Hey everybody!

Sorry it's been so long, but my week's been hectic to hell! My finals for school were up and of course I had, like, a billion graduation parties.

Also, I've been encouraged to WRITE A BOOK! I've been working on that for a while now. I'm working on Chapter 8 and I have 41 pages!

For you guys, I'm trying out a new style. It's from Stevie Rae and Rephaim's point of views. I'm not sure how great it is, so comment if you don't like it. And comment if you do. I'll be posting a ton this summer.

REMEMER: I DO NOT OWN THE HOUSE OF NIGHT SERIES! P.C. AND KRISTIN CAST DO!

Dr Horrible: Peace...But not literally... *turns off tv/video camera*

Chapter 10

Stevie Rae

Stevie Rae trudged down a flight of stairs to what one of Sgiach's warriors called 'her' room. It was underground, and that was good. But she felt something missing. Her red fledglings. She flipped open her phone. Three missed calls and six texts. All of them from Kramisha. The green numbers illuminated on her phone said that it was nearly five in the morning. That meant it was eleven in the morning in Tulsa. Stevie Rae thought about it, then typed in Kramisha's speed dial. This was much too important to wait.

The second Stevie Rae heard Kramisha's sleepy "H'lo?" she started shouting.

"Zoey's pregnant!"

"What?" Kramisha's voice wasn't sleepy anymore. "This is the poem, right? Cuz if it is, I didn't think it would happen so soon!"

"Oh, right. You were the one who told us about the prophecy. It's been so long…" Stevie Rae paused. "We're pretty sure it's about Zoey. She seemed okay with it, but Stark freaked a little."

"Who wouldn't?"

"True. But most vamps wouldn't freak enough to shoot their High Priestess with an arrow. And no vamp has kids."

"He shot Zoey? Why?"

"Like I said, he was freaked out. That's all that happened here. Is there anything happening over there in Tulsa?"

"With us? No. The teachers and students? Nothing new. Nicole? We haven't heard from her. But Dallas? He said you had news. Big news. And that you needed to tell us when you got back."

"He's lying. You know he's gone Dark."

"Yeah, but the way he said it, it didn't sound like he was lying." Kramisha's voice was questioning.

"I don't have a secret, Kramisha. If I did, I'd tell y'all. But I don't. I can tell you're tired, Kramisha," said Stevie Rae, changing the subject. "Why don't you go back to sleep and I'll go to sleep here."

"Fine. But something weird is up. I can tell." Kramisha hung up. Stevie Rae closed her phone and put it down on her bed. She sighed. Even after calling Kramisha, there was still the missing feeling. Maybe…

No. She shouldn't. But it might solve the missingness. She flipped her phone open again and pressed the little green button.

"Stevie Rae," hissed Dallas's voice. "Did you finally leave that fucker? I told you that you'd always be my girl."

Stevie Rae hung up quickly and threw her phone across the room. Why did she ever want to call Dallas? He was Dark now. But even so, she knew who she was missing now.

"Rephaim," she whispered. "I really wish you were with me right now, Rephaim." Stevie Rae could feel her head nodding and she dropped off to sleep.

Rephaim

It was six in the morning on the island of Capri. Rephaim was sitting by the coast, watching the sun rise. At least on Capri, he didn't have to hide. A gentle morning fog was rolling in off the sea.

"Rephaim…" a voice call to him from the crumbling palace. He spread his wings and took flight up to the highest balcony. The fog was rolling in faster now. Within minutes it would envelope him. "Rephaim…" the voice said again.

"Yes?" he asked. This was odd. There was nobody here. The fog began to brush his ankles.

"Rephaim…" came the voice a final time. The fog had completely wrapped around him.

"What is it?" he cried to the sky. "I command you to tell me who you are and what you want!"

The wind began to whip around him, ruffling his feathers. It was a mini tornado and Rephaim was in the center of it. The air was stolen from him and he fell to his knees, choking, struggling to breathe. "No one commands the goddess," the voice said sharply. Then, as suddenly as it had started, the wind stopped. A woman stepped out from the fog. "Welcome, Rephaim," she said.

"I know who you are," he spat. "Nyx. It wasn't enough to throw my father out of your realm, you had to do it twice. I do not worship you."

"And you hold a vendetta." It was a statement. " I haven't come to talk to you about that. It's about my daughter." Nyx waved her hand through the fog. An image showed on the gray screen. "Stevie Rae Johnson. She's wanting you, Rephaim. She wishes you were with her. It's not going to be easy being her consort, so if you are going to break your Imprint, break it now."

"Why are you telling me this?" he asked her.

"I'm telling you this because while I don't like it, I accept it." Nyx took a deep breath and continued. "She's in trouble, Rephaim." The picture of Stevie Rae sleeping was replaced with a person Rephaim had only seen once before. "My son, Dallas Anderson, has accepted Darkness. Of course, you already know this. You were there. But he hasn't gotten over what he saw. He wants to hurt her until she promises to be his, and only his. Then he has been ordered to kill her." Dallas's picture disappeared. "Help her, Rephaim." Then Nyx turned and walked into the fog.

"Wait! Nyx!" cried Rephaim. "How am I supposed to help her?" But the goddess was already gone.