My first fanfic, hope you enjoy, please review! It's a slow start, I know. Most peeple start reading and hope to begin with a lemon. i think that is just impersonal, you should get to know the characters before they get all lovey dovey. But we do have some passionate kissing. PLEASE REVIEW!

Chapter 1

When The Day Met The Night

"When the moon found the sun, He looked like he was barely hanging on, but her eyes saved his life"- Panic! At The Disco

"Alright everybody, go to lunch, be back at 1:00" Felix, the head trainer said. "And remember..." he waited for us to finish the sentence for him.

"If you're early you're on time, if you're on time, you're late, and if you're late you're in trouble" we droned. Felix nodded in approval and left for his office. Half of the group went to eat, but I stayed behind. We had been practicing fist fighting all morning and I hadn't gotten a chance to visit my favorite station. I practically ran to the knives, eager to throw them. Picking up one, I admired its balance and aerodynamics. The knife was a special weapon to me.

I put down the training knife. It was too dull, too safe. I pulled my favorite knife out of the inside of my jacket. It was 7 inches long and extremely light, not to mention sharp. I threw it at the dummy. Right in the heart, right where it was supposed to land. I never missed. Never. No matter how cocky it may seem, it was a proven fact. I watched the dummy turn into a little boy. I watched his expression as death claimed his warm eyes that turned to stone. The blood seeped out of his chest in a satisfying way. Blinking, I remembered it was just an illusion, I wouldn't be able to kill until I was 18, not to mention 2 more years.

"Why even try to practice?" a scratchy voice snickered behind me. I turned around, seeing that Cato's friend, Derrick, was up to no good.

"You're right," I looked at my shoes innocently. ", maybe I should start putting my skills to use." in one swift movement, I pushed Derrick onto the ground, laying the cold edge of the blade on his neck.

"Alright, so what, you can pin me to the ground." She smiled nervously.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'd like to see you try and take down Cato." Derrick raised his eyebrows. I dug my knees into Derrick's shoulders to hear a satisfying crunch. "Ow!" I smiled in satisfaction. "Tell this little whore to stop!" I felt my face go hot. Only one person called me a whore, my dad, and he was abusive. I couldn't have people from the training center calling me that as well. That was my one weakness.

"Take it back" I growled, digging the blade into his neck and watching the blood roll onto the mat. Derrick gasped. My vision fogged, the way it did when I was angry. I felt my fist make contact with his face before I was pulled off him. The strong arms dropped me back to the ground.

"Clove calm the fuck down, he's just playing" Cato said. He was a very good actor when it came to hiding the relationship. See, the two strongest people in the training center couldn't date. It was a law. OK so maybe it wasn't a law, but it was dangerous and stupid, and that just added to the thrill of it.

"You're gonna pay!" Derrick tried to lunge at me before Cato stopped him.

"Come on dude, let's just go get lunch."

"Cato, show this prick a lesson!"

"Derrick, I'm hungry, let's just go eat" Cato pleaded.

"Getting soft aren't we?"

"Come on Cato, scared I might hurt you?" I mocked. I wouldn't let him go easy on me, I wanted to fight. Cato rolled his eyes, knowing he couldn't avoid fighting me or Derrick would be suspicious.

He lunged at me, slamming me into the ground, just enough to stun me. I smiled. I needed to get my anger out, being the sadist I am. He held my wrists, forgetting to secure my legs. I kneed him in the gut, just enough to make him get off me. He doubled over when Derrick helped him get up.

"Dude, you suck, you aren't trying at all" Derrick wasn't helping. Cato stood on the opposite side of the room, but I had the long distance advantage. I chucked a knife at him, purposefully grazing his cheek until I saw blood. He ran forward, kicked my feet out from under me and successfully knocking the wind out of me. We rolled for a couple moments until he had me in one of his infamous headlocks. He was close enough to whisper to me.

"You okay?" I smiled at the fact that he had let his guard off. I elbowed him, throwing him back. I climbed back on top of him, pinning his arms down.

"Fine, how about you?" I smirked. I pulled out another knife and held it above his throat. He tried to squirm away but I made a small cut on his collarbone. "Dead!" I declared, and Derrick's jaw was on the floor.

"Dude, you just got beaten by a girl" he pointed out.

"Derrick!" Felix yelled from his office.

"Great, time to get a big talking to from Felix." Derrick sighed.

"What'd you do?" I asked.

"Like you really care, but you know the female tribute that's supposed to volunteer with Cato this year?" I nodded "I knocked her up and now she can't go."

"Derrick!" Felix persisted.

"I'll see you later Cato."

"What a dick" I remarked.

"Yeah, I wonder who I'm going to be paired with this year" Cato mumbled. The door to Felix's office clicked behind Derrick and Cato lunged at me, but this time, I let him. He picked me up over his shoulder, carrying me out of the training room and into the hall. When he lowered me to his face, I wrapped my legs around his torso, feeling his body warmth through his shirt. He slammed me up against the wall, his lips crashing into mine.

"Greedy, aren't we" I murmured between kisses.

I slid my hand up his shirt to feel his warm back as he carried us into the bathroom.

We actually met in a bathroom.

I would have never known that Lacey would invite me to her party. We were never close, never friends, and certainly had never talked. I suppose she felt obliged to inviting everyone from the training center to her going away party.

The first thing I noticed were a pile of teenagers wasted and passed out on the living room floor. The rest of the attendees of the party were gathered in the corner of the apartment. I ran over to see what was happening.

Lacey sat across from Kade Kovac. They were both the tributes for the Hunger Games, and considering the reaping was tomorrow, I found them very foolish. Never, in a million years would I show up to the reaping, hung-over. Lacey and Kade were determined to drink as many shots as they could while staring in each other's eyes. I watched Lacey pick the 17th one u and before it reached her lips, she passed out. Kade didn't make it much farther past 17 before crashing.

A group of boys picked up each of them, putting them with the other wasted teenagers. "Who's next?" a girl named Sam asked. The whole group looked around timidly. Most of them had never touched alcohol, for fear their parents would find out. I didn't have parents. Well at least not parents that cared about me. I didn't have to pay attention to tomorrows reaping, so I figured, what the hell. (May I mention that I was 14 when this happened) My competition was Derrick who sucked at shots. He likes to think he's a bad ass, when in fact; he can't even make it past one shot without passing out.

So when Sam signaled for us to start, Derrick made it past 2 (a record for him) before crashing. I was still going strong. I think I made it to 21 or maybe it was 19 or possibly 23. I can't remember. I just remember waking up in the living room surrounded by bodies reeking of alcohol. I felt the alcohol try and resurface and I dashed to the bathroom, flinging the door open and spewing into the toilet bowl.

"Well hi there!" A deep voice said. A muscular boy with electric blue eyes said. He was standing by the sink, washing his hands.

"Hi" I moaned.

"Nice job at shots, Derrick sucks at 'em" he dried his hands. I threw up again, moaning in agony. I felt like shit. I probably looked like shit, which bothered me considering I was in a bathroom with an extremely attractive guy. "My name's Cato"

"Clove" I replied.

"Well, it's nice to meet you. Maybe it would have been nicer to meet you under different circumstances, but hey, this works." He ran his large hands through his dirty blond hair. I dry heaved, much to my annoyance. And he laughed. Cato LAUGHED!

"Shut up"

"Here" he chuckled, putting a wet towel on my forehead. His large hand rubbed circles on my back, reassuringly. "You, my friend won't be able to drive home in this condition. I guess that means I'm stuck with you" I threw up again.

"I'm fine" I groaned.

"Yes, throwing up in a toilet bowl, you're totally fine!" He remarked. "Well I guess if you're fine, I can take this towel back." He pulled it off my forehead, and my migraine resurfaced.

"No, please stay" I pleaded. He smiled.

"Well if you insist" was the last thing I heard before falling asleep.

Yay, okay so please review, tell me how I am doing and if I should continue or not. I'd love to hear from the readers. If I do continue I'll end the chapters in cliff hangers (becasue suspense is a beautiful thing) but this chapter was kind of a basic intro, hope to hear from my lovely readers