My Immortal

Disclaimer: I don't own the House of Night;(

Author's Note: Probably won't be a whole story...maybe just like a three-shot? Anyway, let me know what you think!

Takes place sixteen years later:)

The new kid stared at his High Priestess - Zoey Redbird - with wide, childlike eyes. His pale face was in great contrast with his shaggy brown hair, and he held his backpack close to him.

"There's no need to look so scared." Zoey assured the boy. "I'm your High Priestess here at the Tulsa House of Night - Zoey Redbird. And you are James Smithson, I presume?"

"Don't say that name." James said, smirking in that cute way that-that...Stark used to. "I've always hated it."

Zoey swallowed the grief within her, and forced her to smile at the carbon copy of her ex-Warrior. "One of the benefits of starting a new life is getting to make the choices you weren't given before. You can name yourself, my son."

"Hm..." the kid thought for a moment. Don't say it, don't say it, don't say-

"What about...Stark? Yeah...James Stark. Sounds much better than Smithson, am I right?"

Zoey swallowed. This has to be him. she thought. Stark has been reborn, and he's right in front of me!

"Of course...Stark. Follow me this way to your dorm."

Later that evening, Zoey was on her way to the stables to brush her mare, Persephone, when she heard a familiar thud coming from the Field House.

"De ja vu." she muttered to herself and - sure enough - when she turned around, Stark was shooting arrows at a target, and the arrows were piling ontop of each other in the center.

"How are you doing that?" Zoey asked with interest.

"Oh...hello, High Priestess." Stark said, bowing respectfully at Zoey. "This is my goddess-given gift; I can't miss what I aim at. And I loved archery before I was Marked, anyway."

"Oh. That's nice." Zoey forced herself to smile, but she felt like crying.

"Yeah...hey, you okay? Why do look so upset?" Stark asked, dropping his bow, and coming towars Zoey. Suddenly, he jerked, and said, "Wha-? Why do I feel like crying? I don't cry- like, ever. And I feel uneasy, and I feel de ja vu..." he trailed off, staring at Zoey.

Was it possible? Did his Warrior bond survive?

"Stark?" Zoey whispered, looking into the familiar hazel eyes.

"Yeah?" Stark asked.

"What else do you feel?" Zoey asked.

"I feel...love?" Stark said, looking up at Zoey eagerly.

"Spirit," Zoey whispered to her element. "Fill Stark. Please. Let him know me."

Spirit left Zoey, and entered Stark. Zoey knew the moment that it worked.

"Whoa- that's awesome! What's that, your affinity?" Stark asked, staring at Zoey intently.

"Stark, please." Zoey whispered, a single tear leaking from her eye.

"Please what?" Stark asked, coming closer to Zoey. He didn't know why, but he felt hate towards anything that was going to make her cry.

"Know me."

"Why do you seem so familiar to me?" Stark asked.

"You know me. You do." Zoey insisted.

"From where?" Stark wondered.

"Everywhere." Zoey whimpered.

"...Zoey, what's wrong? Please, don't cry. Please. It-It hurts me when you cry, and I don't know why." Stark said, sounding afraid.

Without another word, Zoey bent down and kissed Stark. It didn't matter that he shouldn't know her; it didn't matter that he was someone entirely different than the man she once knew. It was Stark's soul, and that was good enough for her. Plus, it didn't look that weird; she only looked eighteen, and Stark was only sixteen, and he looked mature for his age -

Stark deepened the kiss, and engulfed Zoey in a familiar embrace. But it was all bittersweet. He would never know her as she knew him.

"Z?" Stark asked, pulling away to look in Zoey's brown eyes.

"Stark?" Zoey asked.

"Kiss me again? I've gone too long without your kisses, mo ban ri." Stark said, smiling cockily and winking.

"Stark!" Zoey shouted. She kissed Stark again and again and again, not caring that this should have been impossible.

In between their manic kissing, Zoey was able to ask her Guardian, "How? How do you remember me?"

"I don't know." Stark admitted.

"Stark," Zoey murmured.

"Yeah?" he responded hoarsley.

"Promise me this isn't all a dream." Zoey said, beginning to cry even harder. Stark's big, muscley arms wrapped around his girl, and he shushed all of her sobs.

"I promise, Zoey. I promise."

"I love you. I love you so much. You have no clue how much I've missed you." Zoey said, crying and kissing at the same time.

"I love you too, Z." Stark said, laughing at her enthusiasm. "And I've missed you, too. I'll never leave again; you have my word."

"Oh great," someone snorted behind them. "Arrowboy's back."

Little short, yes, but I couldn't leave it as sad as it was;) I might continue, if I get good reviews, so review!

~PeachyKeen13