Sorry, everyone! I meant to have this up, like, three days ago, but Fanfiction screwed up. Seriously, this is the first time ANYONE's been able to login (At least on my server.)

"Come on, baby. We'll get you there," My mother held me close, letting me cough into her shoulder. "Aw, Gen, you'll be okay," She cooed while stroking my hair. Janice looked up as we walked by.

"Everything all right?" Her voice was sympathetic, yet her eye screamed suspicion. Mom just nodded and kept me walking. The magical doors opened and she searched the parking lot for her little 1995 Crown Victoria. Finally, she spotted the pretty, green car. I sat down inside it, just wanting to get to the House of Night.

"Sweetheart, now I'm sure you want to know how Erik is," My mother began. I sat there in confusion. She couldn't possibly know any more than could she? It was impossible! "Genevieve, last I heard, he has completed the change and is some kind of professor now,"

"Drama, no doubt," I mused. Erik had always been such a drama king.

Mom just chuckled. "Probably. That's all I heard, though and that was about two years ago," Two years? It had been so long. Would he still be there? If he wasn't, I had a snowball's chance in Hell of making it.

"We're here," Mom said in monotone. "I'll walk you in." Walk me in? My God, it's like Kindergarten all over again. Despite that, I just nodded solemnly. Looking up, I finally saw the House of Night. It was beautiful, like a medieval cathedral. It had seven-foot walls surrounding the main building, which I could only assume was the school. Made of red-brown bricks and castle-like, it was almost too much to take in. The time was about 7 o'clock, so behind it was a gorgeous pink sunset. I was, to say the least, in awe.

As soon as I stepped inside the building, I felt much better. Not completely healed, but it was definitely a start. I looked around. A woman was looking straight at me, yet not saying a word. She had long, dark hair and tan skin. Her gaze was just so intense. I shifted nervously. Whoever she was, she sure did have a sense of power about her. Stifling a laugh, she covered her mouth. It was like she could read my mind...creepy. "Hello, I am Zoey, high priestess of the Tulsa House of Night," She stuck out her hand.

"Hi, Ms...," I was at a loss for words.

"Just call me Zoey for now." Her eyes twinkled as if she knew something I didn't.

"Well, uh, hello. I'm Genevieve Night,"

"And I'm Ellen Night, her mother," Mom stuck out her hand. Ugh, don't be all "executive" here, Momma!

"Nice to meet you. Sorry, but I'm really short on time and Genevieve still needs her tour. Mrs. Night, you will have to leave." Zoey just sort of shrugged at Mom. "You can, however, come back next Thursday for visiting night," She continued.

"Um, alright then." Momma looked fairly shocked. Then she turned to me. "Bye, baby! I'll call Daddy and tell him okay. Call us anytime, please." Tears welled up in eyes. Aw, I was going to miss her! Stepping forward, I gave her hug, something I rarely do.

"Bye Momma," And with that, Zoey took my hand and led me through a door into a large courtyard.

The field was filled with many different kids, all around my age. Boys, girls, androgynous figures; If it existed, it was here. Everyone had long, long hair and fingernails. Vampyre thing, maybe? Zoey began speaking "Okay, Genevieve, this is the courtyard, where many spend thei-" I cut her off.

"Um, can we just skip the tour. I'm pretty self-suffient." Okay, that was a lie, I really just wanted to take a nap.

"Sure. Any questions, though?" She smiled like she knew that I desperately NEEDED to know about Erik. And, of course, about all those "death" rumors I've heard.

"Um, yeah," I decided to go simplest first. "So, is it true that if you don't process the change that you..." I couldn't even finish. Luckily, Zoey knew exactly what I was talking about.

"In a way, yes. Your humanity dies, while you are physically still alive. However, you can regain your humanity and complete the change in a special way. Professor Johnson, the more or less 'principal' of the undead fledglings, can tell you more about this. Anything else?"

"Uh, yeah. I was kind of wondering about my brother who sent here a few years ago...is Erik Night still around?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, yet failing miserbly. Zoey smirked.

"Why, yes, he is. He's the Drama Professor and one of your teachers, along with his wife,"

Wife? I thought. When did Erik get married? Damn, they really don't tell us anything! "Who, may I ask, is his wife?" I inquired.

"Why don't you talk to him about it?" Zoey pointed off at a tall, dark-haired man who was smiling and waving wildly. Dammit, was Erik always this embarrassing?

A/N Okay, pretty bad, I know. I need my damn book! Winging it is clearly not working for me. By the way, what is the name of the fledglings' adviser vampyre? I seriously am SPACING OUT! Review and tell me what you thought. Also, Shyn, I will try to make the chapters as long as possible, however, I'm just one of those people who write in little chunks. I do update often, though!