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Chapter Three: I Don't Need a Parachute, You're Gonna Catch Me

Greyson lead me down the hall and down the staircase. He was walking at a furious speed, probably from excitement, but I still managed to glimpse what the building looked like.

It was a makeshift hospital. There were rooms with beds and some of them were occupied. I caught sight of some nurses and doctors walking around and they were all equally pale and beautiful, just like Greyson. Some of them smiled at me and some of them barely gave me a second glance, which I was grateful for.

Once we were out the doors, the smell of wet grass and fresh air hit me like a truck. I did not notice that Greyson was walking so fast, he was almost dragging me along.

We sped through the trees and I looked back at the hospital; it was a tall brick building with shutters and wooden double doors. It looked cozy and welcoming and above the main door there was a sign that said 'Hospital Wing'.

"Greyson, why are we walking so fast?" A piece of my brown hair flew into my mouth and I coughed.

Greyson slowed down and pulled the hair out of my mouth with a smile. "Sorry, I'm just excited. I haven't seen some of the people we're going to meet today in years."

I brushed the dried leaves off my pants. "Okay, but you could at least give me a tour of this place."

Greyson looked around and narrowed his bronze eyes. "You mean you want me to tell you about these trees? Well, if that's what you want…"

"No! I mean of the buildings," I slapped his arm, but it was like slapping a metal pole. I tried to hide my grimace but Greyson noticed and chuckled.

"I'll give you a tour once we reach the Elites' Building."

"What's the Elites' Building? A building for wealthy people?"

"Not exactly. It's more like the dorm building for the most important people in the House of Night."

I looked at him quizzically. "And who would those people be?"

Greyson shrugged. "You, me and my friends."

"Me?" I screamed.

Greyson looked around worriedly. "Yes you. Now be quiet, you'll attract unwanted creatures."

Before I could respond, Greyson took my arm and pulled me off through the forest.

After a few more minutes of running, we approached a giant building made out of glass…literally. All of the walls were windows, but I could not see inside. I mean, the windows looked really clean, but I couldn't see anything. It was really weird.

Greyson must have noticed my puzzled look because he laughed quietly.

"No one can see inside, but everyone can see outside," he explained.

I nodded. "That makes so much sense," I said sarcastically.

"It'll make more sense once we get inside." He pulled at my arm impatiently and I followed him up the white stone steps. The whole building looked white and clean, a very big contrast from the earthy tones of the Hospital Wing and the moss greens of the surrounding trees and shrubs. But it was beautiful none-the-less.

We walked through a pair of stainless steel double-doors and right in front of me was the grandest foyer I have ever seen.

There were two curved staircases on opposite sides of each other, and the wooden railings were decorated with intricate carvings of leaves and flowers.

Above me was a magnificent crystal chandelier and it was hung upon a beautiful white ceiling with a very striking molding.

To the side of the right staircase, there was a room that looked like a study. It had giant double doors, but they were open. There was a huge fireplace and shelf after shelf of books. The room looked warm and cozy with its mahogany shelves and red plush seats.

To the side of the left staircase, there was a computer room. I could glimpse the Apple laptops and Mac desktops. Everything was very high-tech and very, very white. It had a sliding door that was closed, but it was glass, so I could see inside.

I turned around to face the entrance and what Greyson said was true. I could see through the glass walls as if nothing were there between me and the wilderness. It was breathtaking.

"Amazing isn't it?" Greyson suddenly asked.

I nodded, not able to find words. "I'll be living here?"

"Yeah. Now let's go find our housemates."

He led be between the staircases and into a grand living room. It had a high ceiling, which only looked even higher with the window walls. The whole space was like a giant game room, living room and dance club mixed together. There was no kitchen or eating area, which was a bit strange.

I looked up and saw that on the high ceiling hung colorful round lanterns and various small lights that resembled stars. You had to step down a couple of steps to get into the room, which was pretty cool.

The floor of the room was covered in the plushest carpet in the prettiest shade of cream, a beautiful contrast to the dark wooden floors in the foyer.

There was a giant plasma screen TV hung above the fireplace and under it; there was various gaming consoles and a whole shelf of video games.

Next, there was an enormous couch that was shaped like a half circle and there were also bean bags and small, round stools to sit on.

Behind the couch was a bar with plastic bar stools that looked very modern. And next to the bar was a light-up dance floor complete with a DJ booth, disco ball, flashing lights, and giant stereos.

This place was a teenager's heaven on Earth. It was absolutely and positively awesome.

"You like it?" Greyson asked after patiently waiting for me to finish looking at the place.

"I love it," I breathed. "Now, where are you're important friends?"

"They're probably upstairs in their rooms. Let's go find them." He grabbed my hand and we walked back to the foyer and up one of the grand staircases.

When we reached the second floor, the smell of flower perfume wafted up my nose.

"This is the girls' floor, as you can tell by the smell."

"I don't mind," I smirked.

Greyson shook his head. "Of course. I forgot I was talking to a girl."

I wrinkled my nose at him which only got me a smile in return. I huffed and crossed my arms.

"Just take me to the damn boys' floor."

"Pushy pushy," Greyson said with a grin. He took my hand and led me up another set of stairs, but these were spiraling.

Once we reached the top, the smell of cologne, dirty laundry and alcohol drifted up my nose. My eyes started to water and I coughed a bit.

Greyson inhaled deeply. "Now that is more like it."

I gazed at him with repulsion. "You and your little dorm buddies are absolutely filthy and disgusting!"

He shrugged. "We're boys. What do you expect?"

"Hell yeah, brah, us males rock," a new, deep voice interrupted my conversation with Greyson.

I looked to see where the voice came from and there, standing in basketball shorts and nothing else, was another beautiful and pale boy. He had dark brown, messy hair and excited green eyes and his mouth was pulled into a huge grin. His upper body was toned; he had abs, strong biceps and broad shoulders. He looked like a football player.

He was similar and yet very different from Greyson. Greyson seemed more gentle and caring whilst he seemed rowdy and teasing.

"Who's your little friend, Greyson?" The boy asked, glancing at me with curious eyes. I blushed slightly under his gaze.

"Logan, this here is Marcy Carlucci. She's…uh… new," Greyson said.

Logan sniffed the air. "She smells delicious."

"What?" I yelled. I backed away from Logan with my hands held in front of me.

Greyson noticed my sudden reaction and growled lowly. "Logan, I need to talk to you. Privately."

Logan shrugged and followed Greyson into a room.

I stood there awkwardly at first. Then I decided to sit down in one of the couches in the lounge area on the floor.

I was minding my own business, and trying to hear what Greyson was saying, when I felt a presence behind me. I whipped my head around to see another boy staring at me. This boy was tall and skinny with long, reddish hair covering his eyes. He smiled at me and held out his hand. I shook it cautiously.

"My name is Cody Towns. You must be Marcy."

I looked at Cody incredulously. "How do you know my name?"

Cody laughed softly. "Greyson and Logan aren't the quietest people I know."

I sighed, relieved. "Tell me about it. I mean, that Logan boy is hot and everything, but he told Greyson that I smelled delicious. How weird is that?"

"He is so blunt sometimes," Cody agreed.

"So, do you room with them?"

"Not exactly. You see, my roommate it Lucy Loo. She's my mate, so we room together. I think she's out shopping with the other girls so you'll meet them later."

I nodded. "So Greyson and Logan room together?"

"Pretty much. I feel bad for Greyson, though," Cody said. "Logan is a bit rough sometimes."

I laughed. It was the first time in days. "I can tell by the way he looks. He's brave enough to come out with no shirt on."

"Logan rarely has a shirt on when he's in the building," Cody said, shaking his head.

Suddenly, Greyson and Logan emerged from the room. Greyson looked calm, but his eyes were angry and dark. Logan looked indifferent and casual.

Before they got closer to where I was sitting, Greyson gripped Logan's arm hard before letting him go. Logan cast him an annoyed glance and headed towards the stairs. He gave me a polite nod before walking down them.

"What was that all about?" I asked Greyson. Cody nodded in agreement.

"It was nothing," Greyson said, avoiding my gaze.

There was an uneasy silence between us and Cody shifted uncomfortably.

"Well I'm gonna go and play some Xbox 'cause, you know, Black Ops just came out, so yeah…later. Nice meeting you, Marcy," Cody said before disappearing down the stairs quickly.

When I was sure Cody wasn't listening - I could hear his angry shouts at the game - I got up from the couch and walked towards Greyson.

"Why. Did. Logan. Say. I. Smelled. Delicious?" I spat through my teeth.

Greyson looked at me apprehensively. "Are you sure you're ready?"

I stared at him in disbelief. "I am so damn ready."

"You might want to sit down for this. It's a bit… unnerving."

"Try me," I challenged as I sat down calmly. I crossed my arms, leaned back, and waited for the news.

Greyson sighed and ran his hand through his hair a couple of times.

"Me and my friends, well, we're not technically human. You might even consider us monsters."

There was a long and awkward silence between us. I was breathing raggedly and Greyson didn't appear to be breathing at all.

I swallowed tensely. "Just spit it out."

"We're vampires. And I have to turn you into a vampire."

I stood up from my seat unexpectedly. "This isn't some laughing matter, Greyson!"

He looked at me, his eyes filled with hurt. "I knew you wouldn't believe me! I knew it! I knew it! But it's true. Everything I am telling you is the fucking truth, so you better believe it because you have no other goddamn place to run."

I gripped my hair tightly and let out a shaky breath. "This can't be happening to me. This can't be…it's so unreal…I'm dreaming…"

I sat down slowly, almost losing my balance. My head was getting fuzzy and everything around me was spinning.

Greyson came over and sat down next to me. "It's all real, Marcy. You're not dreaming. I'm a vampire and from the first moment I met you, I wanted your blood."

I screamed, shot up, and ran away from the couch. "Don't you dare touch me! Don't you fucking touch me!"

Greyson walked towards me, holding his hands out. "I'm not going to hurt you. I swear, Marcy, I would never do such a thing."

I glared at him with uncertain eyes. He didn't have a teasing gleam in his eyes. His face was serious and so was his tone. I waited until my breathing slowed before I began to talk.

"So it's all real," my voice was a mere whisper.

Greyson nodded. "Yes."

I sighed and clapped my hands. "Well then. I'll be living in a house full of 'technically not people' who all want my blood."

"It sounds so bad when you put it that way," Greyson groaned.

I laughed nervously, trying to lighten the mood.

"So when are you going to change me?" I asked.

"Whenever you're ready. I won't rush you. It's your body," Greyson responded.

I smiled at him. "Thanks, I needed that."

Greyson smiled back, revealing his perfect white teeth. "Don't worry; I'll be there to catch you when you're falling."

We looked into each other's eyes; his golden ones meeting my blue ones.

He was beautiful. He was unreal. He was a monster. And I couldn't help but fall a little deeper into those molten gold eyes of his.

"Greyson, Marcy, the girls are back!" Someone, probably Cody, called to us from downstairs.

I looked away awkwardly and Greyson cleared his throat.

"Well, we better get going. I want to introduce you to your roommate."

"Uh, yeah. That would be nice."

He gave me a small smile before turning around, and I followed him down the stairs.

As we walked into the lounge, I saw three girls, correction, three goddesses standing in front of the couch where Cody and Logan were seated. All three of them had overflowing shopping bags in hand and designer purses hanging off the crook of their elbow.

The girl in the middle, the tallest of the three, had fiery red hair and piercing green eyes. She was wearing a simple black skirt paired with a white blouse and black heels and even though she was dressed maturely, she still looked young and very, very striking.

The second girl, a bit shorter than the first, had short blond hair to her shoulders. Above her lip was a diamond piercing. She had on black glasses that framed her gray eyes. She was wearing a long black v-neck and a pair of silver leggings and black boots.

The last girl was also mainly blond. The rest of her hair was a variety of blacks, pink and stripes. There was a piercing on her pink lips and her bluish-green eyes were shiny with enthusiasm. She was wearing a hoodie, lots of bracelets, and super tight black jeans.

All three girls were unbelievably beautiful. All three girls were unbelievably pale and all three girls were vampires, who could probably smell my blood right now.

As I took a step closer, the red-haired girl whipped around to face me. Her green eyes grew as she smelled the air subtly and she smiled a wicked smile.

"Greyson, long time no see. I've missed you," she said in a light, tinkling voice. "I see you have brought us a snack."

Greyson took hold of my wrist and held it to his side.

"She's not a snack, Taryn. She's one of us now."

Taryn narrowed her eyes at me. "Funny you say that, Grey, because she sure doesn't smell like one of us."

Grey. She called Greyson by a nickname. It made her seem so dominant.

Greyson's grip on me tightened. "She's not ready yet. But she will be one of us. And if you lay one fucking finger on her, I will personally make sure you learn your damn lesson. Properly," he snarled.

Taryn widened her eyes in shock, but recovered immediately. She took a smooth step towards Greyson and laid a manicured hand on his shoulder.

"Baby, I was kidding."

At the sound of the pet name, Greyson recoiled and growled quietly.

"Don't call me that," he snarled.

Taryn laughed again. "I was only kidding. I've missed you, that's all." She stepped away from him and went back to the group of girls.

Cody stood up and walked towards the multi-colored hair girl, taking her hand and holding it.

"Marcy, this is my mate, Lucy Loo," he introduced.

Lucy gave Cody a kiss on the cheek and smiled warmly at me.

"A pleasure to meet you, Marcy," she said.

I smiled back. "You too."

Logan stood up from his seat and walked next to the short-haired blond girl. "And that means that little Marcy here gets to room with the lesbian."

"What?" I choked.

The blonde girl rolled her eyes. "My name is Helena Block. It's a pleasure to be your roommate. And Logan here, the smartass that he is, forgot to mention that I am the best fighter in the group. So you better watch your pretty little ass, Logan."

"But you're a lesbian?"

Helena chuckled. "Yes I am. But no worries, I won't come after you. I have a girlfriend."

"Yeah and pigs fly," Logan mumbled under his breath.

Helena turned around, punched Logan in the stomach and sent him crashing back into the couch. I laughed at the sight of such a strong vampire being defeated by such a petite girl.

Helena walked towards me and gave me a friendly hug. "Don't mind Taryn," she whispered in my ear. "She's just jealous that Greyson's attention is on another girl."

I kept that smile to myself.

Once everyone was done introducing each other, we all sat down on the couches and discussed the whole 'vampirism' and 'House of Night' business.

"So what exactly is the House of Night and what is the purpose of it?" I asked.

"Well, it was formed by the Council, which consists of King Archon, Queen Celeste, Lady Josefina, Sir Adomis and Raine Fairnes. It was formed to stop the Rogues from creating more vampires just because they want to control the Earth," Lucy answered.

"And who are the Rogues?" I asked.

This time, Logan responded. "The member of the Rogues used to be a part of the Council, which only wants to protect the vampire existence and keep everything in order. But the Rogues got bored of it and decided to rebel. Right now, the leader of the Rogues is Sylvester and his mate is Elvira, who is the best spy to have known to exist. And Sylvester's second in command is Lucifer. As we speak, they are turning more and more innocent humans into vampires so that they may defeat us."

"Why are they doing that?"

"Because us vampires drink human blood so we can feel. So we can laugh and cry and be angry and fall in love. Without blood, we will grow weak and we will just waste away. That is why we need the blood. But the Rogues think that if vampires controlled the world, we vampires wouldn't have to hunt for blood secretly or get it from the hospital. We could just walk around and attack humans when we need it. But the Council has created this medicine called Elixir, which allows the blood effect to last forever. We wouldn't have to keep hunting humans anymore so that means that the world can exist in peace. Sadly, the Rogues believe that to be vampires, we have need to constantly hunt blood and therefore, they want to destroy all products of Elixir or else, they believe, that the whole vampire race will die off," Helena explained.

"That is a lot of information," I sighed.

"It is a hell of a lot. But all of us have had way over ten years to cope with it, so it's more like old news to us," Cody said.

I was growing tired, but decided to continue asking more questions.

"Greyson, why were you in the cemetery?"

"I was there because I was trying to create a treaty between us and the Rogues. I brought a sample of Elixir for Elvira to test out, but things didn't go as planned and she ran away."

"Was it because I was there?" I asked.

Greyson shook his head. "Not necessarily."

I decided to change the subject because I wasn't really ready to talk about that yet.

"So what are the Elites?"

"We are the Elites; you, me, Helena, Cody, Lucy, Taryn and Logan. We are the best of the best vampires at this House because we all have some sort of secret power. Cody can read people's minds. That's how he knew your name, he wasn't listening to our conversation, he was twenty miles away, returning from a mission. Helena is the best fighter because she has a sixth sense. She can anticipate your every move, every decision and every thought without even knowing what you are thinking about. Lucy can talk to animals. She can communicate with them to let her know if there is danger in the area and what not.

"Logan is the strongest vampire here because he can control your mind and make you weaker. He will then take your strength and combine it with his own. Taryn can inflict pain just by looking at you. It's all mental pain, of course. She could bring up your deepest and darkest fears, memories, thoughts and pretty much anything. And lastly, I can enter your dreams and manipulate your thoughts or steal your ideas. It is very time consuming and it takes a lot of energy so I try not to do it often, but sometimes it comes in handy," Greyson clarified.

"So then why am I here? Do I have a rare power as well?" I asked.

"No, you are still a human, but you will," Taryn answered. Surprisingly, she looked at me with kinder eyes and the tone of her voice was more pleasant. But she was still tense around me.

"How do you know?"

"Vampires can only have super powers when they're a pure blood. And you can only be a pureblood when your father is a vampire, since vampire women can't reproduce."

I gasped loudly. "So you're saying my dad was a vampire?"

"Honey, your dad is King Archon," Taryn said.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Marcy, the only reason I was in the cemetery when you were was because I knew you were going to be there. I knew your dad was a vampire and that he needed your help. Luckily, that night, Elvira was there so I had an excuse to bring you here. Marcy, you are the only heir to the throne."

The room spun in tight circles around me and I couldn't get enough air into me fast enough.

I fell backwards into a pair of cold arms. Then everything went black.