim's. Who was he angry at though? Probably Neferet, she saw Rephaim's snares at her when he sat, perched on top of the roof where Jack's funeral pyre was being held.

"GET UNDER COVER! THEY'RE BACK!" Stevie Rae whipped her neck towards the front door of the dormitory. Stark was the one shouting, Everyone looked as confused as Stevie Rae as Stark came running towards them. The door then collapsed, the sound echoed across the room. There, where the door was, now stood Three Raven Mockers. They stared straight at Stevie Rae. She saw the middle one mutter something to the others. From their direction then came sticky, bladk, threads of darkness. They clung to her, began programming her like Neferet. Began killing her. The pain was unbeareble. Intolerable.

She heard somebody shout, but already the ain was spreading across her body, it was all she could focus on. That and trying to stay alive. The red eyes at the door continued to watch her, continued to watch her die. The Raven Mocker, who she assumed their leader, cocked his head and the pain stopped. She felt free. "Join usssssss." The middle one demanded. She didn't respond. She couldn't throw darkness back at them. She didn't mean to. But she screamed his name.

"REPHAIM!" He was the only one she knew could help her. He wanted her to try and stay away from Neferet, she knew he and his father were against Neferet. It was simple. She should join them, it made sense. Yet, they'd only use and abuse her. When they were done. She'd die. Like when Stark shot the arrow to release them from the earth. Only worse.

The Raven mockers threw a confused look at her and left. The darkness that covered her left with them. "Are you O.K. bumpkin?" Aphrodite asked. Everyone stood around her. Then she saw that Dragon was at the doorway.

"I heard you scream that thing's name." He simply stared at her. A cold stare, full of loss for his wife. The wife killed by Rephaim

"I think she was in shock and thought she saw Rephaim or something. Though I don't think any of them were him." Z said. Stevie Rae looked up. She saw Lenobia run in with bandages and alcohol pads, but again Stevie Rae's wounds were already healing. Stevie Rae saw Kramisha writing on a piece of paper. Not another poem, Stevie Rae thought.

"I'm fine." Stevie Rae tried to utter, she then went to stand up, but her legs hurt bad. She screamed in pain. Lenobia rushed over.

"Your leg is broken. Just your left one. You need a lot of rest and sleep-"

"Wait. I think Stevie Rae should see this first." Kramisha interrupted. Re-reading this poem over and over.

Loss,

Love,

Friends,

Foes,

Beware who you trust,

Beware of them all.

"Okay that's it, what is this one about?" Kramisha asked. Stevie Rae sighed, a room full of fledgings was staring at her right now. Then she saw him. On the tree outside. Visible so just she could see him. He stared at her on the floor. He felt terrified, but not shocked. Then she saw a red haze around him and he flung it at her. Stevie Rae last felt a familiar sensation and then fainted.

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Stevie Rae

After everyone left the hospital wing, she called her element. She'd woken up a few hours ago, her leg was in bandages. She felt tired and everyone left her alone, to rest, to sleep. Kramisha left the poem for Stevie Rae to look at. It was a warning. "Go find Rephaim I-" With a blast the window opened and flew in a very insistent Rephaim. Stevie Rae let go of her element and whispered, "Never mind," She stared at him. Then she remembered, with a jolt, his brothers did this to her. She saw his wings and it reminded her of them. She flinched.

"You are afraid of me now, if not before," He realized. "Please, I will punish my brothers, I don't know how yet. But I do know why." He headed toward Stevie Rae and picked up a small knife next to her used on volunteers to allow sick fledgings or Vampyres to drink from them. Erik had insisted he would do this, for Stevie Rae, but she told them she was sure all she needed was rest and she'd think about Erik's offer.

"No! You can't-" But it was too late, Rephaim slit his neck and she was engulfed in the smell of his blood. She not only wanted it; needed it. He moved closer so his neck was by her mouth and she drank. It was amazing. Again, not supposed to be a sexual experience, but it sure felt like it should have been.

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The door creaked, a shocked girl watched as her friend drank from the worst Raven Mocker of them all. Rephaim. She could only gasp in horror and utter: "What the..." as her friend suddenly pulled away from the creature, both of them looked terrified, both of them looked guilty.

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A/N: I'm writing this on the story as there are still people with alerts on it or who have favourited it, I thought you people would enjoy it being rewritten if you enjoyed it originally. Plus as you know certain characters are secretly evil (If you haven't read the story before I warn you not to read the reviews as they give away major plot points which are wrote for enjoyment.) (If you have you get the enjoyment of seeing past what the characters are saying or doing. You can still mention spoilers in your reviews, but please nothing with the ending of the story. I'm actually changing the ending. So certain characters won't die in the end.)

I've also noticed there's a lot of chapters that are really, really short. Some of them are about 4 lines long. I'm going to combine some chapters together so there may not be 36 in the end, but about 30.

Some plot points will change slightly. You'll see what I mean. If you've read it before message me if you really want to know what is changing. Maybe I'm not the only one in the world who likes spoilers.

I also forgot how much I used to write, I mean I know I had short chapter, but this one was 2, 800 words, but I cut some parts out which I found were a bit pointless.

Also, for The Boy From New York readers, I have written the next chapter, in school, that one is really long, only some of it is on paper and it's taking me a while to transfer it.

This story will be updated by 29th June. Due to I have two other house of night stories, my main one is being updated this Friday, my songfic the following Friday, then Brave comes out so I'll be too busy fangirling so sorry. I may update early as I have a week off school.

Wow, long A/N