Chapter One
Jennah Hanson,: The popular girl in a small, redneck Oklahoma town. Her perfect long blond curls were the envy of every girl in school. Girls wante to be her, the boys wanted to be with her.
She had grown up with her mother who used to be a prostitute in Tulsa where she met Jennah's father, nowt he mayor of said city. He was rich, lived in a mansion with his perfect wife while their daughter was Marked as an outcast-a vampyre fledgling.
For keeping the affair, and Jennah a secret from the press, Alice Hanson was given a handsome amount of money, and Jennah was always bought the best of the best.
The year of her junior year had just began, only the second week in when the man came, right in the middle of her Shakespear class.
The teached had just begun reading Hamlet when the door burst open.
Even though Jennah couldn't recognize who the man was, there was no mistaking what he was.
The sapphire blue crescent moon and knotted tattoos masking his face shouted not only vampyre, but vampyre Tracker.
She stiffened as his eyes locked with hers. "Jennah Hanson! 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!"
He pointed his bone colored finger at her, her forehead exploding in a burning pain.
That was when she blacked out.
A few minutes later, Jennah opened her eyes, seeing her classmates eyes wide, crowded around her. The teacher was crouched down next to her, staring at Jennah's forehead in wonder and curiosity.
"I called your mother," she spoke, almost dreamily. "You should go wait for her downstairs."
As she stood up, the students cringed awa from her. From adoration to fear in just a few short minutes, that had to be a new record.
Jennah all but ran from the classroom, dizzy as well as her stinging forehead, as if a hundred bees had stung her over and over.
Instead of going town to the lobby, she pushed her way into the girls bathroom and headed straight for the mirror.
Her throat was dry as she looked at her pale features in the mirror, the sapphire outline shone against her pale skin. "Oh my fuck," she groaned.
Jennah sat in her mother's car an hour later, they had just arrived in Tulsa and were almost to the House of Night.
Her mother hadn't said anything the whole trip, though she did look at her daughter every few minutes. Jennah knew what her mother was worried about: Jennah's half sister lived at the House of Night.
They drove through the dark gates, even though it was still morning.
Her mother parked and got out of the car as Jennah did, both shaking.
"Welcome to the House of Night!" A beautiful female voice said from the large oak doors.
Okay so this is a story that me and my friend, Jimmie, wrote together. We've already filled up one notebook and are working on getting the other one filled. I asked him two days ago if I could put it up here and guess what? HE SAID YES!
I hope you like it and please review!