A/N: Ok I just want to say thank you so much for reveiwing, I'm really surprised that people read my stories let alone like them. Also I will be attempting to write a series of these just like the HoN books. The next one is going to be called Decieved and there are tons of surprises in store. But there are also tons of surprises in store for this one yet, so please keep reading.

Disclaimer:I do not own South Park or HoN.

It was midnight, which is midday in the vamire world.

Stan pushed open a thick wooden door and the three of us stepped out onto the courtyard, I froze in amazement. I don't really know how to describe the awesome sight that was the House of Night. Think Hogwarts but filled to the brim with impossibly gorgeous vampires and fledglings instead of nerdy, dull-looking wizards. The place was like something out of a creepy dream. The buildings were all made out of fairytale castle-like, black rocks. Flickering gas lights illuminated the side walk that stretched from one side of the courtyard to the other. Finally a massive statue of Nyx towered in front of a building marked 'Temple', it was exquisite but in no way, shape or form did it compare to the real Nyx.

As we walked along the main courtyard towards the dorm I noticed that everyone we walked past was staring at my mark intensely, it made me feel slightly awkward and I couldn't help but squirm uncomfortably. Kenny must have picked up on this because he gave me a sympathetic smile and said "Ignore them, they're just curious is all."

"So do you have any questions?" Stan asked.

"Yeah I was just wondering, what's up with the spiral logos on your clothes?"

Stan smiled as if he'd been waiting for a chance to show off his knowledge "The symbols represent which year we are in. The first years or fird formers, that's us, wear a silver spiral. The silver spiral is the labyrinth of Nyx, it represents our new beginning as we learn the ways of the goddess and discover the possibilities of our new life."

"Wow Stan! Ya actually remembered something! Did it hurt to recall all that info?" Kenny interrupted sarcastically.

Stan elbowed him in the ribs playfully "Keep it up! I might accidently forget to unlock the door to our dorm and leave you outside to fry in the sun tonight." Ok that sounded kind of weird, but the days are different here because vampires sleep during the day and wake up at night, we're nocturnal. The reason for this, as I mentioned earlier, is that the sun can seriously weaken a vampire or fledgling. With the risk of rejecting the change and dying us fledglings really couldn't afford to become weak.

That reminded me of something I wanted to ask earlier "Hey guys? I understand if this is difficult for you to answer but I'm just curious. What happens exactly if a fledgling rejects the change?" The two of them shuffle awkardly and glance at eachother, obviously not wanting to answer my question.

After a while Kenny replies reluctantly "Well... it ain't pretty, that's for sure. It starts as a cough and slowly gets worse, 'till ya eventually end up drowning in your own lungs, it gets real ugly... with a whole lotta' blood." All three of us shudder at the thought. Kenny senses my fear and quickly adds "Don't worry though, the fact that you have these strange new green markings is a real good omen, it means that Nyx is watchin' out for ya."

I was expecting the lounge area of our dorm to resemble a dungeon or something, dark and dingy with cobwebs and dust everywhere, what I saw was completely different. It was a modern living room with a small kitchen area added on the right hand side. The walls were a plain white colour and there was a midnight blue coloured carpet at my feet. A similar coloured, leather couch and matching chairs set were placed in front of a huge flat screen TV, I decided I was gonna like this room a lot.

Then a familiar blue chullo hat caught my eyes and I halted in my tracks causing Stan and Kenny to shoot confused glances at me. The fledgling that belonged to this hat was curled up in a chair, frantically texting on his touch screen phone, he looked slightly worried. "Craig?... Craig Tucker?... Is that you?" I asked.

His head shot up and the warm brown eyes that I really missed seeing over the past few weeks met mine. Craig was my only real friend at North Park High, that is until he 'went missing' a couple of weeks ago. I could see charcole black hair poking out from the front of his hat. His skin was noticably paler and -just like Kenny- the chalky skin tone didn't really suit him that well, then again maybe that's just because I wasn't used to it. Sure enough a thick blue crescent moon rested above and between his eyes, highlighting his features in a way that made them look flawless. He was wearing black jeans, a dark blue t-shirt that matched his beloved hat and a casually unbuttoned black waist coat, which had the third former logo on it.

He stood slowly without moving his eyes away from mine, neither of us blinked as he walked towards me, probably out of fear that we were seeing things. "Hey Kyle" he said not bothering with the vampire greeting and just grabbing me in a bear hug, I hugged back and once we stepped away from eachother he said "You have no idea how good it is to see a familiar face!"

"Same here" I replied.

"By the way dude, those markings are fucking awesome!" Ah Craig, he had such a colourfull vocubulary and such a way with gestures, always swearing and flipping people off without a second thought.

"Your mom told everyone that you were missing... the police declared you officially dead" I informed him.

He just smiled lopsidedly "Yeah, well I guess you could say that my parents weren't too happy with my change in species."

I laughed slightly "My mom didn't really take the news well either."

He chuckled and shook his head "No kidding! I'm surprised you actually made it here without her murdering you."

Stan cut in "Do you two know eachother?"

Kenny rolled his eyes "Well duh! Do they sound like two people who never met before?"

Craig answered Stans totally dumb question "We're best friends." He turned back to talk to me again "Oh that totally reminds me Kyle, you have to meet my other best friend and room mate Twe-" He cut off and the worried look from before crept back onto his face "SHIT! I forgot! Have either of you seen Tweek? I haven't seen him since history class."

"Nope" Kenny answered.

"Sorry dude" Stan added.

Just then a blonde fledgling busrt into the room, tears were streaming down his face, he tried to run straight past us but Craig caught hold of his arm. His eyes opened suddenly, they were an intriguing pale, mint green colour and looked full of panic. The paleness of his skin suited him perfectly as he shook like a leaf and twitched nervously. His hair was blonde but it was a slighly lighter blonde than Kenny's, it was messy in a wild and uncontrolable way, which added to his unusual look. He wore light blue jeans and a black shirt that wasn't buttoned up properly, most probably due to all of the shaking, his shirt carried the third former insignia just like all of the other fledglings' clothes. Also, like all the other fledglings he had the crescent moon tattoo. All in all I would describe him as... unique.

"Tweekers! Are you ok? What happened?" I felt a pang of jealousy when I actually heared concern in Craig's voice for the first time and it wasn't directed at me. Craig never gave me a nickname.

"He...I...It... I didn't... GAH! THE PRESSURE!" Tweek stammered, I instantly felt concerned for the guy.

"Tell. Me. What. Happened." Craig demanded, each word sounding more frustrated than the last.

"IT HURTS!" He cried, clutching his arm.

"Show me!" Craig ordered.

Tweek slowly rolled up his sleeve, causing all of us to gasp. All the way up his arm were singed patches of skin, they were a dark, rusty brown colour and whsips of steam were rising from them. "Who would do something like that?" I wondered out loud.

"It was -ngh- my fault!" Tweek answered.

Craig scowled "No it fucking wasn't Tweek! Just tell me what happened!"

Fresh tears streamed down the blonde's cheeks "It was P-professer Cartman."

Kenny's eyes widdened "The history teacher?" Tweek nodded. "How the heck did he do that?"

Tweek shuddered at the memory "H-he got out a UV lamp and -gah- held parts of my arm under a magnifying glass until I got the answers to his history quiz right."

"That's wrong dude! That's seriously wrong!" Stan commented.

"Can't you do anything about it?" I asked.

"No" Craig replied "The head teacher never believes us, we've tried to get him fired before but he jus-"

"You mean he's done other stuff like this?" I interrupted.

"Yeah" everyone else chorused as if it was nothing new to them.

Craig sighed and turned back to inspect Tweeks burns "C'mon let's get you to the hospital wing" he says leading the trembling blonde out of the room. I felt hollow, as if I'd lost a limb or something, it was perfectly clear that Craig had found a new best friend. Eventhough Tweek seemed like a friendly person, I couldn't help but feel a stab of jealousy when I saw the way Craig actually showed emotion around him, instead of being impassive like he was around everyone else. I could see as clear as day that Craig and Tweek were extremely close, and as a result of that I felt my own bond with Craig weaken slightly. It hurt deeply, Craig and I had been friends since we were about three years old and we had known everything about eachother, now he just seemed to be a familiar stranger.

Kenny's voice pulled me out of my thoughts "Hey" he said softly, wiping away tears I didn't even know were falling. I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts I hadn't realized that Stan had left and Kenny was the only other person in the room. "You two were real close huh?"

"Yep" I sobbed.

"And now you're feelin' sad 'cause he has a new friend?"

"Yep" I whimpered.

"Well then maybe you just need to find a new best friend too." Kenny took me completely by surprise, pulling me in to a tight, desperate hug, which I returned happily. We were exactly the same, loners with lots of aquaintances but no one who was really that close to us, we were always supposed to find eachother. We broke the hug and he grinned, then his eyes widdened slightly "Oh shoot! We gotta' go or we'll be late!"

"Late for what?" I inquired.

"Dinner of course" Kenny replied. "Now come on greeny we gotta get you your uniform."

"Dinner?" I mumbled to myself nervously.

Please don't let that involve blood!