A short Memo for all you wonderful readers: So I totally apologize for how long this took to get out. I blame it on finals. College eats away at your soul. :D But just the same I hope you enjoy.

"Faith finish up all your classes and then come and see me after okay?" Topaz says sweetly to me, and then turns to Erik, "Take Faith to her next class. And if I were you I would start resolving your differences now, because it would seem things are not going to be settling down any time soon. Things just keep piling up, first Neferet then all these red vampires, now a purple fledgling," Topaz sort of started rambling to herself towards the end, going on about how the lack of order was going to drive her crazy. Both Erik and I took that as a good sign to leave.

I followed him down the hallway in silence. I mean what was I supposed to say to the guy, I mean Professor, that almost drank me dry? Oh it happens all the time, don't worry about it. That would be a lie though, because it definitely did not happen, ever. Not to mention that the whole thing was a seriously sexual experience. He had his hands up my shirt, a professor! Zoey's boyfriend. Crap. What was she going to think? At least thinking about what happened with Erik was a step up from thinking about what happened with Stark, so maybe if I could just begin a conversation it would stay like that.

"So I was evil in this dream of yours?" I ask out of nowhere. Right. It's smart to bring up the one topic that made him go all crazy on me in the first place. Smooth.

"Yes."

Silence fell between us again. How far away was my bloody class anyways?

"What happened back there, well it shouldn't have happened. And I don't know how…"

His voice trails off. I take a look up at his face. He looked like he was almost in pain, and partially disgusted with himself. Not that I was too pleased with him either, but I knew somehow what happened between us was not normal. And somehow it related to the red vampires. Who knew that I would have to turn into some sleuth detective once I started making the Change. Because from the looks of it so far everything about my Change is one hell of a mystery.

"Look, Professor Knight." I say, grabbing his arm. He stops abruptly; probably startled I was touching him. "As long as you stop with the whole I am going to kill everyone attitude, I don't care what happened back there. I am alive, so woo-hoo for me. Just stop hating on yourself okay?"

He looks at me like he had never seen me before. Which in essence maybe he truly hadn't considering that stupid dream of his had him blinded to the real me. I am totally lovable.

"You're unusual Faith. But I can agree to that." He says stopping in front of a door. I look at it with disdain. There on the door was a sign that said Welcome to the World of Spanish.

"Wait. I wasn't enrolled in Spanish. Why am I here?" I ask trying to control my temper.

"Topaz thought it better that you took this instead of Equestrian Studies. Don't kill the messenger." He adds noticing my face growing dark. And it didn't go by unnoticed that he had just made a joke with me, but I was very very unhappy. Seriously? The one thing I was glad to leave behind in the human world was that Godforsaken language, and now here I am standing in front of yet another Spanish classroom.

"Maybe I could talk to Topaz, see if she'll reconsider." Erik suggests. I shake my head slightly, realizing that he was practically being nice to me.

"Don't worry about it. Thanks for showing me the way." I say and without another glance at him I open the door and step in.

Everyone grew quiet and turned to watch me as I approached the teacher. She looked Latin and had an exquisite design framing the left side of her face. She had a very pleasant aura about her. Oh gosh, listen to me talking about things like auras. Spanish classrooms make me loopy apparently. It would make Nichole laugh.

"Faith Lauren I take it. Topaz said I would be expecting you. I am Professor Garmy. Take any empty seat." She nods slightly and resumes the conversation she was having with a student in front.

Well glad no one is staring at me awkwardly or anything I think as I scan the classroom for an empty seat. With almost every eye on me it was a tad intimidating. I noticed the empty seat in the back first, and would have just headed there if I hadn't seen Stark sitting right in front of it. I glance away quickly, hoping beyond anything that there was another desk. And there was, right next to Aphrodite.

Sit behind the guy I just made out with for no apparent reason after he made me drink his blood, or next to the spoiled bitchy roommate. I picked the latter, and rushed over to Aphrodite.

"You would choose to sit by me. Like somehow being your roommate isn't punishment enough." She mutters to herself, giving me a look of utter loathing.

"Just give me a pen and a piece of paper, Roomie, and I'll keep our bonding time to a minimum." I snap, glaring right back at her. With a huff she tosses a pen at me and slams a piece of paper on my desk.

"Thanks." I roll my eyes and start copying the notes that were up on the board. With each grammatical phrase I get more and more tense. Not only because my mind was trying to remember and process how to conjugate each verb, but also because somehow in the midst of thinking in another language that stupid lusty need feeling was creeping over me. It was not as strong as it had been. It certainly didn't make me want to run over to Stark and pick up where we left off, but there was a slight edge to it. At least I wasn't hearing his thoughts.

I took a moment to take a peak at him over my shoulder. He was in the middle of a conversation with some guy, not paying the least bit attention to me, and I couldn't help feel sheepish for even looking at him. Even if he did have that red mark, I was the weird one here. I had the weird feelings that engulfed my body for no reason. I had the weird blood. And I was definitely throwing a miniature pity party for myself right here in the middle of my Spanish class. Groaning I try to refocus and finish the notes.

"Vocabulary test tomorrow. Have a good day class." Garmy announces. Before anyone else had moved I was up and out of there. I hurried to my room. All be it, I had to wander a little bit to find it, but I got there and collapsed on my bed. I couldn't care less what class was next, or what I would be missing. This was all just way too much.

I grab my cell phone and flip it open. It was 2 am. Nichole was just going to have to wake up because I needed my best friend. On the third ring she answered.

"It is 2 in the morning Faith." She says groggily.

"I wouldn't have bothered you if it weren't important." I mumble. I sounded pathetic, and it didn't help that the moment I heard her voice my eyes started tearing up.

"What's up hun?" she asks sounding more concerned. And that is when I told her everything. The last 5 hours. Concluding with the fact I was still stuck in Spanish. I pause, awaiting her reply. It was silent. Maybe I had put her to sleep.

"Nichole?"

"Holy Hell." Was her only response. She sounded amazed.

"Tell me about it. I don't know what to do. I do not want to stay here."

"What?!? You can't leave! You've never had this much excitement in your life! Ever!" she practically screams into the receiver. I couldn't help but sigh. Of course all this would enthrall her. It should have been her sent here. Not me.

"Look," Nichole begins lowering her voice to a more reasonable level, "I know this isn't you. You were always the levelheaded one. The one who had to be dating a boy a month before you even thought about kissing him. The one who thinks practically every decision through before acting. The safe one. Well that is unless alcohol was involved, but that isn't the point. The point is you were given this new life for a reason. Maybe that Minx lady was right."

"Nyx." I chuckle, correcting her.

"Well Nyx then. She chose you. And as jealous as I am that I'm not right there beside you, I think you need this. And I know you can do it. So take a deep breath, and relax. I always knew you were special."

I was crying by then. But they weren't self-pity tears. I mean don't get me wrong I still was going to have major issues here, but she was right. Nyx chose me for a reason. Whatever that reason may be. Crazy Goddess.

"Thanks Nichole. I miss you so much already. And sorry about waking you up."

"Bitch please. You call and wake me up anytime you got it? Especially if it's another story about you drinking blood and making out with a practical stranger!" she laughs.

"Don't get your hopes up." I retort, causing her to laugh all the more. How she was so calm about things out of her world was beyond me. Someone knocks on the door.

"Well go back to sleep okay? Someone is at my door. I will talk to you later. Love you." I say walking towards the door.

"Love you too!" she replies. The line goes dead and I snap my phone shut, shoving it in my pocket. I open the door to see Zoey standing there, looking semi treacherous.

"Did you kiss Stark?" she asks walking past me and into the room. Great, Stark just had to go blab. I wonder what else he told her.

"It just happened. And technically he kissed me first."

She lets out a frustrated sigh.

"Stark is special to me. I care a lot about him." She begins, noticeably calming down. Yeah I bet he is special to you. Just like Erik.

"And I don't want to see him get hurt." She continues. I wanted to roll my eyes. She seemed really nice, but I wasn't stupid. Stark had thought about her in the middle of making-out with me. Something was totally going on. And I did not want to get in the middle of it, no matter what.

"Zoey, I am not interested in Stark," that wasn't entirely true but I continued anyways, "I am not planning for what happened to ever happen again. I am going to have enough problems trying to fit in without getting involved with anyone."

"So what happened was an accident?" she asks.

"Completely." I answered wondering if she was going to bring up the Erik catastrophe.

Instead she smiles, looking utterly relieved. I had this really nauseated feeling that I just walked into a twisted love triangle. At least she hadn't heard about the whole blood exchange thing, because I don't think she'd be smiling at me then. Because technically I had totally wanted to have hot and dirty sex right on the floor with both of her love interests. Within five minutes of each other. Better just keep that to myself.

"Come on. We still have a few minutes before lunch is over." She says taking me by the arm leading me out of my room.

"So how did your talk with Erik go?" she asks still not letting go of my arm. Hah! What the hell was I going to tell her? Well actually Zoey he jumped me. No way. If anyone was going to tell her what happened it was going to be Erik. Instead I stuck with just telling her the end result.

"I don't think he hates me anymore."

"I don't think he ever hated you. It was just a misunderstanding." She adds steering me through the door.

"Yeah, a misunderstanding." I chuckle, eyeing the crowded cafeteria.

"I'll go get you some food. Go take a seat by the gang." She says pushing me off towards the middle of the room. I couldn't help but feel a tad awkward as I approached the table filled with the people I had just met this morning. How many of them knew what happened? At least Stark wasn't there. That at least was a plus. I was only a table away when I became detained.

"Hey." I hear right before someone grabs my wrist lightly. I turn around quickly. Taylor was standing there, holding my wrist.

"Hi." I say, smiling a tad. He let go of my wrist.

"I was just wondering what class you have next." He says shoving his hands in his pockets, smirking slightly.

"I uh, don't know." I admit, pulling out the piece of paper that I had wadded in my pocket. Third period was Vampire Sociology.

"I'm guessing its Vamp 101." I say showing him what it says.

"Good. Me too. I'll walk with you there." he says giving me a wink.

"Um, I kind of haven't eaten yet." I say without thinking. He chuckles.

"I meant after lunch." Now he was genuinely smiling at me. I felt my cheeks go red. Of course that's what he meant. Way to go Faith.

"Yeah, that's fine. After lunch then." I reply awkwardly, turning around and rushing to the middle table full of eyes that had been watching the whole scene.

"He's spicy." Erin says smirking at me.

"Hell, I wish he was walking me to class." Shaunee adds.

My eyes widen. Apparently they had heard the whole scene too.

"Stop embarrassing the poor girl. She's already had quite the day. Just ignore their effrontery." Damien says reaching out and patting my hand. If possible my eyes get even bigger and I knew my face went flush.

"Well stop confusing her first. Damien likes to use relatively obscure words. You'll get used to it after awhile." Stevie Ray inserts, giving me a small smile. That moment I became aware of that weird feeling again. It was nothing like Stark's. This feeling I seemed to be in control of somehow. I just had this urge to roll around in some grass. Which was totally odd mind you.

"No, I mean it's okay I knew what it meant. I just didn't know you all knew about my day." I ramble out quickly.

"Don't worry, we're used to weird stuff around here. You're just adding to the melting pot." Damien intercedes, noticing the worry that outlined my voice.

"But does Zoey know? I mean she didn't seem like she did, at least not about the Erik thing. I don't want her to hate me."

"Well no. I didn't get to talk to her yet." Stevie Ray admits frowning at me slightly.

"But it'll be totally okay. She's supposed to be the next High Priestess, which pretty much means she is super cool and understanding. Especially when it comes to anything abnormal." Jack pipes up, grinning at me reassuringly. Only problem was none of them had seen the way she looked when she thought I had kissed Stark just for shits and giggles. But I didn't argue. In fact I turned to see her walking this way, a tray full of healthy looking food.

"By the way, how are you doing since this morning anyways?" Stevie Ray asks placing a hand on my shoulder. The moment her fingers touched me I no longer saw any of them. I was in a green field, the dark clouds rolling in overhead. The smell of rain filling my nostrils.

"Faith?" I hear. I turn my head towards the voice but don't see anything. Who was calling my name? Where was I? Then just as suddenly I was back in the cafeteria. They all had worried expressions on their faces.

"That was weird." I say just before losing consciousness.