House of Night/No POV

Liran woke up bright and early, or in this case for vampyres, dark and early, to talk to Thanatos about her schedule, which in the tangled up mess of the night before, she did not receive one. Plus she was sure there would be a question or two about her schedule. She knocked on the door to Thanatos' office and a soft 'come in' sounded. The fledgling opened the door and wandered inside a room that had plenty of boxes, seemingly to pack up Neferet's old things. Kalona was standing feet away from Thanatos, who was sitting at her desk. The room looked eerie, liked it needed a new, bright, paintjob. "Hello High Priestess." Liran said automatically, bowing to her as she walked up.

"Liran, you may call me Thanatos you know?" Thanatos began. "And you do not have to bow every time you see me."

"But I must Thanatos. It's the principle of the thing." Looking to Kalona she gave him a greeting. "Hello Kalona."

"Liran." He said in return.

"I'm here for my schedule." Liran said, turning back to Thanatos.

"Ah yes. I received the email for the High Priestess of the London House of Night about the classes you had. You only had five but we do not have one of your classes specifically so in actuality you will have only four class periods." Thanatos handed the fledgling her modified schedule. Liran was glancing at the schedule in wonder of which one of her classes were cut until Thanatos spoke up once more. "I do find it amazing that you took extra classes last year."

"I take it Mistress Annalisa told you of that?"

"Yes. And your… Difficulties in your first two years." Liran inhaled sharply. "I do hope that was alright. Annalisa thought it was important for me to know of it."

"No, not at all Thanatos. It is important for you to know."

Thanatos sighed and stood, revealing her clothing. A dress shirt and some nice jeans, obviously she was just working for half casual, half formal. "If you ever need anything at all Liran, you may come to me. Or even to Zoey and her friends. They will help you."

"Thank you Thanatos. I look forward to getting to know them all."

"They are nice kids. All of them."

"Yes they do seem nice." Liran paused. "If you don't mind me asking… That dark skinned boy I stopped form getting into a fight… Was he once a Raven Mocker?"

Kalona's interest peaked. "How could you tell? You could not possibly have known Rephiam was once a Raven Mocker."

"So he was?" Liran asked. "And no, I didn't know him before, but I could feel it from his spirit. He goes through a very hard change every night does he not?"

"Yes." Thanatos replied for Kalona. "As punishment for his misdeeds he changed into a raven with the sunrise and then back to a boy at nightfall."

Liran nodded. "I knew I felt spiritual change in him. He has a far different spirit as a bird than a human and the change is very obvious in his spirit."

"You truly are a powerful fledgling Liran." Thanatos said suddenly. "You could tell all that, just with a few moments with a person." Liran only nodded.

Kalona spoke up then. "You seem calm talking about my sons. Why is this so?"

"I studied them for a while. Wanting to be a member of the High Council I started to affiliate myself with all beings, Raven Mockers, and even you Kalona, were amongst the beings I have already studied."

"Quite studious."

Liran chuckled. "Yes. Thank you."

Thanatos looked at the clock on her desk and squared off her shoulders. "It is almost time for the announcements. Liran, please make your way to first period now. If you want I can have Kalona show you the way."

"I should be fine. Thank you Thanatos. Goodbye Kalona. Until later." Liran bowed once more and walked out of the room, reading her schedule as she did so.

House of Night/Liran

Blimy! What excitement! Spells and Rituals as my first period! Score! It says here that Beverly Missal is my teacher. I personally never heard of her before but I do hope she is a good teacher. This is my field of expertise and I would be fairly disappointed if I could teach the class better than she. My only issue is that my Music class was cut. Who is there to say that there isn't a class for Music? Though I have Drama, but it simply isn't the same. Perhaps I can speak to Thanatos to teach two classes of Music myself to fill up the spots I have free. Or perhaps just one class so that I can have a study hour. Oh bugger. Either way I have Spells and Rituals first, then no classes until fourth, Drama, then lunch, Spanish, and finally Equestrian Sciences. Overall I am happy with my new schedule; just the no Music class is bringing me down.

I get to first period and I am the first one there (minus the professor of course) which means I have time to talk to the professor. "Excuse me? Mistress Missal?" I called out to her.

She looked up at me and smiled. "Why hello. And you are?"

"Liran Sanders, I am the new student." I handed her my schedule for confirmation.

"Seems like you are. Let me get you your books and tell you where we are currently in the lesson."

We talked for a moment, getting to know each other a bit more. We especially talked about her tattoos with the musical notes and found that we both have a fondness for music. She too was upset about the lack of a true Music class but no bother. I only made others look bad in that class anyway. We laughed and chitchatted, finding that she too had a slight affinity for spirit. It had seemed that, even if she is a bad professor that I had found my favorite professor, besides Thanatos of course.

Fledglings started to arrive, those that came in early, and then the announcements rung, stating what was for lunch and such normal stuff. The bell rang for students to get to their class and my first day at the Tulsa House of Night officially began.

House of Night/Liran

After first period (it had seemed that I worried for nothing, though I had already gone over the topic with me old High Priestess and Spells and Rituals master Annalisa). It was then came my two hours of absolutely no classes. During the first class change I saw a few of Zoey's friends from last night as well as Rephiam and a blonde, curly hair red vampyre. I was slowly starting to piece different scenarios of what might have happened that would allow Nyx to grant such an honor of being human, even if he must change into a raven for his misfortunes and sins. I sat on a bench under a tree and thought (and people watched to be honest) as the minute bell rang. As the late bell rang I sighed and pulled out my iPod to search for some music to hear. Seeing as I was knew I could not do much of anything else. I could have gone to visit Amiron, but I'll do that with the next period.

It was as I put the headphones in did I feel another presence above me. I did not move or give off any sign that I noticed him; for it was a male I could feel it. Instead I worked on feeling his spirit and reading him. I knew exactly who he was and thus felt no fear. As Jessie J played in my ears I started to know a lot more about him before I decided that what I was doing was technically an invasion of privacy and stopped. Instead I vouched to actually strike up a conversation. "You know, I do feel your presence. You can't possibly hide from me." From above (and even through my music though I admit, I never play my music loud in fear of tinnitus) I heard sounds of a startled shuffle. I couldn't help but giggled. I had startled him. What an ironic turn of events. I turned my head towards the tree and looked for movement or eyes. I found both. "You are Nisroc aren't you? Your father and I were talking about you yesterday night."

"My father?" Nisroc hissed out in inquiry.

"Yes. But no need to fear," I said, turning off my music and standing. "It wasn't anything bad. He was just wondering why I haven't revealed you." He didn't reply but instead moved further into the tree. I sighed and gave myself a little spirit before abandoning my items on the bench and climbing up the tree. Nisroc moved quickly away and was moving as if he were to fly away. "Wait! Hold up!" I yelled reaching out to him without a second thought. "I just want to talk. I'm bored as bloody hell here." I carefully positioned myself so that my back was to the trunk of the tree and I was looking up at him since I could not climb to the branch he was on since it was too thin for me. We stared at each other for what seemed like hours before I cracked a grin. "Crickey!" I said, my accent coming out strongly. "You Raven Mockers are far creepier in real life. You're just so big! I never thought that…" My words faded out into nothing and his stare soon shifted from a near visible fear to confusion. My grin grew larger. Despite all I've read and perceived Raven Mockers do seem to show a lot of emotion. Or perhaps it was because he was the second born behind Rephiam (a little piece of information I discovered in my 'invasion of property'). "Well? It takes two to talk mate."

Nisroc shifted uncomfortably and I could not help but feel a bit guilty for pressing. For all these years, centuries even, they have been frowned and looked down upon and been perceived as monsters. I being a huge advocate for 'monsters' and my personal belief in that people can be different than perceived, I just could not accept that he was a beast for horrid proportions, not when he was showing discomfort and nervousness in the way he moved. "I am Liran Sanders." I said slowly extending a hand out. "I come from the Britain, well, technically Ireland, but my family moved when I was very young so…" I shrugged and giggled to myself. "Hell, I'm from the UK, let's just leave it like that shall we?"

The Raven Mocker looked at my extended hand as if it just erupted into a can of worms or some insane nonsense. I sighed and started to retract my hand back when his hand slowly came out and took mine gingerly. This was another thing that surprised me. They have always been perceived with claws or talons for hands, I could see that it was right for the feet, and the head was indeed bird and the body was covered in pitch black feathers, and despite my spiel on not believing everything I read in myths in legends until actually seeing it for oneself, I still was hoping that they had claws. But there was something behind our touch that made my spirit become aflame. My chest started to feel heavy and my body became increasingly tense and I could feel my eyes brighten with spirit. He released my hand since the sudden change in brightness in my eye must have started him and the warmth that he gave off was suddenly gone and I felt normal, well, partially. I still felt as if my chest was heavy.

"Oh…" I groaned, not liking at all this new feeling. "Goddess…"

"You… Alright?" Nisroc asked me which sadly surprised me.

"Yes. I just feel…"

"Sssstrange?" He hissed out.

"Yeah." I answered simply.

We stared at each other and then the bell rang scaring me out of my wits end. I screamed and started to fall off the branch, in fact I did fall. I expected to crash into the bench below or the ground but instead I was caught by strong arms and was cradled in a chest full of feathers. I opened my eyes and looked up into the dark red eyes of the Raven Mocker who saved me. "T-thank you." I stuttered out faintly. He only nodded and set me down on my feet. Soon fledglings were coming out into our area and I started to panic. "You must go if you want to remain hidden! Go Nisroc! Go!"

"You are… Fine?" He asked me.

"Yes perfectly. Just go! Please!" Without another moment Nisroc shot up into the sky causing a bit of wind to circulate around me. I stood there, fledglings changing class before me, laughing, joking, kissing, whatever, and I just stood there wondering what in the world processed me to beg Nisroc to leave.

House of Night/No POV

The bell had rung for classes to end and fledglings left their classrooms, some in a hurry, others slowly while they collected their things and waited for friends. Zoey, Stark, Rephiam and Stevie Rae met up in one area immediately after class ended. "Howdy y'all." Stevie Rae greeted as she and Rephiam walked up, holding hands, to the already waiting Stark and Zoey.

"Hey Stevie Rae." Both Zoey and Stark said at the same time.

"Hey Rephiam." Stark greeted Rephiam. The two had switched back to their originally second period sword class but Rephiam went one way to meet up with Stevie Rae while Stark did the same with Zoey.

"Hello Stark. Zoey." Rephiam said in greeting, their conversation a bit rushed due to the short time between classes.

"So, hey," Zoey began, "what do you guys think about the new girl? I mean, she's obviously really powerful. Did you see what she did last night?"

Rephiam nodded. He was able to feel the extent of her power first hand. How her eyes and even her voice held power over him and forced him and Dallas to end their impending fight prematurely. "She is very powerful. Yet there's something else. Last night as she stopped the fight I could feel part of her being."

"How so Rephiam?"

"I don't know how to explain it…" Rephiam said slowly, his voice fading out as he thought. "It was much like a bond almost but obviously there's nothing there. It was as if I could feel what she was feeling and get a small read on her personality but it wasn't completely there."

"I could feel it too." Stark added. "When we got there, I could feel a strong emotion in the air, but there was like… I don't know. Kindness with some lingering feeling." Rephiam nodded in agreement.

Stevie Rae sighed and rubbed the back of her neck. "I really don't know y'all but what I do know that if we don't get a move on we'll soon be late for third period."

"Oh shoot!" Zoey said as she glanced at her phone's time. "Stevie Rae's right. We've gotta get to class."

"Alright then." Stark said. "I guess we'll see each other at lunch, along with the others. We'll continue this conversation then."

"Sounds like a plan." Stevie Rae commented. The four friends said their goodbyes and went their separate ways to their third periods.


PLEASE REVIEW! Sorry for the short Zoey/Gang moment. I was hoping to make it longer but I just decided to put it as a completely different chapter so, case in point, the next chapter is the lunchtime conversation with more Thanatos/Kalona moments and hopefully a Lenobia/Travis.

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