Disclaimer: All original characters from the House of Night books belong to P.C and Kristin Cast but the storyline and new characters belong to myself.

My Version of Burned
Chapter 17
Zoey's POV

"Wait..." I murmured, confused at why we were entering a stranger's house. "Whose house is this?"

"Ours." He whispered, looking deep into my eyes as a s mile broke across my face.

"I love you!" I confessed, kissing him excitedly. I could not believe he had gotten us a house! A beautiful one at that.

As soon as we reached the main bedroom, I gasped sharply.

It was...indescribable. Literally no words came into my mind because it was perfect in every single way. I had no idea how Stark got it to look so...amazing? The word just didn't give it justice.

The smooth, white rose petals on the bed made it all the more perfect when I laid down on them and Stark starting pulling the flowers out of my hair, stroking my head in the process. I know it sounded weird but it felt really nice.

I didn't particularly want to go to sleep that night, especially since I knew that Stark wasn't going to seeing as he was staring intently at me and looking like he wasn't in the least bit tired. But laying there, holding his hand, in just my panties and bra – and him in just his jeans look totally hot – made me feel more tired than ever.

After a quick reassuring smile from my fiancée – wow – confirming that I could go to sleep, I passed out almost instantly.

When I woke up in the Otherworld on a log surrounded by trees, let's just say that I wasn't particularly surprised, seeing as this was the setting for the majority of my dreams nowadays. Getting up and stretching, I quickly scanned the area for Stevie Rae and/or Heath.

As much as I searched, I couldn't seem to find them so I assumed that they must have been fishing or picking daisies or pointing at clouds or whatever.

Looking down at myself, I sighed. Ten times in a row I had worn this same dress, and even though it was flattering, it was also getting kinda boring.

"Stevie Rae? Heath?" I called into the darkening forest, wondering around aimlessly.

"They aren't around here." Someone said, walking out from inbetween two ever-green trees.

If he had just turned up in my dreams like that a few months ago, I probably would have starting shrieking and crying my head off, but right then in that moment, I was more prepared than ever.

"Wondering when you would turn up." I told him, striding over to where he stood and scowling at his composed face.

"Wow! Didn't really register it on that one night in Italy, but your tattoos really have gone." He said, gently caressing over where my tattoos used to be on my face. I smartly stepped back out of his reach, rolling my eyes.

I never forgot for a second that my tattoos were gone. I was reminded everyday when new fledglings walked past me, staring like I was a freak. And I thought I was a freak with my tattoos when I first got them.

The fledglings that had been there for a while were smart enough to know that it angered me.

"Yeah, they reaaaally are. How about you get over it?" I growled harshly, taking another step back away from him. He chuckled light-heartedly under his breath and walked over to where I stood with two quick strides.

"You're the same as ever, my darling." He whispered, lowering his head towards my chest and carefully kissing the joint from my neck to my shoulders. I stood still, frozen in time and thinking that even though I was engaged to Stark, he had yet to give me the feeling which the person stood in front of me could.

"I never stopped loving you, you know?" He mumbled against my skin, moving his lips slowly towards the top of my flattering dress. "And you know that this dress makes your body look hot."

"I know." I tried to say it bluntly but my voice wobbled as I spoke. I didn't know what to do. He took his lips from my chest to look at me straight in the eye.

"Forget about them; Stark, Heath, and the rest. It's just you and me now." He said hypnotically, firmly pulling me against his chest. I suddenly felt the most drawn to him as I had ever felt to his beauty before, but not before I noticed a small figure move in the trees behind me.

Noticing it, I turned around, tearing my eyes away from his heart-breaking beauty. Just as I focused on the person who smiled crookedly at me, I felt a stab of desire burn throughout my body.

Hurriedly, I crashed my lips to his and wrapped my arms around his body.

My lips still entwined with his, he brought his nail all the way down the side of my dress, splitting it quickly. I was just thinking about jumped on top of him when a blinding light came from the sky. I looked up and noticed that it wasn't coming from the sky, but from my hand. Seeing the enticing ring hooked on my forth finger on my left hand, the desire I had felt for him dropped entirely.

Turning my head back down, I frowned when his lips met mine urgently. I tried to push him away, knowing that he knew that I wasn't feeling the same for him as he was for me, but he didn't care. Because no way would I be able to get out of his unbreakable grip; the grip that was imprisoning me forever...

I woke up next to Stark, blinking rapidly and feeling guiltier than ever.

I had just cheated on him.


A/N: So yeah, even though it's only re-editing, this is the first chapter I've done since I stopped writing for ages, so I hope you still like it my bbys..


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