Ch.1: The New Mark

Erik stared slack jawed at the young fledgling standing before him, or rather at the newly transformed vampyre before him.

He huffed in frustration as the child peered at him through her glorious greens."Dammit why can't I ever get the normal ones?" His voice leaked with aggravation and annoyance. His remark, however, fell upon deaf ears as the girl dropped to the cold night ground. Despite his instinct to leave the girl, he rushed over to her side, scooped her up into his arms and held her close. She was his Mark after all and in the face this abnormal situation he couldn't mess this up. No. He wouldn't mess this up! It's about time he started taking this job a little bit more seriously. His newfound determination fueled him and lit a fire under him, yet he could have never expexted what happened next.

He felt an attraction to her, not romantically, but a magnetic pull that had nothing to do with her beauty, and what great beauty it was. Many wouldn't say beautiful in the traditional sense but he found her to be striking, unique. Even asleep she had an alluring energy and look to her. He stopped his once over of the slumbering girl and tucked the few straggling black hairs behind her ear and began to study the elaborate tattoos that adorned her body. Both red and blue ornaments decorated her olive toned flesh, with marks of every sort. Flames stretched from the corner of her jaw, curving down to the area between her breasts and he forced himself to avert his eyes. This pull of hers! It kept him from prying, from stepping too far with the unconscious vampyre girl. Nearpy perfect looking lines wrapped around her wrists almost like bracelets permanently set in place, however these then branched off into representations of all of the elements that stretched over the full expanse of her exposed arms. Most impressive was her crescent. Nesteled slightly above her brows was a completely filled in half moon; a swirled mix of both red and blue that had an arched off and swirled design that covered half of her face and the underside of her eyes as if it were a mask; almost resenbeling that of the phantom in the Phantom of the Opera. He beamed broadly and knew there was somethig special about her, something undeniably special about her. He could practically feel the Goddess' gifts oozing off of her, leaving something sweet lingering in the air.

He made his way back to the House of Night with the girl in his arms, clutching her tight as she moaned and squirmed in her unconscious slumber. He wasn't sure how her appearance would be taken but he knew for sure that he was meant to Mark her, Nyx herself had confirmed it as he approached the school.

An echo swam through his mind as he neared the building's entrance.

"Well done my son. This gift was not given lightly. She holds great power and you must help her discover what she holds within her. Blessed be child. Blessed be."

This was his second chance; it was his time to prove himself. The Goddess commanded it and so shall it be.