Sorry I've taken so long to update everybody. I haven't had time to write and post at all. This one's pretty short. OK it's really short, but I couldn't think of anything else to put in with this. Plus there's a new, never before seen POV in here. Thanks for sticking with me guys. Again, sorry for the delay. Now go and read this chapter, please. :)

Chapter 7:

Stark

His mind was whirling in circles. The strange way his body had been momentarily out of his control, the murder of those students, Kramisha's poem, repeat. Stark gripped Zoey's hand tighter as Darius drove to the school.

What bothered him most was the way that he felt that the prophetic poem was talking about him, which bothered him more that he was more bothered about his own problems than the three dead teenagers. Which, of course, made him worry more about his own problems. Which only started the cycle all over again.

Stark stifled a sigh. He had to refocus his mind. He glanced at Zoey through his peripheral vision. Her forehead was crinkled up, her face calculating. She was lost deep in thought.

Then Stark, after looking at Zoey, became more worried about her. What if I hurt her? What if that poem was meant as a warning to her to stay away from me?

And so it began anew.

Kramisha

Kramisha sat quietly in the backseat of the Hummer. Yesterday, the car had been full of chatty fledglings. Today, the ride to the House of Night was silent. The deaths of the Rogers High students had been a hard blow to the group. It had risen up the fears that every one of the red fledglings had, not to mention the grief of the loss of innocent lives.

For Kramisha, the deaths had hit her hard. No one else new much of her past, just that she had grown up in Oklahoma, so no one knew that she had attended Rogers High before she was Marked. She felt the tears begin to slide down her cheeks just thinking about it.

Oh no you ain't. No way you gonna let them know 'bout your connections. Too bad telling herself that wouldn't stop the tears.

The names that had flashed across the screen before the reporter came on still haunted her. Dylan James, Kyra Singleton, and Matthew Smith. They were all seniors, her age. Kramisha had grown up with them, been through school with them up until she was Marked their freshman year. The three had been her closest friends and now they were gone. Kramisha could feel her heart breaking.

Kyra. She had been Kramisha's best friend. Even after she was Marked, Kyra had come to visit her at the House of Night. She hadn't cared if Kramisha was human, fledgling, or vampire. To Kyra, Kramisha would always be Kramisha.

Dylan had been Kyra's boyfriend. They had been together since before Kramisha had been Marked. He was a clown and saw humor in any situation. She had always imagined that when he grew old, his face would be covered with laugh lines. Now his face was cold, probably frozen forever with a look of terror in the eyes of her once happy-go-lucky friend.

And Matt. The tears fell more freely down her face as she thought about him and she let them. Matt had been her boyfriend, her first love. He had always made her happy when she was upset, whether she had just been having a bad day or if things weren't good at home. He was her shining star, her personal ray of sunshine. And now he was gone.

Kramisha pulled her knees up to her chest and buried her face in them. She let her tears fall into her jeans. Once she thought they were done she lifted her head to see the House of Night looming in the distance.

Her pain was immediately taken over by her immense anger. They is gonna pay for what they done! No one noticed the momentary flash of red that crossed the Poet Laureate's eyes at that instance.

Yeah like I said, it was short. But I think that Kramisha deserved to have her feelings put out there. Please review, I've enjoyed reading your thoughts.

Just so everyone knows, I'm thinking about writing a fanfic for Inuyasha after Destined's done. I'm also thinking about posting a fanfic about Alice Cullen from Twilight that I started about a year and a half ago. No, I am not a Twihard, but Alice is one of my favorite characters. Let me know if you want me to post that or not. I'm turning my PM back on so you can message me if you want to, or you can put your opinion in a review.