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As I walked through The halls of the Tulsa house Of Night School I seen many fledglings staring. As I followed the high Priestess-The only one that would understand my situation- I was the second fledgling with a colerd in mark in the whole world and well she wasn't a fledgling anymore she was the High Priestess of all Vamps. I researched her for a report I did just before I was marked. Zoey Redbird was my hero. She was my hero as a human also I knew my dad had imprinted with her. Yeah my dad is Heath Luck, well adopted child of Heath Luck. I've met Zoey many times thats when I became so interested in Vamps.

As we walked I saw many Fledglings stop and stared. "The Nyx Tymple is always opened," Zoey said completing the tour, she was my mentore. Once we got to a door in the girls dorm she grabbed my forearm and shook it which I thought it was wierd but when I was interveiwing her for my report she had said that it was how they shake hands. "Well Miss Luck it is a pleasure to see you again this is your room your roomate will go over your schedule with you and Monday you should be ready for your fist classes," after she spoke I crossed my hands over my heart and bowed as a sign of respect to the high priestess.

She walked away and as soon as she was out of sight a short girl with beaiutiful curly brown hair and green eyes opend the door I assumed she must have been my roomate. "Come on in you must be Nivia I heard you were coming," I wondered how she knew I was comming I had been marked not even an hour ago. I walked into my new room and it had everything from my room at home. My hot pink bedspread, my limegreen and neon blue pillows, my mitallic purple desk lamp sitting on my electric yellow desk with my purple laptop. All the photos I had taken in my whole life were hanging on the wall behind my bed. I turned to my roomate.

"uhmm... I'm sorry I didn't catch your name," I saidtrying to make a friend I was good at it everyone was my friend at broken arrow. Thats when I reliezed she was gawking at my mark which was normal and I cleared my throat.

"aw crap I'm so sorry its just so breathtaking," she said slitely embarrised.

"Nahh, it's fine," I said assuring. Thats when it hit me I knew this girl from somewhere I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"Well my name is Samantha Lilly... err wait not enymore until yesterday thats what it was now it's Nyla Rose I was marked yesterday so I guess we could make friends together," I glanced over at her side of the room and thats when I noticed what looked like a class picture I had one just like it with all the same people in it I was infront were all the short people stood. It was the photot that had been taken to put on the internet to advertice the adoption center.

"We were in the same..." I trailed off I didn't like to think of myself as an orphan Heath was my father even though I looked nothing like him He's been my dad since I was six or seven thats ten years.

"Adoption center." She said strongley, "Yeah I remember you got adopted a week after they took that picture and here I am still noone to call mommy or daddy," she said as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Don't say that Nyx is you mother figure now she's chosen you out of all the other people in the world, and I was only adopted because I remindinded heath of Zoey," I said getting sad myself but Heath loved me as his daughter not just because I reminded him of the love of his life.

"Heath?... Zoey, High Priestess Zoey?" I nodded and then i opend my mouth to speak but Nyla cut me off,"I did hear Zoey talking on the phone with a Heath when I went to tell her about this," she turned over her hands and I saw marvalous tatoos they weren't like the ones on Zoeys palms. Her right palm had Nyx cuffing a moon in her hands like the tatoo that was on Shakinah's forehead before she was killed. Shakinah was the High Priestess of all Vamps before she was killed,Zoey had told me the story in detail beyond detail she even told me what she and her killer was wearing but like i could remember. Her ledt palm had remarkable patterns of a rose, which strangely went very well with her name,Nyla Rose.