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~*DISCLAIMER*~ I Do NOT own the House of Night series or any of the characters! I just use them to make my own plotlines of what I like. Only character I claim is Marielle. =D

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Marielle could hear the sounds of rustling paper as she laid on something soft. She then heard the rustling stop and the click of the door closing as everything went silent.

She opened her eyes to see a tall ceiling extend into the depths of darkness above her. She glanced around with a confused look on her face.

Where was she?She rubbed her throbbing head, squinting through the midnight darkness.

She could make out shadowy outlines of some furniture. She could come to the conclusion she wait in a study of some sort, seeing the shelves of books as the moonlight glinted off the old weathered spines.

She swung her legs off of the side of the soft couch she had been laid on.

Her hands went over a few on the intricately carved designs that embedded the armrest of the couch.

Fire?

Wind?

Earth?

She felt each carved intricately into the dark wood. But she couldn't make out the last one. It wasn't as easy to interpret.

She jumped as she heard the door click open. She squinted and covered her eyes as the lights flickered on overhead.

"Ah, I see out newest addition is awake. Good." A voice said, carrying through the air with pride and importance.

Marielle moved her heard away so she could see this person better. Her eyes were adjusting to the sudden light.

She blinked a few times before her vision came into focus. She looked around the room and found she had guessed correctly. It was a study filled with hundreds of books and papers scattered the floor as if someone had been in a hurry.

The woman who had walked in earlier walked into Marielle's line of vision then. Said woman was wearing a pair of flared jeans that hugged her hips and a tank top that was about the length of her thigh and her hair fell around her shoulders in wavy curls.

In all this woman was beautiful.

Marielle was quiet for several moments before speaking, "Where am I?" She asked, looking around in confusion.

The woman turned and gazed at her, "Look for yourself." The woman said, motioning towards the tall window with her slender hand.

Marielle got up and walked over, peering out between the curtains hesitantly and gasped.

It was a huge campus looking lawn lined with a tall stoned wall. Sidewalks filled with students filing different places lined the grass and stone paved walkways. They were laughing and talking with their school books in their arms along with other things.

"Where…?" she left the question hanging.

"Welcome, my dear, to the Tulsa House of Night."

Marielle looked over to the women in shock. "House of Night? Then that must mean I'm a-"

"Vampyre? Yes." the woman interjected, walking over to stand next to Marielle, her heels clicking against the floor.

"I am Zoey Redbird, high Priestess of this House of Night establishment." Zoey smiled down at Marielle, her face turning soft at seeing Marielle's confused but panicked face.

Marielle looked up from the window to meet Zoey's gaze. "But how…?"

Zoey gazed down at her. "It seems that that particular Tracker was tracking you for some time, Ms. Whitlock." She said, studying Marielle's face like a hard puzzle.

She was getting a sense of deja'vu. She would have to look into this girls file later, though it might just be nothing. Maybe she saw her on the street one day, that had to be it. But this girl looked so familiar it was mind racking.

"Why?" Marielle asked, pushing a lose strand of hair away from her dark chocolate brown eyes.

"Trackers are especially trained to sense a human who our Goddess, Nyx, has special plans for or who they think or sense who might be strong enough to survive the change and would be successful." Zoey looked at Marielle to make sure she understood so far. Marielle nodded in understanding.

"Trackers serve the Goddess though they do not act on there own accord and judgment like the one who marked you did." Zoey glanced over at Marielle. "He says he has no memory of doing it." she said, looking curious.

Marielle did not notice her curious glance for she was to occupied scanning her eyes over the school yard.

She noticed all the masses of kids making there way to a building that looked almost church like. Though she knew it was no church.

"That is the temple of Nyx." Zoey said, seeing her curious gaze at the building. "And I should be there in about five minutes for group circle." She said, glancing at the clock.

Marielle gave her a curious quick glance. Zoey notice this glance and smiled at her softly.

"I am sorry I did not give you a proper introduction but you came at an unexpected time, Ms. Whitlock."

"Marielle." Marielle corrected her. She did not like being called 'Ms.' anything.

Zoey smiled and handed her a file. "Your schedule and current studies are in there. Look through them when you get the chance." Zoey said before turning and opening the door to leave.

"Wait!" Marielle called after her, she needed to be answered one thing.

Zoey turned and looked at her, halfway through the door. "Yes?"

"Why me?" she asked, whispering silently.

Zoey's eyes met Marielle's. "You are unique, Ms. Whitlock." She said, ignoring that she called Marielle 'Mrs. Whitlock.' She took a deep breath. "And unique is something commonly found in the House of Night." Marielle's eyes dropped. "But Marielle?" Marielle looked up. "You are something far beyond original uniqueness."

Marielle studied that thought for a minute. What did it mean? Zoey nodded in acknowledgment and left the room.

Marielle looked down at the file then back to the door. "Ah hell." She said, sighing. "Where am I supposed to go?" She muttered to herself, glancing around.

She heard it thunder outside and she let out a yelp of surprise. The shock shook the room a little it felt like.

She was glad the lights hadn't gone out and she prayed to whoever out there that she didn't jinx it.

She sighed as she tried to calm herself down. She never liked thunderstorms, they always made her want to cry her heart out. Most kids outgrew there stage of being scared of storms. Marielle… not so much of a millimeter.

She grabbed the vanilla colored folder off the ground that she had dropped. She opened it up only to have a few papers fall out.

She sighed internally as she bent over to pick them up.

One was her schedule and the other was a map with a not attached to it. She put the schedule safely back into the folder and unclipped the note from the map.

Dear Ms. Whitlock, She sighed yet again. I am sorry I could not give you the proper tour and explanation but this map should suffice for now. I have given you the day off from classes since it is the day before Winter break. Spend these days wisely getting to know your dorm mates and teachers. I hope you are able to find your way well around campus, if not there is always a teacher around somewhere. Fill out these sheets, get unpacked, and explore the grounds as you wish. That is all I ask.

Blessed Be, High Priestess Zoey Redbird.

Marielle looked the note over once more before placing it safely in the folder along with all the other papers. She would have to read then over when she got to, she guessed, the dorms.

She grabbed her jacket and threw it on buttoning it up and placing the folder underneath, safe and sound. She looked the map over before folding it up and placing that inside her pocket.

She opened the study door and walked out into the hallway, shutting the door securely behind her.

She walked down a flight of stairs to the main door and pushed it open only to be pushed back. She gasped as a gush of wind hurled at her. She slammed the door shut with her eyes wide. She stood there for a few seconds trying to get her breath back.

Joy, she thought.

She sighed before pushing the door open with all her might. It opened a crack before being pushed back a little, she groaned and slipped through the small space still left.

She pulled her hood up over her dark locks and held her face down as she ran down the steps. She made her way to the main walkway, skidding and sliding a little before falling flat on her butt.

"Crap." She muttered and winced. She looked around, water and harsh wind hitting her face making her squint.

She spotted a building not far away and slowly but quickly stood up and took off at a fast pace to the doors. She stopped and grabbed the handle, thankfully, before almost falling again. She tugged with all her might for it to open and it slid open a crack. She slid through like she did the first time and slammed the door shut.

She let go of the handle only for it to slam open. She gasped and tugged the door handle, muttering incoherent phrases as she was getting pummeled by rain.

She finally got the door to stay closed. "God, stay closed!" She muttered as she held it for a few more seconds, making sure it stayed.

She finally let it go when she was positive it would stay and turned around.

She saw a few barrels and targets stacked against the wall. Field house? She thought.

Marielle walked a little forward and heard a thwack. She jumped a little, startled.

She gazed around a corner and saw the origin of the sound. Somebody was practicing his or her Archery. She could tell after gazing a little longer that it was a man. He hit his target with such precision that he split the first arrow in half, straight down the middle.

She cocked her head a little and leaned against the wall. She watched him a little longer, amazed by his skill. She wished to hold a bow again. It had been ages since the last time she had practiced.

"I can sense you there you know." His voice carried over the field making her jump slightly.

She gazed up at him, he was holding the bow and arrow as if aiming. He suddenly let it fly past his face and hit the target dead on. He stood there gazing at it. Marielle stepped forward a little, staring at the target then to the man as he lowered his bow.

"I-I'm sorry. I was heading to the dorms and I think I kinda got lost." she muttered, gazing down.

He turned around then, hearing her nervous voice. He gazed over at the girl who stood a few yards away from him. His gaze softened as he saw her. She was soaked from head to toe and was shivering slightly. Her hair was tussled and dripping from the rain and wind.

"What were you doing out in the storm?" He asked, placing his bow on one of the hooks that lined the wall. "All students are supposed to be attending Circle at Nyx's Temple." He said, turning back around.

"Uh…" She met his gaze then looked back down. "I'm new so I kinda got lost and…" She motioned around. "Voila. I ran in here."

The man smirked and walked over to her with a towel. "Dry yourself off. Your soaked to the bone." he handed her the towel and Marielle took it with a nod of thanks. He watched as she dried her face and hair, she looked familiar somehow.

After drying herself off as much as she could she looked up to meet the man in front of her. "Thank you." She said, smiling a little.

The man shrugged. "No problem."

"Marielle Whitlock." She smiled.

He looked at her for a moment. "James Stark." He said, smiling a little. "I teach archery along with the occasional P.E."

Marielle nodded. "I could guess. Your very good." she said, motioning towards the targets.

Stark smirked. "Its my gift."

"Gift?" Marielle gave him a curious look.

"Some Vampyre have Goddess given gifts. Mine is to not miss my mark." He explained.

She nodded. "Must come in handy." She mused.

Stark shrugged. "At times."

Marielle nodded then noticed the rain had stopped. "Well, um, thank you for the towel James."

"Stark." he corrected her. For some reason he didn't at the usual professor in front of his name. It didn't feel right with this girl.

"Stark." She repeated, smiling. She gazed at him for a few more seconds before nodding and turning to leave.

Before she could get far Stark called out, "Mrs. Whitlock?"

"Marielle," she corrected him, turning around.

"Marielle," He said, smiling. "Welcome to the House of Night." She nodded and continued on her way to the dorms.

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