I just want to start this chapter by saying, yes I have already uploaded this fic under a different name (Son of Night) and finished it. Spoiler alert, I hated it. The writing was not something I was proud of. So I have decided to rewrite it with a different plot line and less daunting character count. Some changes with this story are time line. It's still just before Marked but it is also right after The Battle of Manhattan. So Heroes of Olympus has not started but there may be references to it has the story goes on. This is also extremally canon divergent as end game ships in the two IPs do not hold any weight. I am writing to make myself happy :) I do however hope you enjoy it as well. Happy Reading!

Let's start this story off simple. If you're reading this, you know that I was Perseus Jackson; Son of Posideon, and Sally Jackson, stepson of Paul Blofis. The child of the Big Three that had the fate of the world on my shoulder when I turned 16. What you don't know and wouldn't know is that my life took a hard right into being painfully unfair when school started the next school year after the titan war. So, sit down and grab a cup of coffee while I tell you about how I got wrapped into some cosmic bull shit this time.

It was a few weeks into September, and my stepdad and I were in the school counselors office of Goode High School. Paul was a well-respected English Teacher at Goode- well-respected as a public school teacher could be. So I was trying my best to focus on what the counselor was saying- but it was shit I've heard at every school and could resight in time while I covered my ears. I was positive I was sick with the flu or something, which should have been impossible due to the Curse of Achilles. Now, I would have stayed home, but I couldn't afford to do just that. I already missed weeks of school due to the nightmares that kept me up from the titan war. The images of Annabeth taking a fatal blow for me, the faces of those we lost haunted my dreams. It made me not want to sleep, so I just didn't. Until recently, when those dreams changed. I sit alone in an open field, the moon and stars shining a bright, comforting glow onto me while a voice similar to my mom's tells me it will all be okay. I was finally getting a good night's rest.

My sleep wasn't my counselor's concern; instead, her concern was directed at my missed school days. Even though I was an all-B student. I could hear Paul's words become more strained as he explained how it shouldn't be a concern as I still made sure to get the work done and on time. It was all going as well as it could until Paul stood up and took a deep breath, and smiled.

"Debbie, you are a fantastic colleague, but in all due respect, this meeting is unnecessary and extremely disrespectful." Paul's words caused the room to grow quiet and still. He straightened out his button-down shirt and then motioned for me to exit the room.

So I did. I closed the door and heard Paul's voice raise. I saw that as my cue to walk to my locker and gather my things. The halls were quiet as I walked, coughing, causing my lungs to burn. Typically multiple students were staying after school for clubs and sports. It seemed like everyone decided to take a day off except for the guy next to my locker watching. I probably should have become alarmed, but something kept my typical paranoia at bay. Allowing me to open my locker and gather my textbooks into my backpack while holding back gross wet coughs that burned my lungs. I closed the door, put my bag on my shoulder, and looked up to see the guy.

He had pail skin and sapphire tattoos framed his face and met at the crescent moon on his forehead. His eyes seemed to stare into me like he was looking at my soul directly. I didn't get to really process what was happening as he raised his hand, focusing it on me. That's when he spoke;

"Perseus Jackson, Night has chosen thee. Harken to Deaths' sweet voice. Your journey begins at the House of Night."

Suddenly I had a piercing headache that distracted me from the words said. I dropped my bag and drew my hands to face trying to figure out what was happening. Okay, so I knew what had just happened, but I was deep in denial. There was no doubt that I was just marked by a vampyre (yes, vampyre) Tracker. Apparently, the goddess of the night decided she needed to have the son of the sea god as one of her "children." At least I knew why I was so sick. I was dying.

"Percy, are you okay?" It was Paul's voice, cue my mild panic attack and him turning me around to face him. His eyes got wide, then pulled him into a hug. "Alright, the first thing we are doing is getting you home." Paul picked up my bag and put his arm on my back to lead me outside. The lights had all of a sudden got really bright, and I struggled to keep my eyes open. As we got into the family car, I sat in the passenger seat and heard Paul talking over the phone. I could listen to my mom's voice grow in worry as Paul tried his best to explain what was going on. I felt like crying. I wanted to curl up in my mama's arms and cry. I wanted her to tell me it was going to be okay- even though we both knew that wasn't for sure.

The one thing that stands out to me is that I didn't even think about Annabeth and how she would take the news. I was just worried about my mom. That didn't change until we had gotten to our apartment complex. I remember how warm that first hug felt. My mom immediately wrapped me in a warm tight hug which I melted into. When she let go, she turned my face to look at the crescent moon outline that I was sure was present on my forehead. She looked past me to what I assumed to be Paul, and I heard the front door close.

"Percy, are you okay?" My mom asked me as her full attention was on me. I looked at her and saw the worry in her eyes under the concern she had for me.

I shook my head, a lump in my throat and my chest burning. "No," I said as I felt my cheeks start getting wet. "Everything is going too fast, I hurt all over, and I don't even know how to tell Annabeth what has happened." The words just fell out of my mouth, and right after, I started another coughing fit.

That didn't stop my mom from brushing the tears off my cheeks. "Don't worry about telling Annabeth." She told me as I felt my chest getting tighter. "Go and start to pack at least a suitcase with your clothes. Paul is going to find the fastest root to the New York house of Night; I am going to make you something to ease your throat from this coughing."

I nodded, trying to hold back another fit before my saint of a mom removed her hands from my face, and she moved to the kitchen, going to the cupboard. I made my way to my room, getting out the suitcase under my bed packing my clothes. I don't know what it was about, but being alone to pack made me relax, and the coughing didn't hurt as bad. Well, until I grabbed the CHB t-shirt from my closet. So many memories in one article of clothing. So many potential memories that wouldn't ever see the light of day. The dam broke once again; I just fell to the floor holding the t-shirt and started to cry.

I never knew what my future was going to be. All I did know is that I wanted Annabeth to be a part of it- but that want doesn't seem to be possible with this change I was being forced to go through. What was she going to think? Would she want to continue our relationship? Was it fair for me to desperately hope that answer is yes? I started sobbing to the point my whole body was shaking, and my coughing fits came more frequently. I began to feel like I couldn't breathe, so I quickly took off the hoodie I was wearing. That was when I felt my mom's hand on my back as she started to rub it in circular motions like she did when I was little.

I started to calm down, and she took the t-shirt out of my hand, which caused me to look up as she packed it into the suitcase. She gave me a patient smile grabbing the travel mug that smelled like mint tea and ginger handing it to me as she sat down next to me.

"Leave it to my son to be able to get all his clothes into a single carry-on suitcase." She said with a chuckle, clearly trying to make me feel better. "I put some honey in the tea; it should soothe your throat. Paul has worked out the best route for the trip. Shouldn't take longer than 20 minutes- gods willing, we won't have to deal with New York traffic."

I chuckled a bit and held the travel mug in my hands. "Why does this stuff keep happening to me?" I got out, a cold chill racing through my body.

"I don't know," My mom said, and I didn't have to look at her to know she was holding back her own tears. "I wish I knew; I wish I had all the answers for you."

I stood up slowly and steadied myself against my bed as I felt very dizzy. "We probably shouldn't stall this trip," I said softly, and I felt my mom bring me into a hug.

"Percy," She said softly, holding me close. "You're going to be; everything will be okay."

Paul was right. It took us 20 minutes to get to the House of Night. I'm sure Paul would get a ticket a couple of times, but he didn't. By the time we got to the House of Night, I had finished the tea my mom had made for me, so I had left the mug in the car. Not like I was going to need it. I got out of the backseat and looked over at the big building that seemed to loom over me. I felt my mom put her arm around me, and I grabbed my suitcase from her. The three of us walked in through the main doors, and it was like a magic spell washed over me. Or, more appropriately, it felt like I just drank some nectar and ambrosia after a long battle. My lungs stopped burning, and I didn't have an urge to cough. I got so distracted by myself, instantly feeling better, that I didn't notice the tall woman with dark hair and emerald eyes.

"A pleasure to meet you; I am Sally Jackson." I looked over and saw my mom shaking the women's hand. The woman had vampyre Tattoos that framed her face in a wave-like pattern. Meeting at the filled-out crescent moon circling like it was in a whirlpool. "This is my son Perseus Jackson and my Husband Paul Blofis."

The woman nodded and had a gentle smile. "We've been expecting Perseus. My name is Antiope; I am the High Priestess of this House of Night. It is significantly rare for a Demigod to be marked by our goddess. If it is any comfort, you won't have to worry about the monsters as you go through the change and eventually complete it."

"Excuse me?" I asked as the three of us went quiet, and Antipoe started to chuckle- but kindly. Like how a teacher chuckles when a kid gets really surprised by a simple scientific fact- like vinegar and baking soda causes a bubbly reaction.

"I see that Camp Half-Blood still has a horrible habit of not telling its campers everything," Antiope said gently. "Vampyre's can see through the mist that the hidden world of Demigods and Gods is under. So as a truce of some sorts, we vampyres have agreed to keep that world a secret, and the gods let us have our peace. The monsters leave us alone because our scent repeals them instead of enticing them."

"So, I'm safe as a vampyre?" I asked, and Antiope nodded with a smile.

"Yes, though technically, you are only a fledgling until you make the change and get your full mark."

"I guess this is more of a blessing than I thought," I said, which caused my mother and Paul to chuckle a little bit, clearly relaxing.

"Indeed, now Sally and Paul, I want you both to know that you have my vow and word that Perseus will be well taken care of here," Antipoe said, placing her right hand in a fist over her heart. "I will personally see that if anything changes, it is for the better."

I looked over at Paul and my mom, and they both immediately pulled me into a hug. "You call us if your nightmares come back."

Paul whispered into my ears, and my mom kissed my cheek. "We are just a phone call away if you need to talk."

I hugged them tighter I breathing became shaky as I felt the tears welling up. "Okay," I said as the dam of tears. My mom ran her thumb on my cheek and smiled.

They both left, and I turned around to see Antipoe with her hands cupped in front of her. "Come, Perseus. We have more things to discuss regarding your future here at the House of Night."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, and she chuckled again.

"No need to be so formal when we are alone," Antipoe said as she led me into her office. "You and I are brother and sister after all."

"We're what!?" I exclaimed as she closed the door.

"Don't be alarmed," Antipoe said, smiling as she pulled out some paperwork. "I was born in 1850 and was marked in 1866 making the change in 1870."

"You look surprisingly well," I said, and Antipoe couldn't hold back her laughter.

"So will you when you turn 159." She said and handed me a book. "This is your fledgling handbook. I recommend that you carry it with you if you have any questions. You'll find that this book explains that vampyres have extended lifespans that really only end in tragedy. You won't find a vampyre that has died of natural causes."

"Sounds like the Hunters of Artemis," I said offhandedly, looking at the cover and looking up to see Antipoe nodding.

"A very similar trade-off," Antipoe said as she placed some documents facing me on the desk. "Now time for some paperwork. As a fledgling, you become legally emancipated from your guardian. You can legally change your name to start your new life, so Perseus, is there a name you wish to legally be known as?"

I didn't have to think long when she asked me that question. I mean, I do (typically) correct people that I go by Percy, not Perseus, when they use Perseus.

"Percy Blofis," I said, and Antipoe smiled and handed me what looked like a school schedule. It was one, so I started to read it, curious about what type of classes fledglings had to take.

Percy Blofis, Entering Third Former, 09/15/2009

Okay, I'll admit it did freak me out that it was dated five days before I was marked and had the name I chose to change it to. That, however, didn't really keep my interest for long as I read the list of classes and times I would take them.

1st hour - 8pm - Vampyre Sociology 101 - Rm. 312 - Prof. Antipoe

2nd hour - 9pm - Drama 101 - Performing Arts Center - Prof. Cassiopia

or

Sketching 101 - Rm. 215 - Prof. Dio

or

Intro to Music - Rm. 214 - Prof. Merrida

3rd hour - 10pm - Lit 101 - Rm. 216 - Prof. Demeter

4th hour - 11pm - Fencing - Gymnasium - Prof. Mars

LUNCH BREAK

5th hour - 1am - Spanish 101 - Rm 314 - Prof. Luciana

6th hour - 2am - Parkour- Roof - Prof. Jason

I looked back up, and Antipoe must have noticed the confused look on my face because she kindly explained the schedule to me. "We vampyres are a nocturnal people. Even now, I suspect you feel miles better than you did before you arrived, yet you still feel tired and worn out." I nodded even though she didn't ask it as a question. "So classes start at 8pm, and end at 3am. It is currently 5:30pm, and most of our students are asleep in their dorms. They should all be up around 6pm to get ready for their day." She smiled at me and stood up from her desk to put the documents away. "Let's give you a small tour."