House of Night: The Next Generation

Introduction: I'm Finally a Fledgling!

Introduction: I'm Finally a Fledgling!

"Dri, omigosh!" Kristen said coming up beside me as I opened my locker.

I glanced at her and said, "What Krissy?" Kristen Coyne, aka my best friend, was the most annoying girl in our grade. She was pretty, but she was a total boy-crazed drama queen. She had long wavy blonde hair, bright brilliant sea blue eyes, and deep tan skin. Sure, she was my BFF, but I'm just speaking the truth!

"Justin Moore asked me to go to Homecoming!" She squealed.

I smiled. "Good for you!" I said acting as if I cared.

"Anyways," She continued as if I said nothing. "I'm going to watch football practice and watch those skanky cheerleaders drool all over their uniforms." She started to walk away, but then she said, "See ya!"

"Yeah…sure," I muttered and looked down the hall—no one. I grabbed my bag, hat, and jacket. I slipped my new Lucky Brand "Military Blazer", which cost ninety-nine dollars—thanks mom! I shut my locker and turned around to notice I was standing nose-to-nose with a black eyed—what did my mom call them? Ah, Trackers! I was standing nose-to-nose with a Tracker. He didn't say anything, nor did I. We stood there a few moments—alone. He was a vampyre—dead, well undead really. His sapphire blue crescent was filled in like my mom's, which meant he was a full vampire. Then he spoke, it was an enduring moment. His words were hot like melted chocolate.

"Alexandria Redbird-Stark! Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; hearken to Her sweet voice, Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night!"

I smiled, Yes, I'm finally a fledgling! Then he lifted a pale white finger, pointing at my forehead, sending surging pains. I clutched my head and closed my eyes.

I hit the floor.

When I awoke I was alone on the floor. In the middle of the hallway! The Tracker was gone, and so was the burning sensation in my head. I sat up and pulled out the compact in my designer Gucci bad. I flipped it open and what I saw was beautiful—a filled-in sapphire blue crescent. I quickly fixed my blonde, with a black stripe, bangs over my mark and stood up. Good thing I was wearing my black Converse instead of my red Mary Jane high heels, or I might of not been able to walk straight—ever.

I pulled my iPhone out—thanks dad! I called my mom, whom was at the Tulsa House of Night being all High Priestess and whatnot.

"Mom?" It was my voice, but it didn't sound like me. It had a worried and kind of happy emotion to it.

She yawned then said, "What do you want Alexandria?"

"I'm marked…" I whispered into the phone.

"Stark!" She yelled away from the phone. I heard muffled voices then my dad's voice, "I'm coming to get you."

"Okay," I said and hung up. My dad was the best. Period. He's my mom's Warrior. It's sweet, because now he is also her mate. It was weird though, having vampyre parents, I mean they can't go out in public without covering their marks. My dad's—Stark—were just on his face, but my mom's—Zoey—were everywhere, no joke!

I started to walk down the hallway slowly processing that I'm a fledgling, and I can finally have a normal life. Well, er, as normal as a vampyre fledgling can have. Now I could spend much more time with my mom and dad. I stepped outside and my dad was already outside in the Corvette. I ran to the passenger side and got in. I dumped my bag on the car floor with my hat.

"Hey," I said smiling.

He smiled and brushed my hair out of the way to see my mark. His eyes widened and he had his cocky grin mom loved so much. "Following your mom's footsteps, huh?" He asked. My dad was a pretty handsome guy with his dark mysterious eyes, shaggy dark brown hair, pale skin,

and his crimson red marks completed him.

"Apparently, being abnormal must be in my blood," I said and grinned like a fool.

"Off we go. Time for your new life to begin," He said and drove away from the school's curb.

As we headed down the road the though finally registered in my head: I'm free. I'm free from Kristen Coyne, Jade Badella, Brad Sawyer, and Erick Lockwood. I'm free from being fake. I could start over and be me—not fake "It Girl" me. Yes! My head screamed.